EroticReverie

Beth

I hated being ontop. I hate how gross I felt. I knew Jeff and every other guy I've fucked obviously doesn't give a shit, and it's not like they don't know I'm a fucking bigger girl, I mean, they have a set of working eyes after all. I don't know why I cant just fucking accept my damn body. Yet right now, I'm so fucking horny that I lose that insecurity, just enough to climb onto his lap when he tells me to ride him. 

We were so fucking good together sexually. It was hot as hell every fuccking time, and nobody felt as good as he did. Which was fucking infuriating. 

His hands grab my hips and he lets out a low groan as his fingers sink into the extra flesh there. I had no idea how he had such a thing for my fuller figured body, when his girlfriend was a fucking twig. 

"Fuck you're so fucking soft" he groans and his hands slip up and slightly over my stomach as I sink down onto his cock, his hands grabbing my breasts and his mouth dipping down, his mouth capturing one of my nipples as I place my arms on the back of the couch behind him and curse softly, serving him my fucking tits while I sink down further, moving up and down. 

His teeth nip at my tits, licking and sucking them as I move on his cock, riding him slowly, because I'm a pussy and don't want all of my extra weight bouncing and jiggling around....until...I can't fucking take it anymore...until I need him so fucking bad that I start to ride him harder, faster, and he groans and his head goes back and his hands grab my waist as I fuck him. 

"fuck" he curses, his mouth parted as he breathes heavily and I move even faster, then lift up, till just the head of his cock is inside me, his eyes opening and they come to mine and I smirk slightly, as I move just barely, teasing the head of his cock as I fuck it with my pussy , bouncing just slightly on the very top of his cock.

"You bitch" he groans. "Fuck me" 

I giggle, and bite my lip, and my pussy clenches around the first few inches of his cock that I've allowed myself to have back inside of me. 

"You're such a nasty fucking man....cousin fucker" I taunt him and he grins and then brings his hand to my throat and I groan. 

"I said fuck that cock Beth." he tightens his grip.

"Yes" I hiss through my teeth as I move down his further and he groans and I curse as I start to move on his dick again, then slam myself down on it, his grip tightening even further and I moan, my eyes fluttering with pleasure as I fuck him faster again. 

"You're sure a whore for this dick baby" he groans. I whimper and my pussy clenches. I hated how much I liked him calling baby, because I knew I shouldn't. Letting myself admit there were any kind of feelings towards him, other than wanting to screw his dick for the rest of my life, was messy, and dangerous, and pointless. I didnt do feelings, period. So I definitely wasnt about to invovle them with my own cousin. 

"Your pussy is mine and you know it" he groans and then loosens his grip and gives my face a light slap. Much lighter than what I can handle , but it fucking excites me just the same and I grab his hair in my hands, pulling it as I crash my mouth to his and he groans loudly. Fuck him for knowing how to make me lose control, all the buttons to push, what to do and when. 

"You love my fucking cock in your pussy" he growls and bites me lip and I hiss, biting his right back and then he grabs my ass, and starts to thrust, meeting me as I come down, his hips driving upward and our mouths knock against one another as we still try to kiss while fucking one another rough and wildly. 

I let out a surprised scream as he slaps my ass hard as hell while also driving his hips upward violently, hitting me deep and then grabbing me, as if I'm his twig girlfriend, throwing me onto my back, manhandling me and pounding himself into me as I lift my legs around him , reach down and grab his ass and buck my hips up into him. 

The second rounds were always the fucking best. I'd teased him about being a two pump chump, we both knew he could fuck me till I passed out on most nights. However, he also could cum the second he fucking got inside me, and yeah,...it was a bit of a fucking ego boost for me. 

His one hand is braced on the couch, the arm of it above my head, the other hand back around my throat, gripping at the sides as I fuck back harder, pulling his cock into me with my hands gripping his ass. 

I curse up a fucking storm as my back arches and he impales me over and over, my tits bouncing on my chest, my breathing ragged and being restricted just the right amount, my head getting light and I pray he doesnt stop, pray he keeps going just like this, because I'm so close to cumming, so fucking close. 

"so...fuck-ing..hot" he growls as he looks down at me, punctuating his words with his rough thrusts, my pussy fucking soaked and he's making it feel like he's in my fucking stomach and I scream out, his hand releasing from my neck and slapping down over my breast hard and then grabbing it , squeezing my breast as I cum on his cock. 

"fucking cum on that dick" he growls at me as he keeps his pace, his force, all of it, so fucking perfect and I lose my fucking head, and I cant even fucking remember to breathe as I cum for him, my breath lost, my chest full of air and my body shaking. A second later the air releases as I scream out again and he grunts, pounding away relentlessly at my cunt, his cock wrecking me. 

"you hot fucking bitch" he grunts and then slows as my fucking legs quiver and my breath shakes and he leans down, kissing me with a deep groan as he slides his mouth to my neck and then to my ear, kissing me below it as his hips move slower. 

"you're not done cumming for me Beth" he tells me and I whimper, panting still, my back arching as I squirm beneath him. 

He thrusts harder again, picking his pace back up. 

"shit" I hiss as he chuckles against my ear, then lifts up, bracing himself with both hands and he grins down at me. 

His thrust are different now, and he's rutting against me, making sure his pelvis is pushing against mine, giving friction to my clit and my eyes roll back and I curse and moan and arch my back, my hands lifting, sliding around his forearms, his eyes on my tits as they move on my chest. 

"Fuck you look so good" he pants. 

"You're so fucking hot" he exhales and thrusts harder making me squeak and my back arches harder. 

"You're mine, you know that don't you?" he groans and I ignore him as I turn my head and moan with his thrusts.

"whether you want to admit it....or not....you're fucking mine" he says.

"you've always been mine...ever since we were kids Beth....i knew you were mine baby"

"Jeff" I whine. Wanting him to stop talking, wanting him to stop talking like that and just say something filthy or call me a fucking slut or something. 

"You can't admit it....but you know it's true....you know how it fucking feels when im inside you....you know how it feels when we're around each other....we're meant to be together...you know you're supposed to be mine Beth." he says ,grinding into me, bringing me into another climax as I cum hard and grab his forearms hard as I cry out and he leans down, still thrusting against me as he kisses me. Capturing my scream as he grunts, thrusting deep inside me and filling me with his cum , following me in my release. Our mouths both loud and hungry , our tongues wild as I whimper as my orgasm ebbs, and his hot low rumble as he thrusts the last of his cum into me. 

"fuck" he curses , hanging his head to the side, panting as he stills inside of me. 

"You know it's true" he breathes heavily.

I say nothing and then push at his chest and he groans, sliding out of me slowly and then moving, allowing me to sit up. 

"where are you going?" he asks as I stand. 

"Bathroom, one sec" I say, grabbing the blanket, hearing him huff as I cover myself to walk away from him and to the bathroom. 

I lock the door behind me. Sit on the toilet, allowing myself to pee and then clean myself up a bit, as I try to avoid the weight of words, refusing to even look at myself in the mirror as I wash my hands. I take my time, needing more than just a few minutes as I reign myself back in, gain my composure. 

When I finally open the door, he's right there, naked, and fucking hot as hell, with his hand on the door frame looking down at me. 

"You good?" he asks and I nod. 

"yeah, i'm fine." I say and then go to move past him. His hand grabs my side and I move again. 

"I said i'm fine." I say a little more defensively as I shove past him. 

I listen to him sigh, and then close the door as he takes his turn in the bathroom.

I grab my clothes off the floor and then walk to my bedroom, throwing my torn sleep tank in the trash, and my pants in the hamper. I get into bed, pulling my covers over me. 

A minute later I hear him walk out of the bathroom to the small living room, hear him grab his clothes and then his feet moving towards my bedroom.

"Beth?" he calls my name from where he stands in my doorway, my back is to him and I swallow. 

"Go home Jeff." I say with a sigh. 

"I want to stay." he says. 

"Go home." I repeat. I don't say it to be cruel, I say it to be realistic. He can't fucking crawl in my bed and cuddle me, then wake up and go home to his girlfriend. I don't want him to. Because it would just make it harder to deny that I want him, that I like when he fucking cuddles me, when he makes me kiss him, when he says sweet things to me, or for fucks sake, when he calls me babe and baby. 

"No." he says and I hear his pants and shirt drop to the floor and he strides the few feet to my bed and pulls the covers back and I say nothing as he slips into bed with me and slides his arm around me, pulling me into him, kissing my shoulder and I huff, forcing myself to pretend I don't want this. 

"You need to go home." I say softly. 

"Maybe I am home." he argues quietly and tugs me tighter to him, his words making my heart pinch in my chest. 

"Maybe you've always been my home." he whispers. I shake my head silently, not saying anything. Arguing with him was pointless. He was insistent and relentless to make me admit what we had was more than sex, whether I wanted there to be more or not. 

"Please don't talk." I say. Lacking my bitchy tone, because I wasnt trying to be a bitch right now. I seriously needed him to stop talking for sanity sake. 

"Okay." he whispers and kisses my shoulder again. 

I say nothing else. Neither does he. 

He falls asleep before I do. I'm pretty sure I lay there for hours before I'm able to successfully fall asleep.