not sure if it’s from pain or pleasure, maybe it’s both. Her pussy grips my cock like a vise, alerting me to her third orgasm. I slowly ease out of her, only to slam back inside of her wet sex.
I close my eyes and bury my head in her hair as my need to cum over takes me. My body is wound so tight, I need the fucking release so goddamn bad. For a brief moment, I allow myself to pretend that this woman is , Kelsey. Instead of a public restroom, I picture us in my bed. Her naked body is splayed underneath mine as I take her slowly and with care. I stare into her pale green eyes as my cock filled and stretched her pussy. Her moans of pleasure would only heighten my desire to cum deep insider her marking her as my own. Pain slices into my back bringing me out of my fantasy. The woman I’m actually fucking has dug her nails into my back; her pussy tightens signaling her climax. That’s four, time to find my own release.
“Yes, fuck me harder. Your cock feels so fucking good.”
I ignore her praise as I pick up my pace. My fingers dig into the flesh of her ass, hard enough to leave bruises. Without warning, I pull out of her and place her back on her feet. I turn her around so she’s facing the wall and grab her hips. I thrust back inside her pussy and begin fucking her so hard the wall begins to shake with the force of my thrusts. My hand snakes around her hip to her clit. I roughly massage her sensitive nub. My balls begin to tighten as our bodies slap together.
“Fuck,” I moan as my free hand grabs a handful of her hair. She cries out once again and this time I decide to join her. I thrust inside her once, twice and on the third, I bury myself deep inside her as my cock throbs with my release.
“Kelsey,” I cry out as my body trembles with the last of my orgasm. I free my hand from the woman’s hair and press my hands against the wall while I try to catch my breath.
“Who the hell is , Kelsey?”
Shit, I ignore her question and begin the task of getting cleaned up so I can get the fuck out of here.
“Were you thinking about another woman while you were fucking me?” The venom in her voice is palpable. I zip up my pants and leave the small stall. This woman is a piece of work.
“I’m not your friend or your fucking boyfriend. I’m the guy you screwed in a grungy bathroom, so don’t stand here and act as if I’ve hurt your feelings. I don’t remember you asking for my fucking name.” I don’t wait for her response. It doesn’t matter what it is anyways, it’s not as if we’ll be doing this again. I slide onto the stool and grab for my nearly empty bottle of Jack. Fuck, I can’t believe I called out Kelsey’s name. What is happening to me?
“What in de hell ‘as yer so ticked aff? Oi swear oi can see smoke comin from yer ears.”
Finn gives me a puzzled look as he wipes down the bar. I’d love to tell him how concerned I am for Adam and his mate. Or about how pissed I am at Azrael for leaving before he revealed anything about his cryptic message of impending danger. Hell I’d even like to tell him I’m lusting after a woman who doesn’t even know my name, but I don’t tell him any of this. I stake it on top of the last pile of shit I buried. I take a deep breath to calm my building fury. All I need is for fire to start shooting from my hands or accidently summon electricity to blow up ever appliance in the joint. That would definitely freak out the human patrons.
“I’m good , Finn, just leave it alone.” I give him a warning glare and he quickly gets the message. I can go from nice guy to asshole in two seconds on a good day so it’s better for everyone if he lets me cool down on my own. I finish off my bottle in one huge gulp and start tossing some bills next to it. I need a shower then maybe I’ll hit the punching bag. I need to do something to release all of this tension.
“Jamie oi nu yer ain't in a master frame of mind roi nigh, but oi ‘ave a big favor ter ask of
I close my eyes and bury my head in her hair as my need to cum over takes me. My body is wound so tight, I need the fucking release so goddamn bad. For a brief moment, I allow myself to pretend that this woman is , Kelsey. Instead of a public restroom, I picture us in my bed. Her naked body is splayed underneath mine as I take her slowly and with care. I stare into her pale green eyes as my cock filled and stretched her pussy. Her moans of pleasure would only heighten my desire to cum deep insider her marking her as my own. Pain slices into my back bringing me out of my fantasy. The woman I’m actually fucking has dug her nails into my back; her pussy tightens signaling her climax. That’s four, time to find my own release.
“Yes, fuck me harder. Your cock feels so fucking good.”
I ignore her praise as I pick up my pace. My fingers dig into the flesh of her ass, hard enough to leave bruises. Without warning, I pull out of her and place her back on her feet. I turn her around so she’s facing the wall and grab her hips. I thrust back inside her pussy and begin fucking her so hard the wall begins to shake with the force of my thrusts. My hand snakes around her hip to her clit. I roughly massage her sensitive nub. My balls begin to tighten as our bodies slap together.
“Fuck,” I moan as my free hand grabs a handful of her hair. She cries out once again and this time I decide to join her. I thrust inside her once, twice and on the third, I bury myself deep inside her as my cock throbs with my release.
“Kelsey,” I cry out as my body trembles with the last of my orgasm. I free my hand from the woman’s hair and press my hands against the wall while I try to catch my breath.
“Who the hell is , Kelsey?”
Shit, I ignore her question and begin the task of getting cleaned up so I can get the fuck out of here.
“Were you thinking about another woman while you were fucking me?” The venom in her voice is palpable. I zip up my pants and leave the small stall. This woman is a piece of work.
“I’m not your friend or your fucking boyfriend. I’m the guy you screwed in a grungy bathroom, so don’t stand here and act as if I’ve hurt your feelings. I don’t remember you asking for my fucking name.” I don’t wait for her response. It doesn’t matter what it is anyways, it’s not as if we’ll be doing this again. I slide onto the stool and grab for my nearly empty bottle of Jack. Fuck, I can’t believe I called out Kelsey’s name. What is happening to me?
“What in de hell ‘as yer so ticked aff? Oi swear oi can see smoke comin from yer ears.”
Finn gives me a puzzled look as he wipes down the bar. I’d love to tell him how concerned I am for Adam and his mate. Or about how pissed I am at Azrael for leaving before he revealed anything about his cryptic message of impending danger. Hell I’d even like to tell him I’m lusting after a woman who doesn’t even know my name, but I don’t tell him any of this. I stake it on top of the last pile of shit I buried. I take a deep breath to calm my building fury. All I need is for fire to start shooting from my hands or accidently summon electricity to blow up ever appliance in the joint. That would definitely freak out the human patrons.
“I’m good , Finn, just leave it alone.” I give him a warning glare and he quickly gets the message. I can go from nice guy to asshole in two seconds on a good day so it’s better for everyone if he lets me cool down on my own. I finish off my bottle in one huge gulp and start tossing some bills next to it. I need a shower then maybe I’ll hit the punching bag. I need to do something to release all of this tension.
“Jamie oi nu yer ain't in a master frame of mind roi nigh, but oi ‘ave a big favor ter ask of
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