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and every time he
branded her with his hungry mouth, her hips moved with his rhythm, quiet cries
escaping from her lips with every breath. Ty added a finger to her torture when
he slid it inside her pussy, testing her resistance before adding another. Her
hands grabbed at his, forcing his fingers deeper inside. Ty’s thumb moved to
press against her clit while he allowed her to pump his fingers into her. As he
watched her through half-lidded eyes, clearly enjoying her reaction to his
attention, combined with the sound of his shaky groan, shoved Sherrie over the
edge into blissful orgasm.
    Sherrie’s
breath caught in her throat and stars exploded behind her eyes as she squeezed
them tightly shut. Her body rose from the bed in one orgasmic surge as she lost
the ability to control her reactions. She heard moans then loud cries and
paused in confusion before realizing it was her making the sounds. Ty’s hand
pulled at her hip, forcing her harder down onto his fingers and pushing deeper
still. He thrust faster and harder as new waves of pleasure sent her body
crashing back down to the bed, the endless throbbing of her climax making her
pussy convulse around him.
    Ty smiled
against her inner thigh as she came back down to earth. He crawled up the bed
to place a hard kiss on her mouth, his lips crushing hers, making her feel
dizzy while she struggled to regain her breath. Sherrie wrapped her arms around
him and spread her legs wide so he could settle between them. Ty hesitated.
    “I just need
to get something from my pocket,” he said, and started to rise. Sherrie stilled
him with a hand on his forearm.
    “Top drawer.” She
pointed to the small bedside cabinet.
    Ty sheathed himself
quickly, gasping as he settled the latex ring at the base of his cock. Coming
back to her, he ran the tip of his dick along her folds before placing himself
at her entrance.
    Sherrie
struggled to keep her eyes open through the haze of need overwhelming her, and
then she felt the tip of his bulbous head nudge between her lips. As soon as he
moved to push against her, Sherrie’s hips arched up to meet him, urging him
inside. Ty slid in to the hilt, aided by her wetness, and she gasped at his
fullness. He placed a hand under her ass, lifting her a little as he slid in
and out of her again. Her loud gasp as he sank even deeper the second time
caused him to pause.
    “Are you okay,
Sherrie?”
    “Don’t you
dare stop,” she half-cried, half-moaned, placing her hands on his hips, holding
him tight.
    His body
reacted to her words. Ty moved gently but firmly, pulling out to the tip before
slamming into her again, one arm supporting his weight while the other pulled
her leg up over his hip. He grunted softly, moving over her, breathing against
her cheek as his thrusts became faster and harder.
      “Fuck! You’re so wet,” he said, “so warm and
wet. Your body feels...God, oh God…” He kissed her urgently, his mouth covering
hers as he moaned with every breath. She felt him pulse inside her, his entire
body shaking in orgasm.
    Ty’s arms
shook as he lifted his body from hers and collapsed onto his back beside her. Handing
him a tissue to wrap the condom in, she pulled a sheet up over her body,
feeling exposed now that the raging lust began to settle between them. He slid
under the sheet with her, nuzzling her neck with his slightly bristled jaw as
he blew out a sigh. “I hope you’re gonna let me stay, because I don’t think I
can move,” he said, his breath tickling her skin.
    Sherrie smiled
and nodded, sinking down beside him at his satisfied groan. His arm snaked
around her torso, pulling her into his chest. She thought about asking him if
he needed the alarm set, but the sound of his gentle snore banished the thought.
    About to drift
off to sleep, Sherrie suddenly found herself wide awake again when a niggling
worry wormed its way into her brain. What
if things got weird at work? Ty might decide he’d had his fun and didn’t
want some