Chapter One

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I laid in my bed, wrapped in the arms of Kaitlin, my girlfriend. Things have been going well. That is until Kaitlin's phone started vibrating, grabbing it I saw the text coming through, it read:
Hey babe, what's going on? You ditch that bastard yet? Need a real man to bury his cock deep inside of you?
I dialed the number, "Hello this is that bastard you're referring to, you can fucking have her. That's if you can drag her out of my bed dumbass."
Hanging up, I saw Kaitlin looking at me, "Baby, it's not what it sounds like, he's just a friend."
"Get out and don't ever come back," I said.
As soon as she was gone, I called Livia, "Hey stranger," she said, "what's going on?"
"Do you mind coming over?"
"Sure, I can be there in about twenty."
"Thanks, just come on in when you get here."
When Livia finally got here, I pulled her into me, kissing her. Her arms wrapped around me. I gripped her hips, as her fingers trailed down my chest. "Livia, I need you, I need to fuck you."
"I need you to. Kaitlin?" She asked.
"Yeah. Kevin?"
"Yeah, he's a total dumbass, I can't believe him and Kaitlin were doing that."
"At least you'll have me fucking you."
"Yeah, you are better than him at that."
"And you suck me off better than Kaitlin ever could."
Her hand had slid down to the waistband of my boxers, slipping inside, running her thumb over the tip. "Fuck," I muttered.
She knelt down, pulling my boxers with her, as my cock stood erect, aligned with her perfect mouth, as she began sucking me off, I thought about all the times over the last five years that she's done this, "Take it all in baby, suck daddy's cock." Burying my cock deep in her throat, as my cock threatened to spill all over her eager mouth. Looking down I saw her hand slip inside her panties, playing with her pussy. Damn, I thought, she knows how to get me everytime. I pushed my cock into her eager mouth, letting my seed spill down her throat. Pulling her to her feet, kissing her roughly, before lifting her into my arms, and carrying her to my bed. As I carried her, I pushed her shorts, and
panties aside, rubbing her clit, "Fuck, you're so wet, he definitely didn't give you what you needed."
"Fuck, that feels so good, don't stop."
Laying her down I pulled her panties off, and went to climb on top of her, but before I could she pushed me backwards, "I'm not done sucking you off yet baby," she said, as her mouth took my cock in again. Her tongue flicking across the tip, "Livia, let me at least....." I started to say, before she pressed her mouth to mine. My hand trailed down her back, gripping her ass as my other stroked her pussy lips and clit. Delving my fingers in her, letting them curl as I slid them towards her g-spot. "Roman, daddy, fuck me."
Easing her onto the bed, I wasn't going to let her go away empty handed, I brought my mouth down to meet my fingers, flicking my tongue across her clit. Licking up and down her wet slit. Reaching my hand up to take one of her breasts in my hand, brushing my fingers over her already hard nipples. Finally succumbing to the desire I had to be buried deep inside Livia, I pushed myself to hover above her, kissing her as I pushed inside her, agonizingly slow teasing her, torturing myself. Her hips raised, forcing me in deeper, her legs wrapped around my waist, her heels digging into my ass. The sensation of being buried in her overwhelming, inch by glorious inch, benefitting the two of us, as she clenched around me, her nails digging into my back. Releasing seconds after she clung to me, riding out the wave, not long after her first, a second fast approached, rocking her hips upward, draining every inch of my seed into her. Afterwards I collapsed on top of her, "Thanks Livia. You're a lifesaver."
"Anything for you."
"You can stay the night, I'm thinking we'll both need this again."
"I wouldn't dream of leaving this," she said, her hand sliding down in between our thighs, her thumb, grazing my cock head.
"Damn, did he ever give you anything?"
"Once, and it wasn't even that good. I had to fake it."
"So, how long since?"
"Six months. It's been torture."
"Damn baby, I'm thinking you need this more than I do then."

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