EroticReverie

The next day I'm laying in bed watching a documentary about sex workers, nodding as I pop a chip into my mouth. 

"You go girl" I say to my television as one of the girls talks about how much money she's made from just feet pics alone. 

My phone pings and I shake my head at my television wondering why the fuck I'm not selling feet pics for a living as I snatch my cell phone from the bed to see who messaged me. 

"Where the fuck are you?" the text says, and I grin and swipe open my phone to reply. 

"At home,watching a documentary about sex workers." I type. 

I watch the immediate signal that he's typing back and wait. 

"Well come do some sex work on my fucking dick." he replies and I bark a laugh. 

"You gonna pay me?" I reply. 

"How much you want?" he replies and I smirk at my phone. 

"Depends on what you want big boy." I tease. 

"A blow job and some of that pussy." he says. 

"Oooo, that'll cost ya, Not sure you can afford it." I say, even though my cousin was rich. Well, at least in comparison to me and anyone else in our family. He was well off. Not a millionare or anything but he probably had close to it. 

"I'd give every dime I've got right about now." he says and I roll my eyes at my phone. 

"Get over here Beth." he types. 

"I'm a sex worker, not a dog, ask me nicely." I play with him. 

"Get your fuckin ass over here. Now." he says and I smile at my phone. 

"We're going to have to work on what nicely means." I type back. 

"Quit playing games. I know you want this dick. So fucking come and get it." he says.

"I'm comfy right where I am thanks." I reply back. 

"Have a good day at work." I type and then pout when he doesnt reply to me again. 

"Well that's no fun." I say as I pet my cat laying on my stomach as I watch television.

Twenty minutes laters there's a pounding on my apartment door and I almost choke on the chip I'm swallowing and sit up in bed. 

"What the fuck is that?" I ask out loud as my cat, more jumpy than I am darts off the bed to hide. 

I narrow my eyes to where she left the room. "I'm trading you for a dog!" I yell to her and get up out of my bed. 

My phone pings and I look back to my bed and run over to grab it. 

"Open the fucking door." the text says. My jaw drops. 

"What the fuck are you doing here?" I type back.

He doesnt respond. He just pounds on my door again. 

"Alright!" I yell and then text back. 

"Give me a fuckin second." I type and then toss my phone onto the bed and grab my bag of chips and throw them on the counter quickly then run to the bathroom, give a quick brush of my cheek, groaning at myself in the mirror. 

I was wearing black baggy sweat pants and a long sleeved black shirt that was currently rolling up over my stomach and I pulled it down. 

another bang at my door. 

"Jesus" I mumble and then spit otu my tooth paste, rinse and go to the door. My messy bun bobbing as I run and then unlock my door. 

"Jesus, you're going to get me in trouble with the landlord with all that fucking noise." I say as I pull the door open.

He pushes his way inside giving me a glare and I roll my eyes. 

"Come right in, welcome, don't mind me, I just LIVE here." I say and he looks around. 

My apartment was small, a kitchen with a table, small stove and fridge. A small living area, with a bedroom off it. He'd never been to my apartment, he'd been to my old one, but this one I moved into a few months ago when I moved out from a shitty roomate situation. 

"This place is small." he says with a gruff, disapproving tone. 

"Yeah, well, sorry we're all not fucking loaded with cash daddy Warbucks" I say and walk into the kitchen to get a drink. I wasnt even thirsty, I just was nervous. I didn't like him here, judging my rinky dink apartment , judging me. 

"Im not saying it like that. It's just...it's small." he says. 

"congrats on your working set of eyes." I say as I unscrew a cap from a bottle of water and he turns to look at me. 

"Can you take off your fuckin clothes now?" he asks and my brows jump and I spit my water out a little and laugh. 

"You think you can just come here and demand sex?" I ask and set my water down. 

"Why are you being difficult?" he asks and lifts his shirt up and off, kicking off his shoes in the tiny little hallway, leaving them on the mat next to mine and dropping his shirt on the floor and starting on his pants next. 

I take a short inhale as I look at him. God. I loved looking at him, and I liked looking at him even more when he drops his pants and boxers and steps out of them and his big dick hangs, not even fully hard and makes my mouth water. 

"I know you like what you see, get over and say hello to me" he says. 

My eyes lift to his and he gives me that cocky little grin I hate to love so much. 

"You're such an ass." I say. 

He bends over, removing his sock and I give a little smile at that. Because he knows I think it's silly when guys leave their socks on during sex. 

"Jesus" he says and moves across the kitchen and grabs me, making me jump as he pushes me against the counter and I swallow hard as he brings his mouth close to mine and I lean back and he smirks. 

"No kissing today?" he asks. I shake my head. 

"Fine." he says and then strips me of my pants, yanking them down and my breath hitches and he grabs my hips and turns me around aggressively and  I put my hands to counter, stepping out of my pants and sticking my ass out. 

"there she is..." he teases. "There's the girl who loves my dick" 

"shut up" I moan as I push my ass back against him. 

I was wet already, not extremely so and he was smart enough to know it, so he put his mouth next to my ear as his hand grabbed his cock and rubbed it against my ass and then over my cunt from behind. 

"when I tell you to bring this pussy to me, you fuckin do it, do you hear me?" he asks and I moan. 

"answer me" he growls. 

"fuck you" I whisper and he groans and he bites my neck and I gasp and his other hand slides up the front of my shirt and grabs my breast, squeezing hard as his cock gets hard against me, sliding back and forth between my pussy lips, making me more and more wet, craving him inside me. 

"when are you going to learn to be a good girl?" he asks. 

"never" I reply and he groans. 

"God you make me so fucking hard" he says and then I'm given every inch of him. The pain of his cock ripping into me making me cry out. 

"shit!" I cry as he groans then grabs my hips. 

"fuck, that's good" he groans. 

"Jeff"I moan and he draws back and then pushes forward again and I hiss. 

"That feel good? My cock inside your pussy again?" he ask and I moan with a nod. 

His hand slides up my back one on my breast the other in my hair, grabbing the loose hair at the back of my hand, pulling it back just enough to make my scalp burn. 

"Yes" I hiss and the scruff along his jaw brushes my ear. 

"Yeah? You like me fucking you and pulling your hair?" he asks.

"yes" I breathe and I push back, meeting his thrusts. 

He groans and his mouth is on my neck making me gasp as his warm wet tongue sends shiver down my spine and he licks to my ear. 

"Jackie sucked my cock this morning, and all I could think about was how much better at you are" he says and I moan. 

"I love the way you suck my cock" he whispers. 

"Love the way you take it in your throat like a dirty whore" he says and I moan, clenching around him and he groans.

He reaches both hands to the hem of my shirt and lifts. I hesitate and try to move to keep it on. 

"Knock that shit off." he growls and I whimper as he pulls it up and I lift my arms. 

"You're gonna learn to let me see you, every fucking inch of you when I fuck you" he says and his hands go to my stomach and I suck in. I was confident in my ability to get a guys dick hard, to get them off, but I still had a bad relationship with my body. I hated it. No matter how good sex was, there was always a small part of me that was self concious that the guys were secret repulsed by the jiggling flesh or too thick thighs. 

"You think I hate this?" he groans in my ear, his fingers digging into my flesh as he grabs my stomach at the side, his fingers pushing vertically into my skin. 

"I fucking love it." he says. 

"I love all of it" he says and his thrust makes me lose my next breath and his hands slide up and grab my breasts. 

"I don't give a shit what you think." he says. 

"Nobody has ever made my dick this fucking hard. Nobody makes me cum like you do." he says. 

"You're so fucking soft" he groans and his hips  push into me and I moan as his teeth graze my neck and his hands slip back down my stomach and then to my waist.

"I love watching your body when I fuck you." he says and I feel one hand slip between my legs and rub my clit as he thrusts. 

"I love knowing it my dick that makes your soft flesh move. You might hate it, but the way your legs jiggle, the way your fucking ass moves, the way the extra flesh you hate so much moves, it drives me fucking crazy, watching you, knowing im the one making every inch of you move." he says. 

It was half sexy, and half defeating his purpose of trying to make me feel more secure in myself. I didnt want a guy telling me my fat was attractive. Guys didn't get it, they never got it. It wasnt about what they liked. Sure I wanted them to find me attractive , but I still needed for MYSELF to FEEL attractive. 

"just shut up" I breathe and he groans, a slight laugh. 

"You're ridiculous" he says and I look over my shoulder.

"and you're not fucking me hard enough." I say and he grins. 

"Fucking bossy bitch" he says and grabs my hair again, snatching it and I yelp as he starts to fuck me harder and I curse, gasping loudly, my eyes rolling back. 

"Oh fuck" I cry.

"yeah?" he asks. 

"yeah" I pant and he groans and keeps fucking me hard and fast, and he fucked me fast, like a rabbit, jack hammering my pussy as he fucked me up against the counter making me cry out. I loved it like this. It might not have been the most pleasurable for me, but it drove me nuts to feel a guy pound me like this. And he was exceptionally well at this version of fucking. 

"I need to slow down, or I'll cum" he grunts. 

"fuck me" I cry. "Don't stop-f-fucking me" I whimper. 

It felt too good like this, felt to good being drilled as his dirty little secret. Felt too good feeling his cock slam against my cervix and make my pussy hurt, making me want to scream at the top of my lungs. I let out high pitched wails as he drove into me. 

"oh - my - god" I groan, almost growling. 

"so- fuck-ing - good" I say through each thrust.

I whimper as his groan comes, the one I know so well, the one that accompanies the last thrusts of his hips as he finishes inside of me. Pounding his cum into my cunt, making me take his load once again. 

It never mattered to me if a guy came first. It was hard for me to cum sometimes, so I didnt expect it everytime, I didn't need to cum everytime I had sex. I got off on getting them off. And getting my cousin off was my favorite. It's own reward, feeling him fill me, giving me cum that belonged in someone elses cunt, but my own had stolen it. 

He puts his hands over my mine on the counter and thrusts one last time as he rests his chin on my shoulder panting hard. 

"fuck Beth" he groans and I moan, clenching around his cock. 

He groans and bites my shoulder. 

"Fuckin bitch" he groans and I laugh slightly knowing how sensitive he was after he cums. Needing to hold still, any movement too much and I often liked to torture him. 

I relax my muscles and let him slide out slowly as he breathes heavily and I lick my lips as I feel his cum slipping down inside of me and out, dripping between my lips and grab my shirt to put it back on. 

"Don't, stop it" he says and grabs it and turn and look at him. 

"Stop!" I say and he shakes his head and throws the shirt across the room. 

"You're not putting your clothes back on." he says.

"Not till I leave" he says. 

I roll my eyes. "Bye then" I say and go to move and he grabs my arm and I pull trying to take it from him but he pushes me against the counter, his hands on my face. 

"stop" I say as he just tries to look at my face and I turn my head. 

"Jesus, what is wrong with you?" he asks and I look at him and glare. 

"nothing is wrong with me!" I argue and he holds my face firmly.

"Are you fucking blind?" he asks. 

My lips tighten. 

"Seriously Beth...you're fucking HOT" he says. 

"You wanna hide from me, go ahead, but i've already seen you naked, and i fucking LOVE it." he says and I roll my eyes. 

"Quit rolling your god damn eyes and look at me." he says and I sigh. 

Looking back to him. 

"You're fucking beautiful." he says and I try not to roll my eyes. 

"I don't care that you're not skinny. I LIKE that you're not skinny." he says. 

"I get that you have hang ups on this body image shit...but fuck...I wish you knew how little I gave a fuck about it...that I like looking at you...I LOVE looking at you when we fuck." he says and I sigh and look away. 

"Fuckin look at me" he says again and I sigh and look back again. 

"I dont need you to fix me." I say. 

"I just DONT like being naked. It's not a big deal. You're making it one." I say. 

"I don't need your body positivity bullshit" I say and push his hands from my face and he scoffs and just shakes his head as I move quickly away from him and go to my room where I can just grab my robe and throw it on. 

"You can go now" I say. "You got your nut. Bye."  I say as I pull my robe on when he walks into my room. 

"Who the fuck said I was done with you?" he asks and I roll my eyes and sit down on my bed. 

"Lock the door on your way out." I say as I push back into my bed and pull my covers up over me. 

"Are you serious right now?" he asks. 

"Dead serious." I say, grabbing my remote and flicking the channel, turning it. 

"Fine. Can I stay and just watch tv with you?" he asks and I look to him. 

"This isn't time to cuddle Jeff. I don't do that. You got some pussy. I got some dick. It's done. You can go." I say and he huffs. 

"Jesus!" he yells and his hands fly up into his hair and over his face as he laughs and I scowl. 

"You are fucking impossible!" he says and walks over to my bed.

He pushes me over and slides onto the bed. 

"What are you doing?!" I ask as he sits up against my head board and grabs the remote. 

"Not fucking cuddling your cranky ass , that's for sure. Shut your cock sucker and watch tv." he says. 

My nostrils flare and I slap him hard on the chest. 

"dick." I say. 

"bitch." he says , and fights a little smirk as I glare at him as he just stares at the television as he flips through the stations. 

I huff slightly and then turn my head to the television, fighting my own little smirk too.