EroticReverie

I wasn't his type, not in the least. He preferred thin women. Thin, blonde women. Short, and petite. Women who submitted easily , due to the amount of money he had. 

While not sure of his exact height, he must be at least 6'2" or 6'3" , because I'm six feet tall and he only stands a mere few inches taller. Unlike his preferred women, I had long dark brown hair, big tits, and an even bigger ass to match my "chunky" body. I had curves and more flesh and inches of body than he knew what to do with half the time. 

"Don't stop" I panted, one hand slipping down the mirror in his newly redone bathroom, my other hand braced on the sink as he stood behind me, burying himself inside of me, again and again making me want to scream. Instead I gritted my teeth and moaned as quietly as I could as everyone downstairs was unaware of what was happening upstairs. 

It was his house, but the bathroom that he currently was fucking me in, was a gift to his long time girlfriend. i knew the bathroom was his form of roses, to throw at his fuck ups and misgivings in their relationship. 

"God you feel so fucking good" I breathed, pushing my ass back to meet his thrusts, trying to take him deeper. 

His fingers were digging into my wide hips, his fingers burying in the soft flesh, gripping hard as his hips slapped against me. 

"yes, yes" i chanted. "God, fuck me harder" I groaned as my arousal could be felt wetting my entire cunt and starting to drip down my thighs. 

"oh my god" I groaned again as he drilled me harder, knocking me forward, making me fall over the bathroom counter, I panted, slipping my hand back up the mirror, lifting the other to brace myself, watching my fingers leave streaks all over their previously spotless mirror. 

I'd always thought he was attractive growing up together. And finding relatives attractive was fine as long as you didn't act on it. 

But last year....we'd acted on it. 

It was the night before Thanksgiving, and instead of going out to bars, he had his friends over, a bunch of regular drunks, late twenties, early thirty somethings that still thought they belonged in bars and getting wasted every night. 

He also invited all of the cousins in our family. Being that I wasn't one to ever attend such events, as I barely drank, and honestly, wasn't all that social, he'd had to tease me into showing up. 

I'd drank too much, and so had he. After the rest of the party left, and the ones staying fell asleep, I'd ended up going down on him on the back porch of his house. 

I love sucking cock, and I'd loved sucking his even more. I'd loved the way he groaned and clenched his fingers in my hair. I'd also loved the taste of him as I swallowed the fruits of my oral labor. 

I'd ended up passing out on the couch while he went to bed with his girlfriend who was already asleep. 

The next day, when all of our family gathered at his house for Thanksgiving, I'd gone down on him twice throughout the day, and ended up fucking later that night after everyone left, and when his girlfriend went to go visit her own parents.

Any family event now, we sneak off, to either fuck, or for me to suck his cock, and today was his daughters birthday.

"You still on birth control?" he asked , looking at me in the mirror and I nodded. 

He groaned, and second later was filling me with his cum. 

I'd had a lot of sexual partners, but nothing beat fucking him. It was wrong and dirty, and I loved it.  It was a perfect arrangement, because he had a girlfriend, and I didn't form feelings for guys I slept with, and knew I would not form one for him. Feelings for his cock though....definitely. 

"fuck" he muttered and groaned, sliding out, his thick cock leaving me, slipping out, my pussy clinging to it, begging it to stay, to keep fucking me. 

But our families were downstairs, and we'd always made encounters like this quick, but I was needy and so fucking horny, because we'd gone over a month without meeting up now. I was getting my fix , and a five minute fuck, just wasnt enough. 

"Can you go again?" I asked, looking at him in the mirror and he grinned, and laughed. 

"Someone miss my dick?" he teased and I rolled my eyes. 

"shut up...can you?" I asked and he laughed. 

"In a little bit...Caroline has to open her presents..we have to do cake and shit..." he says. I grumbled and he laughed. 

"You work tomorrow?" he asked me and i shook my head as I pulled up my pant jeans and panties. 

"You should come by tomorrow then...the guys will be out working...Caroline's mother has her tomorrow...and Jackie will be at work." he said. 

Jackie was his super skinny, blonde , bitch of a girlfriend, who I had an inkling only wanted him for his money, but they'd been together for years, so I said nothing at the point. He also knew that nobody in the family really cared for her, but he kept with her anyways for whatever reason, and I honestly didn't really care why.   Caroline was his daughter, who was 8 now, and he'd had her with an ex of his, who was...surprise....a skinny , short blonde chick. 

"I'm not waiting till tomorrow" I scoffed and he laughed, his deep voice echoing in the bathroom. God I hated his voice, it was one of the things that only made him more attractive as we got older. 

"Don't you get fucked by anyone else?" he asked. I rolled my eyes.

"Yes...but..you know sex is better when WE have sex together." I said. 

He gave a little smile. "Yea, it really is...and to think...if you hadnt came onto me that night-"

"bullshit!" I say and slap his arm as he laughs, and he opens the bathroom door and we just casually walk slowly down his hall. 

"YOU are the one that started it!" I tell him and he laughs. 

"You brought up the time when we were teenagers and I gave head to that boy in the bathroom at that party we were all at." I said. 

He laughs again, because he remembers being a total twat blocker, and trying to break into the bathroom as I went down on a crush of mine. 

"Yeah, but you're the one who offered your own cousin a blow job." he teases quietly as we walk down the stairs. 

"Oh please, you said you had been listening to his moaning through the bathroom door, and were "curious" as to how good I was to make him moan like that." I give him a little glare. 

He laughs and nods. "Alright, whatever, its both of our faults."

I shrug. "That's better I guess." I say with a little smile as we hit the bottom of the steps and then two of the kids race up the stairs. 

"After cake and presents...wait for me out in the shed." he says with a little smile and I return it and give a slight nod.