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Wes Tucker / The Party (Part2)

For those that asked to a part 2, I'm sorry this sucks I started writing it a 3am and finished it at like 4:30am and my butt is hella numb. Thank you for 7K reads. Means a lot! (: / This one is mine, message me requests or comment requests you want me to do !!

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I had just gotten home and had finally given in. I ripped my backpack open and grabbed the notebook out from the bottom. I anticipated in typing his number into my phone. I did so but thought to myself, maybe i should text him on the weekend, it may leave him wondering.

The weekend came and I couldn't bring myself to text him. There'd be no time anyway, as I was invited to a party. Looking through my wardrobe I finalised on a tight but not so tight dress, a dress that complimented my curves.

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The party was coming to it's peak at around 1am, half the party was downstairs and the other half either left or were spread throughout the rest of the main floor of this large suburban house. No parents were around, so everyone showed up. I was sitting on a couch in a room keeping away from the main party. There were about 3 other people in the room with me, one of them was passed out with his shirt off and a broken bottle of vodka laying next to him. We were all just sitting around talking while I rolled a blunt. Then I heard a familiar voice shouting, as I turned my head I see Wes standing, shouting at some girl.

"NO! FUCK YOU!" the last words of a brutally intense argument ended with those words and the stomping of a women's heels sounded throughout the entire house and the streets. That's when I saw him. At that point, my life felt entirely like that part of a romance movie where the main character sees the love of his/her dreams. The light cast upon his beautiful face as if a god carved his fine, chiselled face. His face stood out more to me, I don't understand why I could only pick out now that everything about him was perfect. His posture was even more immaculate. Probably the most astonishing thing about him was the way he stood curved and the amazing condition of his skin. Anger etched across his face, his jaw snaps back into place, his hands clenched up into a fist of rage.

Th way he had held his head up, even though he was going through emotional troubles. He had obviously cared deeply about the way he looked, a look I didn't think I'd ever see on his face.

Clearly stressed over the recent fight with who was probably his girlfriend? He just wanted to get away from the majority of the party. So he sat down on the other side of the couch, relatively close to me not while letting out a long, heavy sigh throwing his head into his hands not noticing who I was. I looked around the room. No one seemed to even bother to acknowledge her existence. I turned to him, placing my hand into his shoulder whispering his name.

"Hey Wes, you okay?" He took a bit of time to respond because he was taken aback that it was me asking if he was okay, I hated him,
'It's you, I'm sorry you had to see that.'  He let out a long sigh once again. I just chuckled.
'Yes it's me, what's up?'
'She's just a girl I got it on with and now she's saying it wasn't shit' He just sighed.
'You don't have to tell me anymore, don't worry' I out my hand onto his shoulder.

I got back to rolling the blunt I had started rolling earlier. I rolled 4 phat ones. (LOL)
I turned to him and leaned over to his ear and whispered,
'So I didn't text you for that sex you left your number for, what do you say? we go up, smoke these, grab a bottle and I'll make up for what she had put you through.'
What did I say? I didn't have a clue where all of this had come from, but it was fine because he didn't hesitate one bit, he bit his lip, causing me to bite mine then he grabbed my hand and led me up the stairs, he knew this house more than me, it was his friends house.

We found a room and threw ourselves onto the bed, he grabbed the two blunts and the bottle of vodka out my hand pouring them into shot glasses. We had about 5 shots each and then we just looked at each other.

'I didn't get to say this earlier but you look so freaking hot.' I just smiled over at him and leaned forward to kiss him. We kissed for 10 straight minutes and he soon ended up on top of me crammed into one corner of the larger bed, leaving such a quantity. We both pulled back and he leaned in craving more but I leaned back, he looked at confused and I pushed him back causing his head to hit the pillows. He ran his hands on the each side of my thighs slowly lifting my dress. I leaned back and pulled my dress over his head, giving him time to pull his shirt off.
'You look even better without your shirt on' he whispers looking at my chest, biting his lips.
'So you've been imagining me.' I tease him, causing him to blush, Wes has never blushed at anything I have said to him. Anyone says to him. I kissed the corners of his mouth, lowering down to his neck and slowly down to his pecks, leaving wet kisses, he groans and flips me over so now he's onto of me, he starts kissing my neck then lowers down to my chest and rips my bra off.

(Wes POV)

I continue down her body, onto her belly, still kissing her on the way down. Noticing her hands tightly grasping the sheets my hand worked it's way down to her thigh, warmly caressing her perfect body. I listened to her enticing moan as I lifted the top of her panties with tongue and grabbed ahold of the tip with my teeth. With a firm hold on the only thing preventing her from wearing nothing but heels, I tore off her panties. Deeply sighing as I exposed her entire body to new eyes, she peered into me with a burning desire to allow me to continue into the sweetest of all parts of her body.

I kissed my way down to just before the top of her pussy. She was moaning in full throttle, her breathing was noticeably heavier, gasping for breath on almost every moan. Without making any contact with her pussy, I stopped progressing down her body. Looking at me with a burning passion that cannot be expressed by words, she craved for me to do everything possible to her body, however, as if I was taunting her. I quickly kissed and tongued my way up her inner thigh and finally into her pussy.

With my middle and index finger, I spread the lips of her pussy and went all out, I struck hard and fast that made my mouth sore almost instantly. Her screams and moans rattled the room and echoed off the walls. Telling me I was doing it all right. I slid my arms underneath her ass and grasped her lower back firmly. With the added leverage, I pulled her into me while pushing my face further into her, I was determined not to stop until she could feel my throat. That's when it happened, she screamed out, the whole house probably heard, her body tensed up sharply and she quickly grabbed onto my arm and squeezed with the intensity of her shrieking, wet orgasm. That's when I felt it, she was a squirter and a screamer. She shot warm juices onto the edge of my bottom lip, some of it in my mouth, the rest of it dripping down my chin. I didn't stop, this is only the beginning.

(Your POV)
I pulled him up to me and grabbed his face, I was trying to make him feel better, but he's pleasuring me, really well. I pulled his belt, telling him to take off his trousers and he did so, I then flipped us over once again. Started to grind on him causing him to gasp and grasp my ass hard and tight. I then lowered myself and continued kissing down his body as he rudely interrupted me, this time he let me do so. I continued going down and start to rub his dick through his boxers. He let out a moan of relief, as if his dick needed touching. I slowly pulled his boxers down, causing him to arch his back so I could pull it down. I started to kiss the tip and licked down agonisingly slow. Throwing his head back and him now grabbing the covers, my ass is thrown in the air and he admires it. I put my legs on each side of his heads I start to suck his dick as he starts to lick me out once again, his hand on either sides of my thighs. I started to blow him in and out, faster and harder, edging him. I get on top of him and start to slowly grind on to his dick, balls deep, bouncing up and down as he grabs my boobs and squeezing them, I lean over to whisper,
'Cum for me daddy.' And he instantly cums, filling me up with his juices and I continue to ride out on his throbbing cock. He sits up and places his hands onto my hips and I continue grinding harder and faster causing me to have a second orgasm, as he feels me ooze over his hard dick he pulls out and kisses me.
'Not even going to lie y/n you're the best sex I've had'
'same goes to you, Wes Tucker.' He kisses me again, but it didn't feel like lust.
'You know I've always liked you, boy pick on girls they like,'
'Well I like you too.' I interrupt.
We laid there naked, in a comfortable silence. He rubbed my hair as I ran my hand up and down his torso.