blood left up that high anymore. “Uh. What?”
“Email service.” She pulls her phone out of the front pocket of her jeans and flashes the screen at me. “I don’t have any.” She’s slightly out of breath, her voice higher pitched than usual. Panicked, you might even say. “I need to check some things—I think I had service in the other part of the house. You okay to keep going through these videos for a bit? I won’t be long!” She speaks so fast I don’t have time to sneak a word in edge-wise. Before I know it she’s backing out of the room, smiling, but in a way that looks a lot more like she’s about to hyperventilate, not like she’s actually happy.
I open my mouth to respond—with what, I’m still not quite sure—but she slams the door to the video room behind her, leaving me standing there like an idiot.
A rock hard idiot.
Fuck . I need to do something about this, badly. My brain isn’t helping, it’s stuck on replays of Chloe’s lithe body swaying in front of me, her perky tits, the perfect curve of her waist into her full hips.
But I’m not just going to take care of myself in the middle of Suzie’s living room. I wait a few minutes to be sure that Chloe has left, and then I pause the video and slip out of the room. It takes me a minute to find the right staircase up to my room—I hope if this house has a name it’s called the Mushroom Maze—but eventually I manage to jog up to my door and sneak inside. There’s no sound anywhere in the hallway. Chloe must still be downstairs, maybe in the front room with the fireplace that we passed, or outside on one of the decks checking her email.
I don’t waste time. I step into the bathroom and lock my bedroom door behind me, pulling my shirt off, because after this I know I’ll need a shower. Then I’m done with thinking about reality.
All I can picture is her. What I want to do to her.
I unzip my jeans and lean against the shower door, my hand already wrapped tight around my cock as I let the fantasy envelop me. We’re back in the video room, only this time I don’t waste time feeling guilty for my filthy fantasies.
When Chloe stands in front of me, I grab her and pull her onto my lap, one hand around that slender waist, the other buried deep in her wild curls. She melts against me, lifting her face to mine as I claim her lips in a long, hard kiss. She slides her knees onto either side of me, until she’s kneeling above me on the couch, and I use the opportunity to slide my hands beneath her shirt, tearing it off in one smooth motion.
Her lacy bra falls away next, revealing her supple tits, the perfect size to fit in my palms. I bend to catch her nipple in my mouth, my tongue swirling around the the tight peak in slow, languorous circles. Her breath hitches and she arches her back, pressing her chest hard against my face. I let my teeth graze the hard tip of her nipple, lightly, gently, and I savor the shudder that runs through her entire body.
My hands are already dropping down the smooth, flat plane of her stomach to wrestle with the clasp of her jeans. She leans back as she undoes my jeans as well, pushing them down far enough that my rock hard erection springs free. She leans back away from me, her eyes on my cock, hungry. But I’m not ready to let her go that easily, though. I catch her waist, draw her back in, our mouths crashing together as our tongues grapple between us. Neither of us can get enough of the other, we want to swallow one another whole.
I push her jeans down around her hips, her underwear along with them, and grip her firm ass. Chloe arches her neck, her lips parted as she moans, “Fuck me,” between gasping breaths.
I sink into her with a groan, keeping my hands tight on her ass, pulling her down hard, my cock bottoming out on the first stroke. God, she’s so fucking tight .
I’m close to the edge, my hand tighter around my dick as I imagine plunging into her again and again, making her ride my cock,
“Email service.” She pulls her phone out of the front pocket of her jeans and flashes the screen at me. “I don’t have any.” She’s slightly out of breath, her voice higher pitched than usual. Panicked, you might even say. “I need to check some things—I think I had service in the other part of the house. You okay to keep going through these videos for a bit? I won’t be long!” She speaks so fast I don’t have time to sneak a word in edge-wise. Before I know it she’s backing out of the room, smiling, but in a way that looks a lot more like she’s about to hyperventilate, not like she’s actually happy.
I open my mouth to respond—with what, I’m still not quite sure—but she slams the door to the video room behind her, leaving me standing there like an idiot.
A rock hard idiot.
Fuck . I need to do something about this, badly. My brain isn’t helping, it’s stuck on replays of Chloe’s lithe body swaying in front of me, her perky tits, the perfect curve of her waist into her full hips.
But I’m not just going to take care of myself in the middle of Suzie’s living room. I wait a few minutes to be sure that Chloe has left, and then I pause the video and slip out of the room. It takes me a minute to find the right staircase up to my room—I hope if this house has a name it’s called the Mushroom Maze—but eventually I manage to jog up to my door and sneak inside. There’s no sound anywhere in the hallway. Chloe must still be downstairs, maybe in the front room with the fireplace that we passed, or outside on one of the decks checking her email.
I don’t waste time. I step into the bathroom and lock my bedroom door behind me, pulling my shirt off, because after this I know I’ll need a shower. Then I’m done with thinking about reality.
All I can picture is her. What I want to do to her.
I unzip my jeans and lean against the shower door, my hand already wrapped tight around my cock as I let the fantasy envelop me. We’re back in the video room, only this time I don’t waste time feeling guilty for my filthy fantasies.
When Chloe stands in front of me, I grab her and pull her onto my lap, one hand around that slender waist, the other buried deep in her wild curls. She melts against me, lifting her face to mine as I claim her lips in a long, hard kiss. She slides her knees onto either side of me, until she’s kneeling above me on the couch, and I use the opportunity to slide my hands beneath her shirt, tearing it off in one smooth motion.
Her lacy bra falls away next, revealing her supple tits, the perfect size to fit in my palms. I bend to catch her nipple in my mouth, my tongue swirling around the the tight peak in slow, languorous circles. Her breath hitches and she arches her back, pressing her chest hard against my face. I let my teeth graze the hard tip of her nipple, lightly, gently, and I savor the shudder that runs through her entire body.
My hands are already dropping down the smooth, flat plane of her stomach to wrestle with the clasp of her jeans. She leans back as she undoes my jeans as well, pushing them down far enough that my rock hard erection springs free. She leans back away from me, her eyes on my cock, hungry. But I’m not ready to let her go that easily, though. I catch her waist, draw her back in, our mouths crashing together as our tongues grapple between us. Neither of us can get enough of the other, we want to swallow one another whole.
I push her jeans down around her hips, her underwear along with them, and grip her firm ass. Chloe arches her neck, her lips parted as she moans, “Fuck me,” between gasping breaths.
I sink into her with a groan, keeping my hands tight on her ass, pulling her down hard, my cock bottoming out on the first stroke. God, she’s so fucking tight .
I’m close to the edge, my hand tighter around my dick as I imagine plunging into her again and again, making her ride my cock,
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