Did I mention how great it felt to fuck Dillon? Because it felt great. Like FUCKING great. Like revenge-fucking-a-tight-ass-body-that-I’ve-masturbated-to-years-and-I-feel-like-a-badass-because-she-hasn’t-orgasmed-in-ages-and-I-made-her-cum-multiple-times-and-her-christ-she-can-screw-and-I-think-I-could-lick-her-sex-forever-and-ever type of “fucking great.”
Getting the privilege of bedding this beauty was SO EASY too, like fate, itself, was arranging my booty calls. I saw her at the bar. She hadn’t spoken to me since Melody and I split and why would she? She was Melody’s friend first and we only every made the cordial hellos and small talk when we would run into each other. I’m not sure what Mel told all her friends when she left me, but I’m assuming it was spun in her favor. Melody soon showed her true colors though and fucked Dillons boyfriend one night. The BF called Melody up after fighting with Dillon. Mel should have known he was up to no good. She should have told the asshole to kick fucking rocks. But she didn’t. Melody never turns down dick. Ever. Worst part was she even bragged about it later to mutual friends who immediately saw her as a piece of shit and ran to Dillon with all the details. Dillon broke up with the boy and told Melody to go to hell.
So when I saw Dillon in the bar I approached her only because I knew the two of us could have quite the fun Mel-hate conversation. I never predicted that I’d be balls-deep inside of her and fucking her every day of the week. Our bar encounter happened on Friday. Today’s Thursday and she just left. I can’t remember the last time I fucked the same girl seven days in a row. OK, I can remember. Melody, of course. But I’m not gonna taint this post about Dillon with tales of Mel. There’s plenty of time for the divulging of that later.
So back to Dillon and the bar. I’ll never forget the first words she said to me.
“You must have superpowers. Because how the hell could anyone stay married to that cunt for so long?”
This was before a “hello” or anything was spoken. I always knew Dillon was gorgeous. I had no idea how funny she could be too.
“You know what they say. With great power comes great responsibility. I took her so none of my fellow men would have to deal with her. Took one for the team. That and I think she drugged me.”
She laughed and asked me to sit next to her.
I wouldn’t leave her side until morning.
After a night of drinks, laughs and lots of passionate fuck, the morning began tender and sweet.
We didn’t speak a word. We kissed. God we kissed for an hour at least. Yes, it led to more fucking. (Great fucking actually. She rode me reverse cowgirl, but humped me so goddamn slow, I could feel every wet hot bit of her. I loved the sensation of her pussy dragging slowly against my length and I came quickly. She loved how quickly I came too. Made her feel powerful and she loved that I came inside of her without fear.) But it was more than just a morning bang. It was tender and sweet. Unexpected.
She felt it to. So much so that she felt like she had to say something.
“I knew I was gonna fuck you the moment you walked into that bar,” she told me. “But I never expected to fuck you twice. Or stay the night. Or get intimate with you with kisses and shit.”
“Weird. I don’t remember ‘shit’ being involved. I think I would’ve asked you to leave a long time ago.”
It was a dumb joke. She laughed anyway.
“I’m not looking for a boyfriend. I’m not. And I REALLY don’t want to give Melody the satisfaction of ever playing victim or even matchmaker or whatever if we became an item. So we can never do that, ok?”
“Never an item. Got it.”
“But that’s not going to stop me from coming by later so you can fuck the hell out of me tonight and make gentle love in the morning. Because I could get use to that. Could you?”
I smiled and nodded shyly. Fuck, I think I even bit my lip and looked down. This could get dangerous. But I like it.
Seven days straight. And counting.