1 comments/ 31637 views/ 1 favorites A Vacation Ch. 01 By: ReverentMantra It was still mostly dark in the guest room when he woke up, and that coupled with the last clinging feelings of fatigue resulted in a brief moment of confused panic. No, he knew where he was. And he had to go to the bathroom. He stood, and in his boxers snuck through the hall to the bathroom. Cool, he had remembered where it was. He did his thing, washed his hands, and stepped back into the hallway ready to catch a few more winks before morning caught up with him. But something gave him pause. He stood, frozen in the hallway with one hand still on the door knob, as he strained his ears to catch the sound he thought he had heard. There it was the unmistakable electric hum and the tiniest gasp he had ever heard. Now he was intrigued. Turning around, he crept towards the source of the sound. He was already getting hard, just from the thought that she might be doing what he thought she was, and as he neared the sound, his hear thrummed in his chest. After a moment of hesitation he peeked and saw her sitting on the couch in her pajamas. He had always found her to be pretty, with long black hair and dark eyes that you could fall into, but until recently that's all she had ever been. His pretty, but entirely unavailable, friend. Recently, though she remained pretty and unavailable, there had been added to the mix a certain sexuality that seemed to inspire in both of them an unquenchable thirst. Or perhaps the thirst had been there always, but they had only just discovered a harmless and mostly innocent way to quench it. Whatever the case, he saw her now with the strap and neckline of her white tank-top stretched down, exposing her breast. They weren't large, but as the purple head of her plastic toy buzzed the pink nipple into stiffness, he envied the vibrator and the growing tent in the front of his underwear. When she turned the toy off and stood up, he felt a sudden surge of panic. She was finished? Was she going to come this way? He had missed it? But then her fingers gripped the waistband of those baggy cotton pants and pulled them down. He watched in rapt fascination as she bent over to pull them off her feet. His teeth tugged his lower lip between them as that pale round ass was displayed to him, complete with the faintest sight of her sex peeking out between her thighs. Then she stood and reclined a little on the couch, with her legs open, but her back to him. With some shock he realized his own hand had crept into his shorts and curled around his stiff arousal. This was too far, her husband was gone... but his girlfriend was still asleep in the guest room. He should go back to bed, and use what he had seen here to get himself off in the shower later, or to imagine the next time he convinced his girlfriend to have sex with him. That's what he should have done. But it isn't what he did. The airy moan that slipped from her mouth as he was making up his mind to leave destroyed his resolve, and though he couldn't see just what she was doing with that humming toy, he stayed and watched her do it. For a couple of minutes, he was content to stroke himself with her, his cock twitching in his hand every time he heard her make a sound. But lust had made him bold, and he had to see what he was missing. With his erection in his hand, stroking lightly, he snuck over to the couch, and peered down at her. Her eyes were closed in ecstasy, and her hips lifted sporadically to grind the firm nub of her clit against the vibrating tip of her toy dick. The other hand trailed over her throat, and across her breast, then down the white plain of her stomach to her toy. She cooed as both hands worked at her, and before he could stop himself he echoed her with a small grunt of appreciation. Her eyes snapped open, and his face whirled to meet hers. There was no way for him to get out of this now... he was fucked. But she just smiled faintly at him, and lifted her hips again, this time to slip the rubber dick into her wet cunny. Her eyes flickered to his stroking hand and then back to his eyes. She squirmed a little and all she said was, "Mmm." Taking the gesture for encouragement, he reached out his free hand, and ran his fingertips over the flesh of her breast, capturing the pink nipple between his thumb and index finger, he gently pinched and squeezed. "Ooo." Another noise came from her at his touch, and she brought one hand away from herself to beckon at him with one, moist finger, when he didn't understand the hand moved to his thigh, scratching lightly with her nails, before she pushed his hand away. Then, those fingers curled around his shaft and she gently tugged him towards her, lifting her head to send the tip of her pink tongue forth. The warm, wet, muscle barely flicked against the very tip of his cock. It was just enough to make his legs quiver as she placed a soft, suckling kiss to the head of him. And as her tongue coated the rigid staff with saliva, he reached back to her breasts squeezing and kneading with one hand even as the other combed through her long dark hair. She continued to work the vibrator in and out, even as she sucked at him. "Shhiit." He hissed as his cock disappeared between her lips, being engulfed in the hot, wet cavern of her mouth he closed his eyes with the realization that it was indeed every bit as good as he had imagined it in his shower at home. But it wasn't what he was after. She bobbed her head for a moment more, and his hand moved from her hair to lightly stroke her cheek. "Can I..." She rolled her eyes up to his with a questioning look, but the tightness of her lips, and the suction applied to his arousal had stolen his ability to speak, and so with some reluctance on both sides, she pulled him from her mouth with a soft pop and licked her lips. "Can you what?" She teased. "I...I want you." He stammered through nervousness and lust. It was breaking so many rules, and crossing so many lines he swore he would never cross, he knew she had the same qualms, but at the moment, it just seemed right. She stood up, and for a moment, he thought he had crossed the line, but she just pressed her body against his, pressing his hard cock against her soft thigh as she whispered in his ear. "Then take me." That was all he needed. Like a man possessed he turned her then, and tossed her over the back of the couch sideways. Her chest squished against the upholstery, the rounded corner pressed firmly against that soft triangle of flesh above her slit, and her ass and thighs displayed just as they had been when she took off her pants. He drank in the sight of her, and though she immediately parted her thighs to offer herself to him, he still cupped her pussy in his palm to feel her wetness. She whimpered when she realized it was his hand touching her, and not what she wanted, and so he replaced his fingers with the velvety head of his arousal. He rubbed himself against the outside of her sex, coating himself in her freely flowing juices, and leaving on her skin the bead of precum that clung to the swollen head of his cock. Then he took her, forcefully, roughly shoving his hips against her until their skin met, his sparse tuft of coarse her against her ass and his balls against her thighs. He rested there for a moment, his hands kneading and squeezing the fleshy cheeks he pressed against. And then he laid his hands on the small of her back, and slid his cock out, only to thrust it back in just as quickly, there was no build up, no slow start. There were only his hands, grasping her by the hips, and his hips driving his rock hard cock into her wet, velvet heaven. Soon he was panting as he pistoned, the short ragged breaths mingling with the lewd slapping of their skin. Her quiet grunts and softer moans rose to meet the light groans and whispered curses of the man behind her. He held her hips so tight as he fucked her that he knew there would be fingerprints, maybe even bruises when they were finished, but as that thin sheen of perspiration built up between their bodies, he didn't care. He needed to be deeper, quicker, harder .That most base of animal urges possessed him, as it possessed her, and where once there had been moans and words of encouragement now there were only growls and grunts, and the occasional primeval sound of pleasure that pushed both of them towards the pinnacle of ecstasy. She reached it first, gasping and burying her face in the upholstery to muffle the loudness of her cries. Her muscles clenched around his roughly driving shaft, her body quivered and her legs shook until she collapsed, supporting all of her weight on the couch. Now she was simply letting herself be pummeled by the gasping, grasping, sweating man behind her, whose groans finally came to a head as he bent over her, pressing his inflamed chest against her hot back, simply too exhausted from the pursuit to keep himself supported as the final thrust planted his cock in her up to the base. He spasmed and jerked as he emptied his seed in her belly. The groan that voiced his climax was hoarse and broken by gasps, even muffled as it was by his lips pressed against the lightly perspiring skin of her back. His breath was hot, but so was the flood of his sticky gift inside her. And then with one more thrust, just for good measure, he rested atop her. There was very little time to bask in the afterglow, as the pair caught their breath, heaving lightly against each other, with his softening member resting against her thighs and her wetness pressed against the couch, they knew there would be a disgusting mess, and he could feel the moisture coating her thighs even as she felt it flowing from her. Then the guest room door creaked open, and it was over. The bathroom door closed and he grabbed his boxers, darting into the guest room, leaving her to clean up the signs of their tryst. But that morning at breakfast, there was the knowing grin, the slight blush, and though it was likely to never happen again once he went back home, there was no awkwardness and no regret. A Vacation Ch. 02 How had it happened that he was the only person here? His two hosts were at work, and his two companions had decided to go hunting for souvenirs? Had that been it? They had all left early that morning while he was sleeping off the better part of his hangover. Had he really drank that much? He laughed silently to himself upon realizing that he had indeed, and that he had gone on to have an incredible night of drunken shenanigans with his assembled friends. His thoughts drifted to that one friend, who had once been something more. He found it odd that he still thought about her, even after she had made it clear through inaction that she didn't think about him. But there was still that feeling, that feeling that, maybe she did. Maybe when she was alone she thought back to those nights where he had told her all of the wicked things he would do to her when they were finally together. How he had dreamed of pushing her into an airport bathroom as soon as she stepped off the plane. Maybe she thought about how he had promised to bury his sticky hot seed in her, and how he had groaned and grunted as those ropes of torrid semen shot into his hand in his backyard. Maybe. If he still thought about the symphony of delighted moans that tumbled from her plush lips as she pushed herself to orgasm after orgasm, eight times one night, then maybe she still thought about him... Two realizations struck him in that same instant. The first was that the front door was opening, which normally would not have been an issue except for the second realization. He had unzipped his jeans and was fishing out the growing erection he had found there. He quickly fought to hide it, tucking himself away, but lacking the time to zip his fly he just leaned forward, hoping it would go away and no one would notice his unzipped zipper. Then she came in, and he felt the nervous fear of being caught slip away, to be replaced by a different sort of nervousness. Yesterday he had caught her playing with herself, caught her making those self-induced sounds of pleasure. And instead of leaving, instead of retreating to the sanctity of the guest room, he had joined her. She had taken him into her mouth, and into her body, and left him a weakened, sweaty heap as he wandered to the shower. Today she was all dolled up for work in a pretty dress that showed off enough skin to be appealing, but not enough to be revealing. Her hair was arrayed in bouncy curls and she grinned at him as she set down her purse and wandered into the kitchen. "How's your head?" She asked as she filled a glass with water. "It's okay..." He leaned back against the couch, tilting his head to peer at her. He thought about asking if she would get him a glass, and then decided not to. He turned his head then, looking at the floor as his arm draped itself over the back of the couch. "Good." She laughed as she came back into the room, setting her water on the table. "You were pretty out of it last night..." "Yeah..." He laughed softly and shrugged his shoulders. "What can you do?" "Hmm." She agreed before moving to sit in his lap. Momentarily shocked by the action, he opened his mouth... perhaps to protest? But no sound came forth as she leaned her back against his chest. "I can think of some things." "Hangover cures?" He joked, trying to win this newest bout with his nerves. "Better." She said against his temple, her lips barely brushing the skin. "Mm... I like that idea..." He mumbled back to her, his hand stealing to her knee. "Do you?" She asked coyly, running her fingers over the fingers he had placed against her skin. "I do..." He answered, those fingers sliding toward her waist, gathering the fabric of her dress as they did, he relished the smooth feeling of her thighs. "A lot." "Mm..." Was the only reply. The one hand continued on its slow, meandering path towards her hips, while the other reached up, brushing a few errant curls away to clear a place for him. He kissed her shoulder first, and then her neck, briefly sucking at the tender flesh with each momentary touch of his lips. That hand continued, its questing digits joining those of its partner to push the rest of her dress up, revealing a naughty triangle of black, satiny fabric. The fact that she had worn sexy underwear to work offered a momentary thrill. She had been thinking of this, hadn't she? Her breath caught in her throat as the unexpected touch of his fingers through her panties sent a thrill through her. A tiny giggle escaped her as she regained her composure. With two fingers moving upward, he pressed the fabric between her lips, seeking to coax that moisture out of her. Then they hit her waistband. All four of his fingertips peeked under the elastic, separating as they sought out her secrets, each of her lips receiving the caress of two fingers. His palm rested against the smooth triangle of skin where her pubic hair should've been, another momentary thrill shot through him. He had forgotten that. Though he was reluctant to do so, he carefully extracted himself from beneath her, offering a coy smile to her sullen pout. "Where are you going?" She asked with a frown. "Nowhere." He answered gently as he sank to his knees on the floor. His hands slid over her calves and over her thighs again, this time hooking the tiny string that held her panties together to yank them down. She lifted her hips to help him, and he smiled at her. With that obstruction gone, he took hold of her knees and pulled them apart as wide was they would go, brazenly exposing her to his hungry eyes. He held onto them, placing his first kiss just above his fingers, a second hit her and then a third. She could feel his hot breath against her inner thigh as his hands pushed at her knees. "Wider..." He urged, that same moist breath hitting her between the legs this time. He was teasing her. Taunting her. And she whimpered quietly as she tried to accommodate him, scooting down against the couch, her thighs spreading just a little more. He cooed as she obeyed. "Good girl..." He kissed the blank space above her lips, allowing the tip of his tongue to trail downward, stopping abruptly when it go to close to the place she wanted it. Her hips pressed forward, seeking fulfillment, and with little reluctance, he gave in. His eyes rolled upwards to meet hers, and the light lick that dragged his tongue along the crevice of her lips hardly matched the lust burning in his eyes. She groaned softly at the touch, and her hips tilted again. His tongue met the rosy bud of her clit, and circled it, coating her skin with saliva. No longer teasing, he repeated the gesture, a long slow stroke of his tongue ending in a gentle flicker. She shuddered at that brush with pleasure, and he took it as encouragement. His lips captured the hard pink bud, transporting her to a world of soft, warm suction and precise flicks of his skilled tongue. Her hands moved through his hair, not so much petting as combing and grasping, guiding him towards her climax. Her breathing grew heavy, and her toes started to curl as his relentless assault continued. Her hips bucked lightly and her thighs closed around him, but he reached up and pressed them apart again, holding her thighs wide open as he assailed her wet cunny. That action, in its simplicity, pushed her over the edge. She moaned loudly as her hips continued to buck, grinding her wetness against his chin and the mound above pressing to his nose. Her fingers grasped his hair until he felt the barest hints of pain, but he continued. Sucking, licking, painting meaningless designs across the skin of her clit as her whole body quaked with climax. Long moments passed, and she lay against the couch, trying to regain her breath. He grinned at her, his mouth glistening and placed a kiss against her thigh. "Uno mas?" He teased, a twinge of merriment mixing with the wanton desire in his eyes. "...No..." She managed, swallowing hard as she lifted her hand to beckon him towards her. He stood, and she leaned forward. Carelessly undoing his belt, and popping the button away, she was far more careful tugging them down around his ankles, but in her haste she pulled his boxers with them, and his arousal was revealed to her, bobbing proudly in front of him. She grasped the swollen shaft, and brought the spongy head to her lips offering a gentle kiss that sucked away the glob of precum that had been clinging to him. She licked her lips and met his gaze before sending that first hesitant lick around the crown of his cock. Her tongue ran down the shaft then, leaving a swath of spit from engorged tip to rock hard base. "Ungh...fuck..." His voice had taken on a gravelly, animalistic quality as the taste of her climax and the smell of sex seeped into his brain. Now it was his turn to pet her, running his fingers through her hair as she bobbed gracefully upon his dick. She moaned then, vibrating around him as that sound mingled with his groan and the unmistakable smacking of broken suction as she worked the erection in her mouth. His hips twitched, and his breath caught in his throat, and with some reluctance he added hoarsely, "St-stop..." To spite him, she gave him one more lick; his urgency having rekindled the blaze of her own passions she leaned back against the couch and lifted her legs, placing her heels at the edge of the cushions which placed her moist arousal on display. Seeing his chance to fulfill the building ache in his body, he knelt before her again. This time, however, it was the swollen tip of his cock that met her, not the pointed tip of his tongue. He pushed against her, not to enter her, but just to barely cover his helmet with her lips, and then pushed upward, dragging himself along the length of her pussy and over the hard nub of her clit. She cooed at the teasing, and he guided himself back down through the same channel. Then he entered her... pushing the head of his cock past her lips... closing his eyes as he felt the smooth heat around him... and then he stopped. He pulled himself from her and repeated the process, this time eliciting a growl of frustration to which he licked his lips and replaced his head inside her. "No..." She whimpered lifting her hips to take a little more of him into her. Pleading she looked into his eyes and gasped, "More." He obliged her, driving into her, withdrawing nearly all the way and slamming back against her. She hooked her hands under her knees to help hold her legs up and open as he grabbed her by the hips to steady his deep quick thrusts. She watched him as he pistoned in an out of her, marveling at how it looked to see his hard cock vanish into her soft wetness only to re-emerge and disappear again. He plunged into her, stabbing at her core, and she moaned, gasping at the feeling of him so deep inside her, cooing at the sensations building in the pit of her stomach. His hands slid over her thighs and over her hands to replace them. With her knees bent over his hands he continued to fuck her, panting as the moments stretched on, as ecstasy piled on top of ecstasy. Her hands slid across his hips, her nails digging into his flesh, spurring him to harder, faster thrusts until all at once at a great cry tore from his throat and his body shuddered. His cock twitched in side her, once. Twice. Three times. Each jerk shooting a torrent of heat into her womb. The orgasm broke his rhythm, and though he attempted to keep his wobbly body thrusting into her, it was the thought of being filled with the product of his lust that pushed her into a second orgasm. Her nails left deep marks in his hips as she clung to him, each spasmodic clench of her body around his shaft punctuated by a throaty, all-too-feminine groan. "Fuck..." He mumbled as they both came down, and he moved to collapse on the couch, his softening member resting against his thigh. "Mm..." She echoed his sentiment, leaning her head back to stare at the ceiling before she rested her head against his arm for a few minutes. Then, with some reluctance, she got up and moved towards the shower, and he got dressed again, having banished all depressing thoughts of his absent friend. A Vacation Ch. 03 That night they had had their traditional meal as prepared by that friend who was enrolled in Chef school. It had been delicious, though none of them could really admire the finer parts of culinary theory that went into the creation of his masterpiece dishes. But though there was no stunning criticisms or complements on textures and genius, there was no scrap of food left uneaten, and there was no better compliment for a cook. They had watched movies. And he had watched her snuggled under the arm of her husband even as his friend, who had once been something more, but was now something less... had moved against him. He indulged her, glad for the contact, especially when he had never quite made it past what happened between them. But he was distracted. Sitting on that spot on the couch where both of his illicit trysts had occurred. She didn't seem to be thinking about it as he watched her, but he was. He couldn't over how sexy she had been with his cock in her mouth, or her skin against his skin, or her taste on his lips. Idly, he lifted his hand to touch his lips, remembering all of the places they had been that day. But in the end, the movie credits rolled and one by one they moved off to bed. He lay awake for a while, listening to his former girlfriend sleeping on the futon beside him, it was his turn on the floor. Then he heard something else, the slightest, faintest hint of a moan that he had ever heard, but after hearing them for the past two days... he couldn't mistake it. Hoping to catch her in the act again, he moved towards the source of the sound, realizing with a twinge of excitement that it was coming from her bedroom, and the door was open just a tiny crack. He grinned at that, she had left it open on purpose, so that he would be able to watch. And he had every intention of doing just that. Pressing his eye to the crack he peered into the room, and saw them. She was on her hands and knees with his cock poised at her entrance. But he wasn't moving, instead, he allowed her hips to work at him, taking him in, pulling away. They were quiet, far quieter than usual, he was no stranger to listening to them, but this was new. He bit his lower lip as he watched that dark cock vanish into her pale body, engulfed by that same warmth that he had felt a few hours earlier. Normally, seeing something like this would have brought jealousy to the forefront of his emotions. He was a Scorpio, possessive and jealous and intense... but also sexual. And she wasn't his to possess, so watching her have sex with her husband served only to stir his cock into arousal. He reached down to stroke himself, sliding his hand over his turgid flesh as he watched the couple fucking in their bed. His eyes were glued to her hips as her back arched and bowed, each movement swallowing her husband's cock. She swished her hips in a circular motion, letting her head rest on her forearms to muffle her moan. When she arched the other way, he popped all the way only to be swallowed back up. He stroked himself quickly, not wanting to get caught. It was hard not to make noise, and a gasp nearly escaped when he watched the husband grab her hips and turn her over onto her back. She lifted her knees up, bringing her thighs perpendicular to the bed and her calves parallel to it. Her husband settled between her thighs, his hands gripping her hips as they began to pump. She gasped, her tongue sliding over her lips, her hands creeping over his back to hang onto his ass as it flexed with each driving thrust. Her head fell back against the pillow, and tilted, she was looking to see if he had found her invitation, and she smiled lightly seeing that he had. He continued to stroke even as he was discovered, but he made no acknowledgement of her. He pulled the skin up around the head of him, and pulled it back down around the shaft with each thrust of his fist, and she watched him, moaning softly as her orgasm snuck up on her. "Oh.... Oh fuck...." She whimpered as the thought of his eyes on her as she was ravaged by her husband carried her over the edge. Her words triggered his own orgasm, but in his head he was buried deep inside her, not shooting ropes of sticky white all over her wall. He waited for them both to come down before he stole away to the guest room. He laid there for a long time, replaying the scene in his head, remembering every little detail. Until finally... he fell asleep. The next morning he awoke to the smell of French toast, and he climbed off the floor and stumbled into the kitchen. He reached up to rub his head, confused that there was no one around, only her, flipping French toast in the kitchen. "Where is everyone?" "Disneyland. We were all going to go, but I didn't really feel like it, and you said you didn't want to." "Yeah, I'm not a fan... moral reasons." He laughed and moved towards the couch. "Disneyland. That was funny." "Its true!" She laughed as she came in with two plates and sat down. He took a careful bite and grinned. "So... that was quite a show last night." He said after he'd swallowed. "Yeah?" She laughed and popped a bite of french toast into her mouth. He watched her gather a little spot of syrup that had fallen onto her lip and turned to concentrate on his food. "Yeah... I couldn't get it out of my head, and it took me forever to finally fall asleep." He admitted a little shyly. "Mm... me too." She set down her fork, and turned towards him. She had been sitting on the floor with her legs under the table and now she turned so that she was kneeling at his feet. He looked down at her, and felt a twitch in his shorts. She wasn't even doing anything, but there was a look in her eyes. "I came so hard watching you play with yourself outside the door... it was crazy." "Yeah it was..." He continued to watch her as her hands slid over his legs and then the crotch of his shorts, she rubbed there, smiling as he responded to the touch. Growing firmer until his erection tented the cotton fabric. "I was wondering what it would've been like to suck you while he fucked me..." She licked her lips as her hands slid back down his legs towards his knees. "Really?" He asked shifting his hips a little. "Mmhm..." She leaned forward and kissed his straining cock through the fabric before hooking her fingers in his waistband to pull down his shorts. "God..." He whispered, lifting his hips to help her slide his shorts down over his thighs. His erection sprang up, standing firmly between his legs as she abandoned his shorts at his ankles. "Hm." She smirked at him, repositioning herself at an angle that was better suited to taking the head of his cock into her mouth. He reached down, fondling her breast through the fabric of her shirt with one hand while the other moved through her hair. "Mmm..." His eyes closed as her soft, warm mouth enveloped the spongy tip of his arousal. She watched him as his head fell back against the couch. Her mouth worked at that first inch for what seemed like an eternity. A gentle sucking kiss, the tip of her tongue gliding around the ridge of his crown, and up over the cleft on the underside before she sucked again. He groaned and lifted his hips in an attempt to push more of his girth between her lips, but her hand curled around his shaft and prevented his advances. "Ungh." He groaned, and his head rolled to one sides, she lifted her mouth from him with a loud pop. He hand continuing to stroke. "So you like that?" She taunted with a coy smile, nuzzling her chin against the underside of the head of his cock, her breath was hot against him and he could only gasp and nod. She grinned but didn't return to sucking, instead she stood up. Slowly, she pulled her tank top over her head. He watched in rapt fascination as she revealed her breasts to him, pink nipples firm from his toying while she sucked him. Then he bit his lip as she undid the button of her jeans, her fingers working the zipper down. She shimmied out of her jeans and crawled towards him, straddling his lap, her sex separated from his by mere inches. His hands moved like magnets to her hips, following their curve over her thighs parted onto either side of his lap. Her arms looped around his neck and she brought her lips to his. They had never kissed before, but as he felt her firm nipples dragging against his chest, and her tongue pressing against his mouth, he relented, taking his time to explore the soft contours of her lips. He relished in the sensation of their tongues mingling betwixt their mouths, the taste of her, and the taste of his skin on her lips. He was so absorbed in it that he almost didn't notice her lifting her hips and lowering onto his rigid shaft. He felt the velvety head push passed the barrier of her lips, but the shaft never followed. "Agh..." He protested breathlessly into her mouth. She nipped at his lower lip and pushed down, driving him deep into her pussy, then she stopped again, leaving him buried in the warm, glove-like feeling of her. He groaned again in protest. "Mmm?" She asked without words, her lips trailing over his jaw. Her hips remaining perfectly still. "...Fuck me..." He pleaded hoarsely, pressing his hot cheek against hers as he whispered against her. His hands gripped her ass, spreading the cheeks apart lightly as he lifted her hips up. "Oh..." She gasped, grinning as he took charge. Giving in, she slammed against him, rolling her hips, driving his engorged shaft deep into her wet core. He clung to her ass, his fingertips digging into the pale flesh. Her arms rested on his shoulders, bouncing with the rest of her body as she pumped herself up and down on his dick. She moaned loudly when he pressed his lips to her breast, sucking and nibbling as it jiggled in his mouth. His hips pressing back against hers always trying to push his manhood deeper, drive it into her harder, looking to make her scream. "Come for me..." He whispered against her chest, kissing over her throat. "I want to feel you come for me." "Oh fuck..." She whimpered, letting her head fall down, bringing her lips directly to his. They met briefly, and his tongue flicked across her lips as their eyes met. "Yeah...good girl...." He whispered encouragingly as he felt his own orgasm building in the back of his legs. "Oh... oh God.... Ungh!" "Yes!" She moaned as she felt him jerking inside her. She clamped down, even as they continued to slam together, his hands gripping her ass. "Oh yes! Yes!" "Fuck." The word was low and growled as he felt himself already coming down, but she continued to twitch, collapsing against him even as she kept working her hips. As she finally quieted, and he came back to the real world, their bodies sweaty and heaving, his head rolled to the side... and he saw her. Standing in the doorway with a shocked look on her face... and then she turn and fled.