SEX AT LAST!

Ava’s POV

Even though Chris acted like he felt nothing, I knew Chris was also in the mood.

He walked into the bathroom and slid the glass door shut. As he showered, the bathroom door fogged up from the steam; I could hardly see through it anymore. I only fed my urges with the image of his naked body that I pictured in my mind.

He came out wrapped in a white towel around his waist, his hard cock lifting the towel slightly. His eyes caught my nipples and he smiled.

He loosened the towel and let it drop at his feet, his cock dangling slightly from the pull.

“You’re everything I’ve ever dreamed of, and I’d choose this moment with you a million times over,” he whispered as he came closer to me, my body shivered.

I had full, thick thighs with straight legs, my skin beautiful and flawless. An irresistible tan with perfect curves and a round butt; and to crown it all, my tits were firm.

Chris held the strap of my dress and dragged it down gently, revealing my pointed nipples. He sucked on them for a second before sliding his hands down my shorts to take them off. Clear fluid dripped from the tip of his manhood, and when I grabbed it, he let out a soft moan. I massaged his cock slowly, letting my fingers glide through the slick.

“You’ve got something monstrous here,” I praised. A flirtatious smile played at the corner of my mouth.

He gripped my ponytail and tilted my head as he shoved his manhood into my mouth and made me suck on it.

I sucked hard and licked every drop that came out of it. His balls dangled under my jaw.

“Umm.. Urrr,” I let out a moan but it was muffled in my lungs. Chris didn’t stop. He dug his manhood into my throat and that caused my breasts to bounce. He held one, fondling it softly as he continued.

His cock hardened even more, and the urge to thrust into me consumed him. He pulled me up and pushed me on the bed, my butt faced the ceiling. He slid his cock into me and a solid moan escaped my lungs.

“Oh fuck! Chris,” I cried, clenching the bedsheet.

He didn’t stop. It started at a steady rhythm but soon grew faster and harder. My body shivered as the pleasure intensified.

Chris hit me hard, causing me to beg for mercy. I never knew he was a badass dude! And I had never been this well stroked before.

My creamy pussy was getting some nice strokes,

My voice filled the hotel room.

Chris flipped me over, spread my thighs, and penetrated deeper into me. I cried out, dug my nails into his back as the pleasure took over me, each thrust pounded through me like a hard rod.

I slid my palm up to hold his neck. “Kill me,” I cried as I raised my body to him. He pressed me back towards the bed and increased the pace a little more.

He raised my leg slightly higher to feel all of me. His eyes caught my dancing breasts again and he took a nipple in his mouth when he reduced his speed. Chills ran down my body. I left my legs spread out to get enough from his horse ride and Chris didn't fail me, he pounded every corner and caused me to jerk with pleasure.

When the pleasure was finally drawing me close to my orgasm, I ran my fingers across my clit to ease the release of my orgasm and at the same time, I watched him thrust into me. I cried out and begged him not to stop. And a fresh strength descended on him. He increased the pace again as he hit me even harder.

Fuck! I would never let Chris slip off my fingers. He was a fucking genius!

My voice thickened and my legs shook as though I was under an electric shock. At this point, my hand had left my clit to grip Chris's firm arms. “Eat me up, Chris!” I cried as I reached my orgasm.

The thick, creamy juice from my pussy painted his manhood.

He pulled my weak body up; I held his cock and shoved it into my mouth while I gave him a blowjob. He moaned, his body trembling. His hands found my breasts once more and he fondled them while I kept sucking until his cum spilled over my face.

He let out a soft sigh, and we fell on the bed at once

***

The next day, Chris pulled over at my house. I waved at my aunt, with whom I was living after I lost my parents. I hopped into the front seat, kissed his lips as he drove me to school.

The school buzzed with shock when they saw me alight from Chris’s ride. He’d opened the door for me and I stepped out with my shoulders high.

We talked on our way to class and I laughed as we approached the building. At intervals, I placed my head on his shoulder for the entire school to see.

After school, I received a forwarded message from an unknown number that read: “I just wanted to let you know who your boyfriend is. Don’t bother about who the sender is. I prefer to stay anonymous.”

I clicked with trembling fingers, it was a video of Chris passionately kissing another girl.

My heart sank.

I replayed it to be sure of what I saw.

Yes, it was Chris.

Glad he was already approaching me, my chest rose like bread soaked in water.

He lunged to give me a peck, but I raised my hand in his face, ordering him to stay back. I showed him the video, and he was shocked.

“Ava, it’s not what you think.”

“It’s not what I think? Then what is it?” I demanded, my brows drew together.

“…It’s just…”

I snatched his phone and pressed the power button. The screen lit up with a picture staring right in my face. I squinted as though it might help me see better. The photo wasn't mine, it was of another girl; I had suspected as much. In the picture, he grabbed her ass and she placed her palm on his chest as if she owned him.

My heart broke.

“So this is true?” I said, my voice low and fragile.

Then the girl from the video I’d watched earlier from my phone stepped in: Kia Natale.

My eyes snapped to her. She looked at Chris and then at me.

“Tell her, Chris! Tell her it’s a lie!” she dared.

Chris stood cold-blooded.

His silence said it all.

Chris Westbrook was cheating on me, I concluded within myself.

But was it with Kia?

Who else was he involved with? The pain I felt was so unbearable that I ran out of the scene. Chris followed behind me, pleading that I should hear him out.

“Ava, I can explain!” he pleaded but I wasn't interested.

“Listen to me, Ava,” he said again.

“It’s not what you think…”