Fucking My Crush: He Had No Idea I’d Say Yes

He Confessed All in Our Phone Sex Call

Fucking my crush was all I wanted, and believe me, I’d imagined it in detail. After he confessed everything on our phone sex call, there was no going back. I knew the next time I saw him, I wouldn’t just smile and wave across the lawn. I was going to open the door and let him in. Let him have me. Let him fuck me like he’d been dying to. It didn’t take long for him to show up at my front door to see if it was really me who he had just confessed his secret crush sex fantasy to.

When he knocked, I pulled him inside, slammed the door. My lips found his, and kissed him hard. His mouth was as hungry as mine. His hands went into my robe that was already slipping open as a welcome to his attention. “You said you’ve been obsessing about fucking me. Honestly, it was fucking hot knowing you had watched me sunbath naked…and jerked off. Well, not you can have me, and I want it!”

At Last, I Was Fucking My Crush

That’s when he gave in. He took me roughly like he’d been saving it all up. It was obvious he was hungry for me.  I could feel he was already hard through his jeans while I whispered in his ear how wet I was for him. I pulled his cock out and dropped to my knees. It was thick, warm, and already pulsing in my hand with need. Holy shit his cock was perfection! I wrapped my lips around the fat mushroom head of his cock and sucked him deep, slow and sloppy, moaning as I took him all the way in. He gasped, fingers gripping my hair. “You wanted to fuck my mouth and have me be the sweetest girlfriend experience. Now you are,” I said, spit dripping off my chin. Fucking my crush was sweeter than ever.

I stood up and dragged him to the couch, climbed into his lap, and rubbed his cock between my soaking folds. “You’ve been jerking off to the thought of this, haven’t you? Me riding you like I’ve been just out of reach.” I slid down onto him and gasped. He filled me perfectly, like his cock was made to be inside me. My hips rocked slow at first, letting him feel every inch. He stared at me with this wrecked, wide-eyed look, like he couldn’t believe this was real.

No Longer A Fantasy, But His Reality

“You’ve been fucking your crush in your head for months. Now you’re finally inside me.” He flipped me over and bent me across the couch, slamming into me from behind. I screamed as his ball slapped over and over again against my pussy lips. His hands gripped my hips and his cock drove in so deep I saw stars. I came, hard, soaking him, shaking, clutching the cushions like I might fall apart. He groaned and pulled out, finishing on my back with a hot spill and a shaky breath. I turned and looked up at him.

His face was glowing from sweat, and he was out of breath. “Was fucking me everything you imagined?” I asked. He laughed, a little stunned and still drunk off my pussy. “No… It was better. Valerie you’re so fucking hot, and your pussy was even better than I could have imagined.” I kissed him and whispered, “Fucking my crush was long overdue. Next time, I want you to last longer.”

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