#2spooky

     Upon hearing her whimpers grow louder, he let his thrusts carry on quicker, ramming his dick into her in the most loving sense of the word. Miles let out a series of short pants and gasps as she came, her walls tightening around him, causing a stream of white to pulsate out of his cock and a moan glittered with her name leaving his lips. A few more slow pumps in and out of her wetness ensued, before he rolled off of her and tied off the condom, throwing it in the small garbage can Gloria had next to her bed. He plopped next to her, breathing heavy as he looked over her exhausted frame. “You’re beautiful you know...”

     Miles panted a bit, now letting his soft and slow thrusts gradually turn more sloppy and haphazard, the feeling in his stomach starting to pool up as he locked eyes with Gloria, feeling her squeeze his hand. “Gloria I-I’m close” he mumbled, a bit embarrassed at how quick he felt like he may be finishing. He wished he could last longer, hell, he just wished this didn’t have to end... It was so intimate and so somehow loving. Sweat beads veiled on his forehead as he moved. She is gorgeous...

     Letting out a soft whine, Miles steadied his pace to be a bit faster, but not quite too fast. He let his cock slide all the way in before coming out, making sure to attempt to pleasure Gloria to the best of his ability, after all, all he really wanted was for her to be happy. “G-gloria...” a soft moan escaped his throat through the kiss, a hand moving to grip her rib area, the other sliding up to reach her hand, interlocking their fingers as he let his body rock to the rhythm that felt right.

     Feeling himself enter her, he let out an exhale of pleasure, listening to her words and letting his entire body consume itself in warmth and happiness. Seeing her smile, seeing her enjoying just him, made Miles feel like all of this was meant to happen, by some stroke of chance or luck. He nodded slowly, pressing their lips together as he pushed his member inside of her wetness, coming out slowly and moving back in again. After all, he didn’t want to hurt her somehow, waiting for some cue that she was okay or that she wanted more before quickening his pace. “Like this, baby?”

     Cracking a small, sweet smile, Miles took the packaged condom into his fingers, stepping off of the bed for just a moment to send his jeans to the floor, along with his plaid boxers, mildly surprised they hadn’t slipped off sooner. His erection sprang free, and he re-assumed the position atop the girl, straddling her for a short time to break open the wrapper and slide the grey-toned rubber onto his dick, soon after moving back down to kiss her. A hand slipped down to her breast, thumb stroking over it gently, before he positioned himself to enter her. “A-are you sure, Globug? We can stop now if you don’t want to...” he chimed quietly, shyly, reverting back to his former Miles-like mindset.

     Miles’ breath hitched at the sudden reminder of his name. For the past 20 minutes, this had all been an act, a horny act of impulsion, but now it felt... Oddly more real. It felt more real now that Gloria had uttered his name, praising him for the job he was, apparently, doing well. He could feel his heart swell slightly, fighting back a slight smile that tugged lightly at the edge of his lips. Attempting not to break the mood, he still kissed at her thighs, kissing back up her soft and pale skin. As he made his way up, he kissed her on the lips gingerly, before brushing back a piece of hair that laid in her face. “Can I...?” he whispered, letting his eyes graze her face, before meeting with hers in an embarrassed rendezvous. 

     Miles felt the bulge in his pants grow, knowing now his raging erection probably couldn’t get any harder. Flicking his tongue and hearing her whines, he fought back urge to completely turn into a heathen and fuck her senseless then and there. Of course, he was more polite than that, and admittedly, he was having fun teasing her. He never would have expected to be doing this with his Wednesday night. Feeling her hands in his hair, feeling her clit against his tongue, he could not believe this was happening. Reaching his head back, he started kissing at her inner thighs, maybe dangerously close to where he was just pleasuring her. “Am I doing a good job, babygirl?”

     Miles let his finger slide over her wetness, gliding his middle finger back and forth as she squirmed under him. Taking his hand from her underwear, he kissed her lips, down to her jaw and neck and collarbones. He kissed over her breasts and down to her stomach, lingering once he reached the border where her pantyline reached her skin. Looking up at her, he let his eyes smolder, savoring the whines she would make, before he slid the thin fabric down her thighs, letting them fall to the floor. Miles moved in on her, spreading her milky colored legs apart, letting his tongue drift to where his finger once was, starting to lick stripes up and down her clit. 

   Miles managed to throw his own shirt off between their kiss, breaking it every so often to let a few noises escape. Moving his arms under her legs, he wobbled up, now carrying her, grabbing his wallet and shoving it in his pocket before walking them both to her bedroom. The boy plopped Gloria onto her bed, again assuming a position on top of her and letting his hand wander down her stomach and hips before it reached its way into her panties, a finger moving to stroke at her clit. “Does that feel good, baby girl? Do you like it when daddy does that?”