– in this respect at least – incorruptible. He had the patience of a monk, of a saint, hell – the whole damn pantheon. I didn't know how he managed to resist it, but he did.
I groaned, frustrated and ready to come. "Please, Clay," I begged in desperation, "I need you to let me…"
"Let you what?" he growled, knowing exactly what he was asking. He just wanted to hear me say it.
"Let me come," I almost screamed. And he did exactly what I asked him for.
He grabbed my firm, juicy ass with both huge hands, taking handfuls of my soft cocoa flesh and pulling me back bodily towards him. My ass bounced against his hard, muscular thighs as he hauled me into him, and the impact reverberated hard through his cock into my body.
I yelped with desire, the heat building between my legs like a volcano primed and ready to blow. I reached back, grabbing hold of one of his lean, hard hips, and helped ease him ever deeper into me. Finally, it felt like I was taking his full length. And finally, it felt like Clay was losing control. His breath was becoming ragged, matching mine, his grip on my ass alternately loosening and tightening like he didn't know what was real and what wasn't anymore.
I clenched the walls of my pussy one last time, then I exploded. Stars crashed behind my eyes, and this time, thousands of fireworks exploded across my tender, overheated skin. My nipples felt like black holes, drawing in every scrap of pleasure they could find, and in the delirious depths of my orgasm, I picked one hand off the floor and pinched my nipple hard.
And then I felt Clay jerk inside me, the heat of his cum evident even through the thin latex material of the condom and the rampant, raging heat inside my pussy.
Right then, all I wanted was to feel his cum inside me.
10
Clay
F ucking Alicia on the floor of the recording booth was, more or less, how I'd hoped today would go. But as soon as I was done, I knew one thing – she deserved much better.
Much better than me, and much better than this.
Alicia was the kind of girl, no – the kind of woman, who deserved to be made love to, not just fucked, and in bed, not a dusty floor. Judging by the rosy flush on her cocoa cheeks, she didn't seem to mind too much, though…
I was still in a post-orgasmic daze when she said, "I'll be back in a second. I'm just going to clean up." She shot me a warm but uncertain smile, shucked on her jeans, and left the booth pulling her floral top over her head.
I looked down at my cock, wishing I was still buried deep between her thighs, and smiled as I saw that even now, when it was shrinking, it was still bigger than most men when they were fully erect. It was a little thing, a stupid thing – I knew that – but it didn't matter. I'd always know.
I pulled the johnny off my cock and tossed it into the trash can under the table. A part of me felt sorry for whoever had to clean that up, but then again, a bigger part of me didn't care. That shit was valuable – sometimes after a one-night stand, I'd tie up the condom and take it with me. I sure as shit didn't need some baby anchoring me down, some baby momma squeezing me for child support for the next eighteen years. Hell no.
Alicia wasn't that kind of girl, though. She was classy. I could just tell that she had something about her that most other women didn't. It was in the way she carried herself, the way she flicked her hair…
And the way she fucked .
I blinked. How the hell was my mind still on her? Usually after I'd slept with a girl, that was it. I tossed them away as easily as the condom carrying my seed. But there was something about Alicia that didn't let me do that. I pulled my plain white T-shirt back over my head, stepped into my jeans and zipped them back up.
Just in time, because Mike had seen my cock enough times, and he was about to step through the door of the recording booth.
"How’d it go?" he asked jovially.
"Pretty well." I grinned, still firmly caught up in the chemical
I groaned, frustrated and ready to come. "Please, Clay," I begged in desperation, "I need you to let me…"
"Let you what?" he growled, knowing exactly what he was asking. He just wanted to hear me say it.
"Let me come," I almost screamed. And he did exactly what I asked him for.
He grabbed my firm, juicy ass with both huge hands, taking handfuls of my soft cocoa flesh and pulling me back bodily towards him. My ass bounced against his hard, muscular thighs as he hauled me into him, and the impact reverberated hard through his cock into my body.
I yelped with desire, the heat building between my legs like a volcano primed and ready to blow. I reached back, grabbing hold of one of his lean, hard hips, and helped ease him ever deeper into me. Finally, it felt like I was taking his full length. And finally, it felt like Clay was losing control. His breath was becoming ragged, matching mine, his grip on my ass alternately loosening and tightening like he didn't know what was real and what wasn't anymore.
I clenched the walls of my pussy one last time, then I exploded. Stars crashed behind my eyes, and this time, thousands of fireworks exploded across my tender, overheated skin. My nipples felt like black holes, drawing in every scrap of pleasure they could find, and in the delirious depths of my orgasm, I picked one hand off the floor and pinched my nipple hard.
And then I felt Clay jerk inside me, the heat of his cum evident even through the thin latex material of the condom and the rampant, raging heat inside my pussy.
Right then, all I wanted was to feel his cum inside me.
10
Clay
F ucking Alicia on the floor of the recording booth was, more or less, how I'd hoped today would go. But as soon as I was done, I knew one thing – she deserved much better.
Much better than me, and much better than this.
Alicia was the kind of girl, no – the kind of woman, who deserved to be made love to, not just fucked, and in bed, not a dusty floor. Judging by the rosy flush on her cocoa cheeks, she didn't seem to mind too much, though…
I was still in a post-orgasmic daze when she said, "I'll be back in a second. I'm just going to clean up." She shot me a warm but uncertain smile, shucked on her jeans, and left the booth pulling her floral top over her head.
I looked down at my cock, wishing I was still buried deep between her thighs, and smiled as I saw that even now, when it was shrinking, it was still bigger than most men when they were fully erect. It was a little thing, a stupid thing – I knew that – but it didn't matter. I'd always know.
I pulled the johnny off my cock and tossed it into the trash can under the table. A part of me felt sorry for whoever had to clean that up, but then again, a bigger part of me didn't care. That shit was valuable – sometimes after a one-night stand, I'd tie up the condom and take it with me. I sure as shit didn't need some baby anchoring me down, some baby momma squeezing me for child support for the next eighteen years. Hell no.
Alicia wasn't that kind of girl, though. She was classy. I could just tell that she had something about her that most other women didn't. It was in the way she carried herself, the way she flicked her hair…
And the way she fucked .
I blinked. How the hell was my mind still on her? Usually after I'd slept with a girl, that was it. I tossed them away as easily as the condom carrying my seed. But there was something about Alicia that didn't let me do that. I pulled my plain white T-shirt back over my head, stepped into my jeans and zipped them back up.
Just in time, because Mike had seen my cock enough times, and he was about to step through the door of the recording booth.
"How’d it go?" he asked jovially.
"Pretty well." I grinned, still firmly caught up in the chemical
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