Creative Writing: Neil Perry's Poem

“Yes understood”

Before I stand, I lean over and take the head of his hard dick in my mouth and gently lick the moisture off the tip. I run my tongue around the edge of the head. Damn I would love to suck him until he is moaning my name but he has to be punished for being impatient. By the sharp intake when I licked the head of his dick, I can tell Neil is so close. That means he’s going to fuck me hard with the hopes he can make me cum fast. I lick the moister from the tip and stand to face him. I turn around and lean my upper body on the bed so my ass is in the air. I feel Neil move up behind me. He uses his legs to spread my legs wider apart. I feel the head of is cock pushing against my already swollen and sensitive entrance.

Neil begins moving in and out hard and fast. “Neil, I knew your cock would feel so good. Harder. Faster, Come on give it to me.” My commands are driving Neil crazy. I hear him moan and grunt with each command I give. He’s banging into me so hard it feels like the tip of his dick is hitting my stomach. He’s hitting my G-spot so hard that I feel my orgasm building but I can also feel the release of warm pre-cum. “Remember you can’t cum till I do.” I tell Neil over my shoulder. I hear Neil growl at me and I begin to laugh. Before I realize what Neil’s doing, he takes his finger and begins to massage my asshole. The sensation from this sends me closer to my third orgasm of the morning. Between the feel of Neil’s cock hitting hard and his fingers playing with my asshole, I can’t hold off my orgasm any longer. I feel myself cum again. I release a soft moan of pleasure as I feel Neil ram into me one more time as he finds his release. I hear him moan as he continues the push in and out as he rides his orgasm. Neil leans over and kisses me between the

Hope you have a wonderful day.”

“You too Ms. Simmons.”

I step out the front door of the apartment building and see Jacob leaning against the car. It’s a little chilly this morning. Early spring in New York is still a little cool, so I’m glad that I choose a sweater dress. When Jacob sees me walk out the entrance he walks over and takes my briefcase from me.

“Good morning Alexis.” He says as he opens the car door for me to get in. Jacob was my dad’s driver for years and now he drives me. Jacob is a very handsome older man with graying hair. He actually watched me grow up since he was my dad’s driver for so long. To say he’s the closest thing I have left to a father figure would be a correct assessment. When I get closer he gives me a quick kiss on the cheek and helps me into the car.

“Good morning Jacob. Sorry to make you wait so long.” I tell him as he hands the briefcase back.

“No problem my dear, it’s a beautiful morning and I was able to enjoy it.” Jacob replies with a smile as he shuts my