top of him without a stitch on. As
unbelievably beautiful as she’d looked splayed out naked on the dining table,
straddling him with her hair hanging down to partially obscure the gleam in her
eyes turned her into a wicked goddess. Every curve and dip beckoned, driving
him instantly insane.
She had his wallet in her hand, and it occurred to him that
in another setting, the overall picture would be a lot more disturbing. But he
knew what she had in mind.
“One left,” she said, tearing the foil packet with her teeth
the way he’d done the night before.
“I knew there was something I forgot to pick up when we were
out shopping,” he said and groaned out loud when she touched him to roll on the
rubber.
He’d obviously slept through some interesting foreplay,
because neither Lydia nor his pulsing cock seemed to need any warming up. She
raised her ass up and sat down on him slowly, and he watched his dick disappear
inch by inch inside her trimmed, already primed pussy. Her nipples were stiff
and pink, and her body went rigid while she speared herself on him.
He gazed at her in near disbelief when she began fucking
him. Such beauty and animalistic, pornographic need didn’t exist in women
outside the triple-X-rated movies, did it? Maybe he was just dreaming. Maybe he
was still back in the other motel room, the one where he’d only fantasized
about doing the hot woman he was hunting down.
She pressed her hips against his pelvis and began to rock,
and she let out a moan that stood the hair on his arms straight up. Jesus, the
woman could turn him on like no other. He reached for her with his free hand,
and she bent down obligingly so he could grab a luscious, round tit and give it
a squeeze.
“What is it about you that turns me into an insanely horny
woman?” she asked, opening her mouth in a silent gasp when he pinched her hard
nipple.
“Maybe the same thing that has me throwing every warning
about trouble in high heels out the window.”
His frustration mounted as the restraint on his other wrist
kept him from pleasuring her other breast. Or gripping both her hips while she
rode him. Or better yet, flipping her over and plunging into her with her legs
draped on his shoulders. Still, he shoved his hips upward hard to meet hers,
grunting with each thrust until he felt his balls begin pulling tight to his
body.
“Nate,” she said, riding him faster. “I have a confession to
make.”
“Now?”
“You’re the best I’ve ever had.”
“Stop talking and fuck me harder, woman,” he said with a
wicked smile, remembering her words to him when she’d been the one on her back.
“Let me feel your nails on the chest you were busy staring at while I slept.”
She dug in immediately, and he tensed with the exquisite
pain-pleasure of her raking his skin. She pinched his nipples hard, then
twisted them while she started picking up her entire torso and slamming her ass
against him violently. Her tits practically jolted off her body as she fucked
him wild, and he knew he was going to explode before she could come.
“Easy, baby,” he told her through clenched teeth. “The idea
is to use me to get yourself off before you kill me.”
Lydia froze and gave a yell, and he realized she’d already
gotten there. His toes curled as he took hold of her thigh and let go, joining
her in a real gut-wrenching orgasm that seemed to blow off more than just
sexual steam. For a moment, he was free of the whole bullshit scene. There was
no fear that a battering ram would crash through the door at any moment, and
men shouting and waving guns would pile in while he was shoved onto his face
and handcuffed. In climax, it was just the two of them, a pair of sexually
compatible adults who were free to indulge any passion they wanted.
When his consciousness floated down to the bed a short time
later, it wasn’t only to discover good sex couldn’t actually repair the hole
fate had just ripped through his life. Lydia was already off him
unbelievably beautiful as she’d looked splayed out naked on the dining table,
straddling him with her hair hanging down to partially obscure the gleam in her
eyes turned her into a wicked goddess. Every curve and dip beckoned, driving
him instantly insane.
She had his wallet in her hand, and it occurred to him that
in another setting, the overall picture would be a lot more disturbing. But he
knew what she had in mind.
“One left,” she said, tearing the foil packet with her teeth
the way he’d done the night before.
“I knew there was something I forgot to pick up when we were
out shopping,” he said and groaned out loud when she touched him to roll on the
rubber.
He’d obviously slept through some interesting foreplay,
because neither Lydia nor his pulsing cock seemed to need any warming up. She
raised her ass up and sat down on him slowly, and he watched his dick disappear
inch by inch inside her trimmed, already primed pussy. Her nipples were stiff
and pink, and her body went rigid while she speared herself on him.
He gazed at her in near disbelief when she began fucking
him. Such beauty and animalistic, pornographic need didn’t exist in women
outside the triple-X-rated movies, did it? Maybe he was just dreaming. Maybe he
was still back in the other motel room, the one where he’d only fantasized
about doing the hot woman he was hunting down.
She pressed her hips against his pelvis and began to rock,
and she let out a moan that stood the hair on his arms straight up. Jesus, the
woman could turn him on like no other. He reached for her with his free hand,
and she bent down obligingly so he could grab a luscious, round tit and give it
a squeeze.
“What is it about you that turns me into an insanely horny
woman?” she asked, opening her mouth in a silent gasp when he pinched her hard
nipple.
“Maybe the same thing that has me throwing every warning
about trouble in high heels out the window.”
His frustration mounted as the restraint on his other wrist
kept him from pleasuring her other breast. Or gripping both her hips while she
rode him. Or better yet, flipping her over and plunging into her with her legs
draped on his shoulders. Still, he shoved his hips upward hard to meet hers,
grunting with each thrust until he felt his balls begin pulling tight to his
body.
“Nate,” she said, riding him faster. “I have a confession to
make.”
“Now?”
“You’re the best I’ve ever had.”
“Stop talking and fuck me harder, woman,” he said with a
wicked smile, remembering her words to him when she’d been the one on her back.
“Let me feel your nails on the chest you were busy staring at while I slept.”
She dug in immediately, and he tensed with the exquisite
pain-pleasure of her raking his skin. She pinched his nipples hard, then
twisted them while she started picking up her entire torso and slamming her ass
against him violently. Her tits practically jolted off her body as she fucked
him wild, and he knew he was going to explode before she could come.
“Easy, baby,” he told her through clenched teeth. “The idea
is to use me to get yourself off before you kill me.”
Lydia froze and gave a yell, and he realized she’d already
gotten there. His toes curled as he took hold of her thigh and let go, joining
her in a real gut-wrenching orgasm that seemed to blow off more than just
sexual steam. For a moment, he was free of the whole bullshit scene. There was
no fear that a battering ram would crash through the door at any moment, and
men shouting and waving guns would pile in while he was shoved onto his face
and handcuffed. In climax, it was just the two of them, a pair of sexually
compatible adults who were free to indulge any passion they wanted.
When his consciousness floated down to the bed a short time
later, it wasn’t only to discover good sex couldn’t actually repair the hole
fate had just ripped through his life. Lydia was already off him
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