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You Can't Help What You Like

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Chapter 6: Ian

Romantic Story: Chapter 6: Ian - Two people who like each other but don't know how to be attracted to each other. Starts very slowly but will get hotter over time. Codes will be added to reflect where this is going.

Caution: This Romantic Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Consensual   Reluctant   Fiction   Oral Sex   Squirting  

My first few thoughts on waking weren’t that unusual. I dream about sex. A lot. This particular morning, I was imagining Courtney and her pretty red lips doing their best to wrap around my cock. It was a nice scene, and my subconscious was nicely not focusing on how the night had ended. In the fantasy, she was batting her pretty little eyes at me and working up and down my shaft; in fact, it was probably one of the best fellatio performances I’d ever experienced or dreamed of. She was seriously into it. But she was also teasing me, not really taking much of me past her lips and into her lovely mouth.

God, it was so good.

Her licking sped up, and in comparison to almost every other partner I’d ever had, she didn’t gag. Now I knew I was still dreaming, because that just didn’t happen. I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve been deepthroated, and every one of them took a lot of effort. My conscious mind sank back, though, because I was just enjoying the action way too much.

Impossibly, she kept taking more of me into her sweet sucking hole, and I felt myself losing control. The stray thought wormed through me that there was going to be a serious need to clean up, since there really wasn’t a girl doing her best to vacuum up my cock, and there was about to be a ridiculous mess.

I didn’t fucking care. All the stress and tension of the past few weeks boiled over and I intentionally rammed myself forward. The release was fantastic. The combination of her suction and flexing and licking and my throbbing, blasting surge combined to damn near knock me back out.

As the last pulse left my body, my hands tightened and I prepared to open my eyes.

That’s when I realized I was holding what felt like hair. And I could still feel her warm mouth on me. And I didn’t feel anything oozing down my legs, like I should have.

... What?...

I opened my eyes and there was Ella.

On top of me.

With her mouth.

On my dick.

WHAT THE FUCK?

ELLA?!

She bolted up, or tried to. My hands were still gripping her hair, so she didn’t get that far. I let go of her like she was a million degrees fahrenheit and she sprinted out of the room.

I got up and kept shouting. “Ella! What in the name of God was that? What the hell do you think you were doing!?”

She was sobbing, though I couldn’t see it. It was loud, ugly crying, and the last time I’d heard it had been after Brett cheated on her, which should have given me a clue, but I’m a freaking idiot. She’d beaten me to her bedroom and the door slammed, followed by the click of the handle lock engaging.

Like I was gonna let that bullshit stop me.

I intentionally stopped before banging on the door. I have a brain, I swear, but give a guy a break - I’d just woken up to my roommate giving me a blowjob that I wasn’t entirely convinced had actually happened.

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