We are never, ever, ever getting back together

We agree that I’ll stop by her place and pick up the rest of my stuff. Just some clothes, knick knacks and a tooth brush. This time it’s for good. Really.

She greets me at the door in pigtails and a thin sundress. Voice soft, eyes wide, arms twisting shyly behind her back. Twirling around on her toes like she’s got a secret she wants you to pry out of her. A true coquette. She looks so cute.

I should have prepared for this. Two weeks ago we agreed to take a “break” because I was too much a coward to break up with her outright. The distance has done me good. A weight has lifted off my chest. No more arguing, no more games…. The only thing I really missed was the sex.

And now she’s trying to drag me back in. Like a succubus. She’s in my space. Watching me pick up my stuff. Trying to corner me. Talking soft and gentle and sweet.

Emily is used to getting what she wants. Tall, thin, small breasts, monster ass and thighs. A southern belle, she’s got an innocent look that makes you want to save her from the world. Like she just got to Earth and you don’t want her to know about its ugliness.

The downside? Emily is fucking nuts. Just a month ago I watched her punch herself in the face, hard, while losing at Scrabble. Explanation given that she’s played more often and so she should be winning.

Suddenly, I find myself smoking cigarettes. What should be easy and fun is instead difficult and wrought. I am frequently cross questioned. Her jealousy is immense. God help me if text a friend who happens to be a girl. She’s going through my phone while I’m asleep like an undercover cop without a warrant.

“Who is mal? Have you fucked her? Do you want to?”

But, Emily has one trick up her sleeve… and it’s a really, really good one. Emily knows how to fuck better than anyone I’ve fucked before (or since).

Blowjobs with deep eye contact where it feels like she’s got a disease and she’s trying to suck out the cure. Cowgirl and reverse cowgirl. Begging and pleading for you to fuck her harder while you’re prying her legs apart with your arms. Whining to be filled with your cum.

Want to fuck in public? Emily is down. Want to try a facial? Just try not to get it in her eyes. Suck your cock in the changing room? Naturally. Want to finger fuck her in a crowded club in Brooklyn? All you had to do was ask. Want to try a threesome? As long as she gets to choose the girl. Horny on the plane? So is she; let’s see if we can get away with a handjob.

Emily looks like she’s going to end up as a trophy wife for a deeply religious, Texas oil billionaire but fucks like she’s trying out for the Olympic team.

She’s an immense amount of fun but is emotionally draining and so I’ve resolved to get out of this game before someone gets hurt.

But, like with any addiction, sometimes it takes a few false starts before you can really quit.

I have my things in my hands. We’re standing in her hallway, saying our goodbyes.

“You know, I never cheated on you.”

“Em. We’ve been together for only like nine months. That doesn’t feel like much of an achievement.”

“Yes. But I’m just saying…. And I haven’t been with anyone else since you wanted to take a break.”

She’s got her arms wrapped around my neck now, pulling me down into her. I’m trying—failing—to pull back.

“That’s nice, Em. Maybe you should go find a nicer guy than me. I don’t think I’m good for you.” I’m trying to get away but she’s got a grip on my neck and just looking at her there in pigtails, I feel my cock hardening in my jeans.

“Maybe I should. But, right now, I like you.” She’s leaning her whole body against me now. Her dress is so thin. I know she can feel my hardening bulge.

“And something tells me you like me, too,” she says as her small, soft hand cups my hardening cock through my pants.

“Aw fuck.” I’m not strong enough to pull away. Her hand feels good and it’s not like I’ve had any sex since we took our “break”. I let her cup and rub my cock. I feel her sinking down to her knees.

Her little fingers work through my zipper, her hands release the button of my jeans. She dips both hands into my underwear and gently, eagerly takes out my cock.

She’s stroking it like a cherished pet. One hand cupping balls and gently fondling them. The other stroking the meat of my cock towards her face.

“Oh I’ve missed this,” she says. “Have you missed this, too.”

“Em….”

“Tell me you’ve missed or I won’t take this fat cock in my mouth.”

Ok. Fine. You win.

“Ok. I’ve missed this you little slut,” I say as I use a thumb on her chin to open her jaw. “Now be a good girl and suck my cock.”

I gather her pigtails in my hands and pull her head toward my crotch. She dutifully complies and I feel her warm mouth envelop me. First just the head. Sucking it, swirling her tongue around the tip, licking the underside like a kitten with a dish of milk.

Emily doesn’t mess around. She knows how to suck a cock. I like the gentle teasing but, if I’m being honest, I prefer face fucking.

I take her firmly by the pigtails and slowly start to thrust my hips as I hold her head in place. She opens her mouth as wide as she can. Emily’s only limit is that her mouth is pretty small and so she’s not really able to deep throat. On her best day, she can take half my cock.

But she makes up for it with enthusiasm and willingness to walk around with a sore throat for a few days.

I’ve built up a rhythm now and am thrusting more than half my cock in her mouth. I can feel my head bump against the back of her throat. I can feel the twitch of her muscles as she tries to swallow me. The familiar sounds of a rough, sloppy blowjob fill her small, East Village studio. I love listening to her struggle and gag. Maybe there’s something wrong with me.

I want more. I want every inch of myself inside her. I want to be able to fuck her brutally. And there’s only one way to do that.

“Stand-up, slut.” She does as she’s told. Her face is a mess. She’s drooled onto her dress. She already looks like a fucked-out whore and we’re just getting started. It would be a shame not to finish the job.

I turn her around, put a hand on the small of her back to have her bend over slightly and flip up her skirt.

“No panties, Em? I guess you had a plan you whore.”

“Would you love me if I didn’t?”

“Fair.”

I line up my cock, feel her soaked little pussy split slightly as my head finds its home. I pause for a beat. I like making her wait.

“Do you want my cock?”

“Fuck. Yes, I do.”

“Do you need my cock?”

“I do. I need you to split me open, baby. I need your cum dripping down my leg all day. I need to make sure those big balls are empty.”

I thrust the length of my cock inside her in one go.

Em moans and writhes.

That’s better. My cock is buried inside her now. All the way down to the balls. It just feels so much more satisfactory than a blowjob, having your whole cock enveloped in a hot, tight, wet hole.

We don’t waste any more time with niceties. I’m thrusting inside her. Hands gripping her hips, occasionally slapping her jiggling ass for effect. Trying to fuck her right through the dry wall. Trying to fuck her into the next apartment over.

Like a horny Kool-aid man.

She’s pressed against the wall now. One hand steadying herself. Her other hand reaching between her legs and cupping my balls. Holding them close to her, just like she knows I like.

My cock is rigid, pulsing and tense. I’m not going to last long. Neither is she.

My hand reaches around and finds her clit.

“You’re going to cum for me. You’re going to cum on my cock. You’re going to cum on my cock and no one else’s, you little slut.”

“Yes. Yes. This pussy is yours. Make me cum with that big fat cock. Stretch me out and fill me up.”

Emily knows how to dirty talk. So do I. My fingers are rubbing her clit. I feel her pussy start to twitch around my cock. I’m going to make this girl cum.

“Cum for me like the little slut I know you are. Cum for me like I own your wet, little pussy.”

Emily was always good at doing what she was told. I feel her whole body tense, her back arches up, she’s moaning, flexing. She’s cumming on my cock. Her pussy is soaking wet for me.

Emily lets out a long grunt as her orgasm washes over her. I pause the thrusting to let her enjoy it.

She’s panting now. Basking in the post-orgasmic glow.

“I knew you didn’t really want to break up. I knew you’d miss me.”

“Maybe.”

“But I need one more thing. I need you to fill me up with that cum. I want to feel it leaking out of me all day.”

I don’t need being told. I’m close enough as it is.

I pick up the fucking again. My hips are slamming into her, my cock rearranging her insides. The fucking is brutal, fast and hard. Her face is pressed against the wall.

“Take it you little slut!” I pass the point of no return. My balls are tight. My cock feels almost painfully hard. I lose all decorum. I’m cumming. I’m emptying my balls inside her one more time. Filling her pussy with my seed. Thank god she’s still on birth control… I hope.

I finally come down. The enormity of my failure hits me immediately and hard. We’re right back to where we were. I’m still in it. I didn’t even check if she was still taking the pill.

My softening cock falls out of her followed by a trail of gooey cum.

“How about I suck your cock again to clean you off and then we can get lunch.”

I guess dating Emily isn’t so bad. What’s the worst that could happen?

“Ok,” I say as she drops to her knees to clean my cock with her soft, pink tongue. Maybe I could get used to this.