Lara.
1267 Words
Tanner Cruz and I met almost 3 months ago at a bar. I am a 28-year-old doctor. To be precise, a professional in sports rehab for a motorcycle club.
I oversee every rider at the club's injury, recovery and physical condition, with expertise in anatomy and sports injury treatment.
I take pride in my work... planning their personalized rehab plans... I'm short with black shoulder-length hair, brown eyes, and I'm a chubby woman. Voluptuous is what people would refer to me as, and I'm okay with that aside from some extra fat here and there.
I consider myself good-looking. I love my curves, every single one of them. I'm admired by most of the men I work with, but when you're the only woman they see for most of their day, isn't that normal? But this man in particular makes my panty wet…
Cruz is sharp with a high bridge nose, thin lips that exude a cold, commanding aura when pressed together, but when he smiles... his perfectly white straight teeth make him look like a million dollars... his tall, with bulging arms and biceps... his thighs and calves strain in any pants he wears.
And don't even talk about what's between those legs... no, I haven't seen it yet, but it's not like there is much for you to imagine about you can basically see the out print of it just by looking at the front of his pants. He has perfect hair. A light brown, curtain style. I once saw Keanu Reeves sporting it and, since then, I have always loved it, but that was it.
I was having a rough day at work. Tracey begged me to go with her on her date to cheer me up. Honestly, I was reluctant... who in their right mind would go with their best friend on her date? But I did anyway... I gave them space, not that Tracey knows anything about space…
But to be honest, I'm happy I went. That night was the night that changed everything. It was the night I met Cruz away from the Golden Eagles Club. We met up at that same bar a couple of times after that, until one night Cruz finally asked me out to dinner. We had dinner and everything was going great. After spending hours getting to know each other better outside the club, Cruz dropped me off at my apartment, but I wasn't ready for him to leave yet.
I invited him in, toed off my black heels, dropped my handbag on the counter, then hopped on top of it, resting back on my hands... I looked at him smiling, made the come here sign with my finger... while spreading my legs wide enough for him to see that I wasn't wearing any underwear.
He looked behind himself, at the door, then back at me. I laughed and shook my head...
"Are you just going to stand there with your mouth open, Tanner, or are you going to get your ass over here?"
He swallowed hard, making his Adams apple bob, two long strides, and was between my thick thighs in seconds.
I wrapped them around his waist and he smashed my lips into mine. He slipped his hand into the back of my hair and yanked my head back gently to look at me.
"Do you know how long I have been waiting to taste your lips?"
He whispered after pulling away from the kiss and resting my head against mine.
"I doubt it's as long as I have been waiting."
I whispered back.
"You're wrong there, woman. I've wanted you since the moment I saw you."
Then he kissed me again.
He kissed from my lips down to my shoulders, lingering at my neck. Light brushes of his knuckles on my thighs sent shivers down my spine... his name spilled breathlessly from my lips when he squeezed my thighs. His touches became desperate and so had mine. In a matter of mere moments, we were stripped of our clothes, breathing hard as we stared one another in the eyes.
I reached between the two of us and held his c**k in my hand, never taking my eyes off of him. Slowly, I ran the tip of his c**k against my folds. There was no rushing. I took my time guiding his c**k between my p***y lips, I tilted my head back, one leg up on the counter.
Moaning out loud, the need for him to be inside of me was too much, and I slid the head of his c**k inside my p***y, I moaned louder and he hissed. My p***y pulsed hard around the head of his c**k, the further he pushed in, the more I throbbed around him. Cruz lifted my legs up in my arms, pulling me to the edge of the counter.
I wrapped her arms around his back and held onto his shoulders, my nails digging into them. He pumped my c**k into me, pulling out all the way, then making his way back inside of me as slowly as possible. He let go of my legs and got onto the counter beside me.
Again, he lifted my legs over his arms, sliding his c**k into my p***y from the back. I slipped my fingers into the back of his head, pulling him closer to my breast, and he greedily sucked on my left breast as he stroked my inner walls with his cock... My walls tightened, squeezing his c**k with every pump.
Cruz ran my hand down to my p***y and rubbed slow circles on my clit. He buried himself deeper inside of me, as deep as he could go, and held himself there. I rocked back, f*****g his c**k and hand.
I loved that Cruz was letting me take the lead. Mostly, somehow he understood that I didn't want to rush this. I wanted to savor every moment, every thrust and every twitch of his c**k inside of me. When a man understands your body, understands what you want and need, is there really anything sexier than that?
I had my fair share of men just f*****g for the fun of it, just taking what they want, just chasing their own release, but not Cruz. He was gentle, giving, sweet, and he took his time, teasing my p***y with the tip of his c**k every few strokes. My p***y clenched around his c**k and his c**k twitched every time I clenched.
I was close. You know the saying f**k you until you see stars? How true that saying was he didn't even need to pound into me relentlessly for me to see stars. Cruz pulled his c**k from my center and came to lie above me. I wrapped my arms and legs around him holding him tightly, he pumped faster. Hitting my G spot with every thrust.
"Cruz"
He looked at me smiling.
"c*m for me baby"
The hair at the nap of my neck stood on end, and I let go, giving into the pleasure as I came... Cruz followed shortly behind me, hugging me in his arms tighter.
We f****d hard, slow and rough throughout the night.
Cruz and I discussed his race, the passion in his eyes, the way they twinkled every time he spoke about racing lit up my empty soul. He has a race coming up in two months.
Can you imagine what he looks like when he removes his helmet? Okay, I'm getting ahead of myself. His eyes are the most striking thing about him... as blue as the ocean…
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