Carissa's Witty Return

I never expected to run into Carissa at the upscale bar downtown, but there she was, leaning against the counter with that same confident smirk. My ex-girlfriend, the one who had left me breathless and wanting more years ago. She spotted me immediately, her eyes lighting up with sharp recognition. "Well, if it isn't my favorite mistake," she said, sauntering over. Her voice was laced with wit, and she didn't miss a beat. "Still staring like you want to devour me?"

I chuckled, buying her a drink as we slipped into easy conversation. The tension built quickly with every sarcastic jab. "You always did talk big, Carissa," I replied. "But we both know who left who wanting." She laughed, leaning in close, her breath warm on my ear. "Oh please, you loved how I took charge. Remember how I'd ride you until you begged?" Her words sent heat through me, and I felt myself getting hard just from the memory and her presence.

We moved to a quieter corner, the air thick with unspoken desire. Carissa's hand brushed my thigh, deliberate and teasing. "You're sweating already," she noted with a grin. "Horny much?" I shot back, "Only because your pussy was always so wet and dripping for me." She raised an eyebrow, strong and unyielding. "Talk like that and I might just let you prove it again. But don't think I'm submissive—I'm the one calling shots tonight."

The banter escalated as we finished our drinks and headed to my nearby apartment. Once inside, clothes came off in a rush of panting breaths. Carissa pushed me onto the bed, straddling me with her ass grinding against my hard cock. "Look at you, already throbbing," she teased, gripping me firmly. "Want a blowjob first? Or are you too eager to fuck my pussy?" I groaned, hands on her hips. "Both, but let's see that dripping wet pussy first."

She lowered herself, taking my cock into her mouth for a slow, expert blowjob that had me panting. Her tongue worked magic, and I could feel the precum mixing with her saliva. "Fuck, Carissa, you're too good at this," I said between moans. She pulled off, smirking. "That's because I'm strong enough to know what I want. Now, fuck me properly." She positioned herself, sliding down onto my hard length, her pussy tight and wet, dripping with arousal.

We moved together in rhythm, her riding me with powerful thrusts. Sweat beaded on our skin as she ground her ass against me, taking every inch. "Harder," she demanded, her voice sharp and witty even now. "Don't hold back like you used to." I flipped her gently, pounding into her from behind, watching her ass bounce. She came first, her pussy clenching around me, juices dripping down my thighs. "Yes, just like that!" she cried out.

I followed soon after, cumming deep inside her with a guttural groan, our bodies slick and spent. Carissa collapsed beside me, laughing breathlessly. "Not bad for round one, ex. But you know this isn't over." She traced a finger down my chest, eyes gleaming with promise. The night had only just begun, and her strength kept the fire alive.

As we lay there recovering, the witty dialogue continued softly. "Think you can handle more chapters of this slutty ex?" she asked playfully. I nodded, already horny again at the thought. The air was electric, hinting at deeper explorations ahead.