he could push himself deeper into her. She cried out and tightened her muscles. He felt her pussy squeeze gently around him. His cock throbbed at the sensation, the tip of it swelling bigger.
“ Fuck, that feels so good. You’re so fucking horny,” he shuddered.
“Show me how fucking horny you are then,” she whispered, opening her legs wider as if inviting him in.
Sensing her need to be fucked hard by him, he gripped hold of her hair in one hand, and placed the other in the small of her back. She pushed her hips up, grinding them forwards and around, keen to take as much of him inside of her as she could get. Books, paperwork, and a laptop were knocked from the desk as they fucked. They moved frantically against each other. For both of them, it felt as if they needed more, so their pace quickened.
The girl cried out and shuddered as she grew closer and closer to coming. Each stroke of his cock making her wetter and hotter. She felt an agonizing pressure building inside of her, waiting to spill over.
“I love you,” she gasped as that sexual tension throbbed deep within her. She didn’t know for how long she could stop herself from coming. The need to let go was becoming more and more unbearable and she was desperate to feel it.
He pushed himself harder and harder inside of her, sensing she was close to coming by the quickening of her breath. This only heightened his own excitement, and although his balls ached and his cock felt like it was going to erupt, he wanted to hold back – to stave off that building pressure, so that they could come together.
Going taut beneath him, she cried out, “Oh, my God, I’m going to come. I’m going to come!”
She threw her head back, grabbing hold of the edge of the desk so tightly that her knuckles glowed white. Her whole body shuddered violently beneath him, crying out like the feeling was too much for her to bear.
To hear her like this, to see her face masked in something close to ecstasy, was too much for him. Jerking suddenly, he came deep inside of her. He swung his powerful hips back and forth as his orgasm rippled through him, making his legs tremor with a sudden weakness.
Although she had come, she locked her legs tight about his back, holding him inside of her, not wanting to release him just yet. As her orgasm slowed, she needed to have those last couple of seconds of gratification. She didn’t want it to end.
Leaning over her, he took her in his arms and they gently kissed.
“I want you to stay inside me forever,” she whispered, her hair damp with perspiration.
Before he had a chance to tell her how much he wanted the same, the door to his room flew open. Both of them glanced up. They stared at the woman who stood in the open doorway, looking shocked and disgusted.
One
My head was spinning. Not through having too much to drink, although I should have been a little drunk on my wedding night, but because I was trying to figure out how I could get out of what was going to happen next. It was more than just first night nerves. I felt scared at what Nathan was hoping – expecting – to happen next. I knew I should have plucked up the courage to tell him my fears, but it was too late now. In the back of my mind, I thought this night would somehow be different. For the last year since Nathan had asked me to marry him, I had been trying to bury those fears deep inside of me. I tried to put them in the basement and switch out the light. If they were in darkness, perhaps I would forget they were even there, like an old cardboard box full of junk in the attic. But even as we told our parents of the engagement, visited my parish priest, booked the church, planned the reception, wrote the guest list, sent out the invitations, and tried on my wedding dress, I knew this night – this moment would come.
Nathan led me by the hand into the hotel room. I left the door open and he looked at me with his grey eyes. If the door stayed open, then I was putting off
“ Fuck, that feels so good. You’re so fucking horny,” he shuddered.
“Show me how fucking horny you are then,” she whispered, opening her legs wider as if inviting him in.
Sensing her need to be fucked hard by him, he gripped hold of her hair in one hand, and placed the other in the small of her back. She pushed her hips up, grinding them forwards and around, keen to take as much of him inside of her as she could get. Books, paperwork, and a laptop were knocked from the desk as they fucked. They moved frantically against each other. For both of them, it felt as if they needed more, so their pace quickened.
The girl cried out and shuddered as she grew closer and closer to coming. Each stroke of his cock making her wetter and hotter. She felt an agonizing pressure building inside of her, waiting to spill over.
“I love you,” she gasped as that sexual tension throbbed deep within her. She didn’t know for how long she could stop herself from coming. The need to let go was becoming more and more unbearable and she was desperate to feel it.
He pushed himself harder and harder inside of her, sensing she was close to coming by the quickening of her breath. This only heightened his own excitement, and although his balls ached and his cock felt like it was going to erupt, he wanted to hold back – to stave off that building pressure, so that they could come together.
Going taut beneath him, she cried out, “Oh, my God, I’m going to come. I’m going to come!”
She threw her head back, grabbing hold of the edge of the desk so tightly that her knuckles glowed white. Her whole body shuddered violently beneath him, crying out like the feeling was too much for her to bear.
To hear her like this, to see her face masked in something close to ecstasy, was too much for him. Jerking suddenly, he came deep inside of her. He swung his powerful hips back and forth as his orgasm rippled through him, making his legs tremor with a sudden weakness.
Although she had come, she locked her legs tight about his back, holding him inside of her, not wanting to release him just yet. As her orgasm slowed, she needed to have those last couple of seconds of gratification. She didn’t want it to end.
Leaning over her, he took her in his arms and they gently kissed.
“I want you to stay inside me forever,” she whispered, her hair damp with perspiration.
Before he had a chance to tell her how much he wanted the same, the door to his room flew open. Both of them glanced up. They stared at the woman who stood in the open doorway, looking shocked and disgusted.
One
My head was spinning. Not through having too much to drink, although I should have been a little drunk on my wedding night, but because I was trying to figure out how I could get out of what was going to happen next. It was more than just first night nerves. I felt scared at what Nathan was hoping – expecting – to happen next. I knew I should have plucked up the courage to tell him my fears, but it was too late now. In the back of my mind, I thought this night would somehow be different. For the last year since Nathan had asked me to marry him, I had been trying to bury those fears deep inside of me. I tried to put them in the basement and switch out the light. If they were in darkness, perhaps I would forget they were even there, like an old cardboard box full of junk in the attic. But even as we told our parents of the engagement, visited my parish priest, booked the church, planned the reception, wrote the guest list, sent out the invitations, and tried on my wedding dress, I knew this night – this moment would come.
Nathan led me by the hand into the hotel room. I left the door open and he looked at me with his grey eyes. If the door stayed open, then I was putting off
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