bed again. His hard manhood massages my insides over and over again as he bucks his hips to meet my grinding pelvis. My heat is on fire. Sweat drips off my brow onto his body. Moans spill off my lips. My muscles burn from fatigue.
I can’t get enough of him. Even after telling him that I wanted to separate for the night, I found myself sneaking into his room at three in the morning. The craving for his cock was stronger than ever before. Nothing was going to keep me from him, not even the doubt burrowing a whole through my brain.
“This body…” I hear him say. His hands climb my belly to cup my breasts. He gives them a firm squeeze. “Give it to me…”
“It’s yours…” I moan. “It’s always been yours…”
He grunts and sits up. With quick hands, he grips my legs and moves them around his waist. I continue bouncing on him as he embraces me closer. I can see the dark details of his face now. His eyes look into mine, blind passions taking hold of us both.
“You love me,” he says. He keeps a firm grip on my body, moving me on his thick crown. “I know it. I can feel it.”
“Yes!” I cry.
His heaving breaths glide across my skin. My body tingles in his grasp. I feel exhaustion taking hold of me and I lean against him. His lips find mine and we trade off kisses as my slit swells even more.
“Turn around,” he says.
I collapse off his body and roll over onto my knees. My thoughts scatter into a thousand pieces as he positions himself behind me. He wastes no time penetrating me again. I grab a pillow and force it against my lips to keep from screaming too loudly.
“You’re going to make me come,” he moans. “You’re so tight.”
He pushes forward and lays me down on my belly, keeping his firm shaft between my folds. His angle hits me just right and I continue moaning into the pillow. I quiver and tremble as his lips graze my sensitive back.
“Come,” I whisper. I turn my face around to look at him over my shoulder. “I want you to.”
Seth kisses me quickly. His lips vibrate as our moans blend together. His teeth grab the flesh of my shoulder and he moans my name as he pumps his warm spray into our latex barrier. I come along with him. My inner muscles pull at him, milking his rod for every drop of his desire.
He rolls over next to me and we breathe heavily together in the darkness. Neither one of us speak. I honestly can’t process how to communicate at all. Before I came into the bedroom, I wondered if I would regret going to him. I hoped I wouldn’t. But I feared that I would.
I fall asleep before I can think of an answer.
Chapter 4
“You know, Mom, you really didn’t have to do this.”
I stand in the living room and watch as two very large men carry a brand new couch into the living room.
“Well, I don’t want my kids living like hobos with bean bag chairs and lawn furniture,” my mother says. She points a finger at the wall across from the television. “Right there would be fine, I think. What do you think, Mina?”
“Against the wall is fine,” I say to the men. They nod in acknowledgment and put the couch down where my mother told them to. I let my mug hover beneath my nose and I inhale the scent of chamomile before taking a warm sip.
“Are you feeling all right, Mina?”
“I’m fine,” I say. “Think I’m getting a little touch of flu though.”
My mother walks over to put her hand against my forehead. “You don’t feel warm.”
“Just a bug, Mom.” I take another drink of tea as she directs the movers out the door. “I’ll be fine.”
“Where’s Seth today?” she asks.
I shrug my shoulders. “Don’t know. I think he had a class or work or something.”
“Well, I hope he doesn’t mind the color.” Mom swipes a hand across the arm of the couch.
“He’s a college guy, Mom. I’m pretty sure he doesn’t care what it looks like as long as it’s comfortable.”
“Too true, too true.” She pauses for a moment. “So, have you
I can’t get enough of him. Even after telling him that I wanted to separate for the night, I found myself sneaking into his room at three in the morning. The craving for his cock was stronger than ever before. Nothing was going to keep me from him, not even the doubt burrowing a whole through my brain.
“This body…” I hear him say. His hands climb my belly to cup my breasts. He gives them a firm squeeze. “Give it to me…”
“It’s yours…” I moan. “It’s always been yours…”
He grunts and sits up. With quick hands, he grips my legs and moves them around his waist. I continue bouncing on him as he embraces me closer. I can see the dark details of his face now. His eyes look into mine, blind passions taking hold of us both.
“You love me,” he says. He keeps a firm grip on my body, moving me on his thick crown. “I know it. I can feel it.”
“Yes!” I cry.
His heaving breaths glide across my skin. My body tingles in his grasp. I feel exhaustion taking hold of me and I lean against him. His lips find mine and we trade off kisses as my slit swells even more.
“Turn around,” he says.
I collapse off his body and roll over onto my knees. My thoughts scatter into a thousand pieces as he positions himself behind me. He wastes no time penetrating me again. I grab a pillow and force it against my lips to keep from screaming too loudly.
“You’re going to make me come,” he moans. “You’re so tight.”
He pushes forward and lays me down on my belly, keeping his firm shaft between my folds. His angle hits me just right and I continue moaning into the pillow. I quiver and tremble as his lips graze my sensitive back.
“Come,” I whisper. I turn my face around to look at him over my shoulder. “I want you to.”
Seth kisses me quickly. His lips vibrate as our moans blend together. His teeth grab the flesh of my shoulder and he moans my name as he pumps his warm spray into our latex barrier. I come along with him. My inner muscles pull at him, milking his rod for every drop of his desire.
He rolls over next to me and we breathe heavily together in the darkness. Neither one of us speak. I honestly can’t process how to communicate at all. Before I came into the bedroom, I wondered if I would regret going to him. I hoped I wouldn’t. But I feared that I would.
I fall asleep before I can think of an answer.
Chapter 4
“You know, Mom, you really didn’t have to do this.”
I stand in the living room and watch as two very large men carry a brand new couch into the living room.
“Well, I don’t want my kids living like hobos with bean bag chairs and lawn furniture,” my mother says. She points a finger at the wall across from the television. “Right there would be fine, I think. What do you think, Mina?”
“Against the wall is fine,” I say to the men. They nod in acknowledgment and put the couch down where my mother told them to. I let my mug hover beneath my nose and I inhale the scent of chamomile before taking a warm sip.
“Are you feeling all right, Mina?”
“I’m fine,” I say. “Think I’m getting a little touch of flu though.”
My mother walks over to put her hand against my forehead. “You don’t feel warm.”
“Just a bug, Mom.” I take another drink of tea as she directs the movers out the door. “I’ll be fine.”
“Where’s Seth today?” she asks.
I shrug my shoulders. “Don’t know. I think he had a class or work or something.”
“Well, I hope he doesn’t mind the color.” Mom swipes a hand across the arm of the couch.
“He’s a college guy, Mom. I’m pretty sure he doesn’t care what it looks like as long as it’s comfortable.”
“Too true, too true.” She pauses for a moment. “So, have you
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