even wider, guiding myself to her slick opening from behind. She pressed back against me, her hips weaving and churning, just as desperate to be filled as I was to pierce her.
I drove in hard. God, she was so tight. Her pussy gripped me as her muscles clenched around my shaft. I wanted to fill her completely, ravage her, own her. I wanted to make her mine. Hear her scream my name.
I tried to keep it slow and smooth, but I was so needy that I was soon slamming into her, barely in control of my body. I grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her head back, then I nipped on the back of her shoulder.
I tugged on one of her nipples, pinching harder and harder as we both rode the thrusts. She cried out with pain or pleasure or both and I tried to be gentler. This wasn’t super-masochist Hadley. This was a much sweeter, gentler girl.
I found her bud again and brushed my thumb against it. It was hard now, erect and flaring. I kept the stimulation rhythmic and steady as I drove in even more deeply. Her hips slammed back against me with equal pressure as if she were going a little wild.
“Now,” I breathed in her ear while rapidly fingering her clit. “Come now, Rory.”
It took her a few more seconds to obey, but she did. She keened and went rigid, and then I could feel her pussy muscles go into spasm. My dick loved the way the walls of her vagina clamped down even harder on me. I felt hyper-aware of every feeling, every motion, every sharp burst of pleasure as my own climax took me.
She snuggled up to me afterwards. Hadley never used to do that. Usually, she would just get up and leave. But Rory fell asleep with her head on my shoulder, and I let her stay like that, even after my arm started to go numb.
Chapter 15
Griff
The next morning was Saturday, so I didn't have to go to work. I awakened to the delicious smell of coffee. I must have been having some sort of erotic dream because my cock was so hard it actually hurt. I could smell Rory's scent on the sheets and the pillows.
I staggered naked into the bathroom to piss, then into the kitchen for coffee. Rory was at the computer, of course. She lived there.
“Good morning,” she said, sounding all chirpy.
“Is there something you don't understand about the words 'get the fuck out of my place'?”
Her face fell about ten stories. I gave her a good hard glare, then allowed my mouth to relax into a grin. “Gotcha.”
She leapt up from the comfy chair and rushed over to pummel me with her fists, laughing. She grabbed me, flung her arms around me and nestled close. “I thought you didn't want me,” she whispered into the hollow of my throat. I put her hand on my cock so she could see how inaccurate that supposition was.
I detached her with warnings of hot coffee spills, and ordered her back to bed. She raised no objections.
We stayed there most of the day. At one point she slowly traced my entire body with her hands and eyes, seeming so concentrated on what she was doing that I finally asked her about it.
“I'm memorizing you.”
“Why? I'm right here.”
“I know, but I want to keep you in my mind. You know, for later.”
For later when she was no longer with me. “I wish we could actually do that,” I said, thinking of Hadley. And Sean. “Memorize someone and keep them with us that way.”
She smiled. “I sorta can. I don't know if it'll last forever, though.” She looked sad.
I wasn't sure what she meant, so I asked, “Do you really have a photographic memory?”
She nodded. “It's a freakish thing. People think it would be cool to remember everything, but believe me, it's not.”
I wasn't sure if she meant she could literally remember everything.
“They still don't understand it, you know. Neurologists, psychologists. Some of them say it doesn't exist. But I did real well in most subjects because all I had to do was read a book and I could see the whole thing in my mind. The words, the pictures, everything. I can even flip the
I drove in hard. God, she was so tight. Her pussy gripped me as her muscles clenched around my shaft. I wanted to fill her completely, ravage her, own her. I wanted to make her mine. Hear her scream my name.
I tried to keep it slow and smooth, but I was so needy that I was soon slamming into her, barely in control of my body. I grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her head back, then I nipped on the back of her shoulder.
I tugged on one of her nipples, pinching harder and harder as we both rode the thrusts. She cried out with pain or pleasure or both and I tried to be gentler. This wasn’t super-masochist Hadley. This was a much sweeter, gentler girl.
I found her bud again and brushed my thumb against it. It was hard now, erect and flaring. I kept the stimulation rhythmic and steady as I drove in even more deeply. Her hips slammed back against me with equal pressure as if she were going a little wild.
“Now,” I breathed in her ear while rapidly fingering her clit. “Come now, Rory.”
It took her a few more seconds to obey, but she did. She keened and went rigid, and then I could feel her pussy muscles go into spasm. My dick loved the way the walls of her vagina clamped down even harder on me. I felt hyper-aware of every feeling, every motion, every sharp burst of pleasure as my own climax took me.
She snuggled up to me afterwards. Hadley never used to do that. Usually, she would just get up and leave. But Rory fell asleep with her head on my shoulder, and I let her stay like that, even after my arm started to go numb.
Chapter 15
Griff
The next morning was Saturday, so I didn't have to go to work. I awakened to the delicious smell of coffee. I must have been having some sort of erotic dream because my cock was so hard it actually hurt. I could smell Rory's scent on the sheets and the pillows.
I staggered naked into the bathroom to piss, then into the kitchen for coffee. Rory was at the computer, of course. She lived there.
“Good morning,” she said, sounding all chirpy.
“Is there something you don't understand about the words 'get the fuck out of my place'?”
Her face fell about ten stories. I gave her a good hard glare, then allowed my mouth to relax into a grin. “Gotcha.”
She leapt up from the comfy chair and rushed over to pummel me with her fists, laughing. She grabbed me, flung her arms around me and nestled close. “I thought you didn't want me,” she whispered into the hollow of my throat. I put her hand on my cock so she could see how inaccurate that supposition was.
I detached her with warnings of hot coffee spills, and ordered her back to bed. She raised no objections.
We stayed there most of the day. At one point she slowly traced my entire body with her hands and eyes, seeming so concentrated on what she was doing that I finally asked her about it.
“I'm memorizing you.”
“Why? I'm right here.”
“I know, but I want to keep you in my mind. You know, for later.”
For later when she was no longer with me. “I wish we could actually do that,” I said, thinking of Hadley. And Sean. “Memorize someone and keep them with us that way.”
She smiled. “I sorta can. I don't know if it'll last forever, though.” She looked sad.
I wasn't sure what she meant, so I asked, “Do you really have a photographic memory?”
She nodded. “It's a freakish thing. People think it would be cool to remember everything, but believe me, it's not.”
I wasn't sure if she meant she could literally remember everything.
“They still don't understand it, you know. Neurologists, psychologists. Some of them say it doesn't exist. But I did real well in most subjects because all I had to do was read a book and I could see the whole thing in my mind. The words, the pictures, everything. I can even flip the
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