all sensuous pretense and began to fuck his cock. Her abs rolled and she squeezed his cock with the muscle walls of her pussy as her hips fucked up and down, driving him into her.
“God yes! Oh god, yes! Fuck, Hank! Fucking give it to me! Fuck! I need it!” she screamed at him.
Hank grabbed her hips with his powerful hands and began to drive his cock into her with his ass and hip muscles.
The sudden power she felt from him set her off. She growled and cried as she thrashed and pounded back into him. The orgasm only seemed to enrage her body. It wanted more, much more before her climax. “Fucking sweet mother! God, I need it. It’s fucking right there!”
The agony of pre-climax seethed through her body, and she fucked Hank with desperation now. Her hands were claws as she raked his chest and shoulders. Hank was mercilessly pounding into her, his hands gripping her like steel clamps, and she could feel his cock becoming harder.
“Do it Hank! Fucking do it! I need you!”
Hank’s climax filled her and sent her whole body into climax as well. Her cries were wild and hungry. She rose up and humped at his cock viciously, riding the climax, and the blissful agonies churned inside of her.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Cyn woke close to three in the morning in an empty bed. Hank was gone.
She got up and padded out to the living room, and then peeked outside to see if his bike was still there, but it was gone as well.
“Hmm,” she growled.
After a drink of water, she crawled back into bed and fell asleep, wishing he would have woken her to say he was taking off instead of sneaking out like a thief.
She woke at eight in the morning to the smell of bacon frying in her kitchen.
“Just as sneaky coming back in,” she smiled.
She got up and, since there was the possible threat of bacon splatter, got into her sleeping t-shirt before going out to say good morning.
He was in straight cut blue jeans, running shoes, a blue button-up shirt with a collar. She nearly didn’t recognize him. His hair was brushed to a shine and pulled back into a very manly pony-tail. His cheeks and chin were freshly shorn. Hell, he made Larry look casual.
She came up behind him and put her arms around his waist, giving him a hug. “Glad you decided to sneak back in.”
“Couldn’t sleep. I went home and played a few racks on my pool table. That always eases my mind. Helps me focus.”
“Been up all night, then?”
“Yes, but I plan on sleeping most of today. Day off, completely. Planning on several in fact. Need some serious downtime,” he told her.
She tried not to get all girly-attitude with that statement, by which he obviously meant that he was going to want solitude during this downtime.
“I get like that,” she told him, reminding herself as well.
“Everyone does. The ones who don’t do something about it are the ones who wind up screaming like mad men in divorce courts and taking automatic weapons to work.”
Divorce courts? Was that one of those Freudian slips?
If he was thinking marriage already, then maybe he should get some time alone, and her, too.
“I’ve got a ton of work today and tomorrow, so it’s probably best anyway. Though I am just down the road. You might want to take a break from yourself and pop over,” she added, hoping it didn’t sound too needy.
“That would be nice, yes, but I think I’m going to take a break from the club for awhile. I just got back, and look at the mess.”
Her instincts told her there was more to it than that, but likely in the area he wouldn’t talk about.
“Tuesdays and Wednesdays are usually slow anyway,” she said. “Not missing much.”
“I might have some work to do on Thursday and Friday. It could stretch into the weekend if everything goes right,” he told her.
Oh god, he’s going back! Whatever it is that he’s into, it’s starting
“God yes! Oh god, yes! Fuck, Hank! Fucking give it to me! Fuck! I need it!” she screamed at him.
Hank grabbed her hips with his powerful hands and began to drive his cock into her with his ass and hip muscles.
The sudden power she felt from him set her off. She growled and cried as she thrashed and pounded back into him. The orgasm only seemed to enrage her body. It wanted more, much more before her climax. “Fucking sweet mother! God, I need it. It’s fucking right there!”
The agony of pre-climax seethed through her body, and she fucked Hank with desperation now. Her hands were claws as she raked his chest and shoulders. Hank was mercilessly pounding into her, his hands gripping her like steel clamps, and she could feel his cock becoming harder.
“Do it Hank! Fucking do it! I need you!”
Hank’s climax filled her and sent her whole body into climax as well. Her cries were wild and hungry. She rose up and humped at his cock viciously, riding the climax, and the blissful agonies churned inside of her.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Cyn woke close to three in the morning in an empty bed. Hank was gone.
She got up and padded out to the living room, and then peeked outside to see if his bike was still there, but it was gone as well.
“Hmm,” she growled.
After a drink of water, she crawled back into bed and fell asleep, wishing he would have woken her to say he was taking off instead of sneaking out like a thief.
She woke at eight in the morning to the smell of bacon frying in her kitchen.
“Just as sneaky coming back in,” she smiled.
She got up and, since there was the possible threat of bacon splatter, got into her sleeping t-shirt before going out to say good morning.
He was in straight cut blue jeans, running shoes, a blue button-up shirt with a collar. She nearly didn’t recognize him. His hair was brushed to a shine and pulled back into a very manly pony-tail. His cheeks and chin were freshly shorn. Hell, he made Larry look casual.
She came up behind him and put her arms around his waist, giving him a hug. “Glad you decided to sneak back in.”
“Couldn’t sleep. I went home and played a few racks on my pool table. That always eases my mind. Helps me focus.”
“Been up all night, then?”
“Yes, but I plan on sleeping most of today. Day off, completely. Planning on several in fact. Need some serious downtime,” he told her.
She tried not to get all girly-attitude with that statement, by which he obviously meant that he was going to want solitude during this downtime.
“I get like that,” she told him, reminding herself as well.
“Everyone does. The ones who don’t do something about it are the ones who wind up screaming like mad men in divorce courts and taking automatic weapons to work.”
Divorce courts? Was that one of those Freudian slips?
If he was thinking marriage already, then maybe he should get some time alone, and her, too.
“I’ve got a ton of work today and tomorrow, so it’s probably best anyway. Though I am just down the road. You might want to take a break from yourself and pop over,” she added, hoping it didn’t sound too needy.
“That would be nice, yes, but I think I’m going to take a break from the club for awhile. I just got back, and look at the mess.”
Her instincts told her there was more to it than that, but likely in the area he wouldn’t talk about.
“Tuesdays and Wednesdays are usually slow anyway,” she said. “Not missing much.”
“I might have some work to do on Thursday and Friday. It could stretch into the weekend if everything goes right,” he told her.
Oh god, he’s going back! Whatever it is that he’s into, it’s starting
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