The 20 Year Old Virgin | Herophine

Chapter 42: Footy

Hero

It doesn't take long before our kisses turn hot and feverish. Jo practically rips my shirt and joggers, together with my boxers off my body as I do the same with her outfit, leaving both of us completely bare for each other.

"You were so fucking hot baby," I groan before capturing her hardened nipple in my mouth, suckling it and kneading the other in my palm.

"You like it when I'm bad, don't you, love?" She mewls, her fingers burying into my hair.

"Yes," I hiss when her other hand takes my cock and slowly pumps it. "On your knees baby, I want to fuck you from behind," I groan, my cock twitching in her hand. I let go of Jo's nipple and she quickly moves to her knees as I stand behind her at the foot of my bed. Positioning myself at her soaked entrance, I lean down and whisper to her ear, "You believe me that the used condom wasn't mine, right?" I need to make sure there's no doubt in her heart that I fucked another girl after we're finally back together.

Those bloody wankers better confess to their deeds!

"I do," she moans while my tip teases her folds. That's all I need to hear before sinking myself into her warm and slick sex. Moans and groans and whimpers and grunts and pants are all the could be heard in the minutes that pass as I continue to pump my length into her. It feels so good having her this way, especially thinking about how I've always fantasised fucking her this way before we even got together. She's my living fantasy and I'm lucky enough to live each fantasy with her for real.

I adjust myself, one of my hand trailing down her back and gently pushing the small of it down while my other hand grip a handful of her hair, my head dipping to suck that spot below her lobe.

"Fuck that feels amazing, baby. Don't fucking stop," she practically screams. I knew she liked it rough sometimes but considering my lack of experience, we never really had the chance to explore this kind of love-making. Well now, I'm taking control. My thrusts grow increasingly hard and deep, her loud moans and whimpers fuelling me. I feel her tighten around me before she could even scream my name, her body convulsing. That's all it takes to reach my own high. I empty myself deep inside her, our mixed fluids making it extremely slick inside her.

"I'm gonna find out who that used condom belongs to, Jo," I say with conviction. I can't seem to let the subject go even after that shattering climax we just shared together. We now lay on my bed, all of tangled limbs and heavy breaths.

"It doesn't matter Hero. Like I said, I believe you," she yawns, jet lag catching up on her.

"Still, those fuckers know better than to use my room for their hookups. It's why I got a two-bedroom flat. The spare bedroom-"

"Wait, you got this flat so you and your mates can bring whoever to get yourselves off?" She cuts me off, propping herself up to her elbows so she's staring down at me as I remain laying flat on my back.

"Are you mad?" I ask cautiously, gauging her reaction but from the blank look on her beautiful face, I can't decide what her mood is after hearing the information I oh so clumsily divulged to her.

"I should be but surprisingly, I'm not. I'm actually more amused to know the reason behind that spare bedroom," she laughs and I instantly feel the tension leave my body. "At least now I know to stay out of that room," she continues to laugh her ass off and I know I shouldn't be joining her in laughter. I know I should feel ashamed for all the shit I've done since we broke things off between us. But I can't help it when she's cackling like this-like she doesn't give a fuck about anything except her own happiness. "So... what do you and your mates do around here? Aside from partying, I mean," she asks through another yawn.