It was the middle of the night, but I wasn’t asleep. I knew Paul…

It was the middle of the night, but I wasn’t asleep. I knew Paul was sleeping on the couch and that as soon as my brother and parents fell asleep that he would be coming in to see me. We’d been fucking for the past six months or so, even though Paul was my brother’s best friend and my brother had specifically asked Paul not to fuck me. It felt like nothing could keep us apart, though. We were just meant to fuck. 

There was an invisible pull, a strong force that pulled Paul and I together like magnets. His mouth was just attracted to my pussy and I loved how he would spend hours eating my pussy every time he stayed over. He could make me cum so easily that it almost wasn’t fair. He wouldn’t even bother sticking his cock into my pussy until he had made me cum at least ten times. He kept count, and after I came, he would look up at me and pause. 

“That was seven,” he would whisper and we would share a smile. He would bury his face back in my pussy until he made me cum again. 

“That was eight!” 

“Yeah it was!” I moaned and he went back down on me again. By the time I’d cum ten times I felt like I couldn’t possibly cum another time, but he shoved his cock inside of me anyway and he used my pussy with it until I had cum at least once, but sometimes more than that. He wouldn’t let himself cum until I had cum on his cock. No other guy I’d ever fucked was like Paul. I knew that I had it good. The only thing was, I had to keep it a secret. I wished that I had someone to tell, but I was afraid to even tell my friends. I didn’t want anyone to find out. I didn’t want fucking Paul to ever end.

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