her hips toward him as he stepped forward. He began rubbing her slit with his hard girth. Kate arched her back, making herself more accessible. She moaned softly as she felt him rubbing against the folds of her tender flesh—it was intensely erotic. He reached around with one hand and began rubbing her clit in a circular motion. He did this as he thrust into her wet core, then he slowly pulled almost all the way out. He continued his relentless circling as he moved in and out of her body. Kate could feel herself clenching deep within and he began pushing her higher and higher.
“Oh , Neil,” she cried, feeling herself beginning to pulsate. With his other hand, Neil began rubbing her nipple. The moment it became stiff, she came hard, choking out his name amid cries of pleasure. Neil moved both of his hands to her hips as he picked up speed. He found his release, crying out her name and telling her how good she felt. He pulled out of her and she sunk down to the floor; her legs had become wobbly from the position and the indescribable pleasure.
“That was amazing,” she said , looking up at him. “I’d like an instant replay please,” she said glancing coyly through her lashes.
“Then you shall have one, my beauty. How about after our bath?”
“It’s a date,” she said, reaching for his outstretched hand. He drew her body to his, embracing her and whispering over and over just how much he loved her.
Chapter 3
Roger woke up to find a woman in his bed. At first, in his grogginess, he thought it was Kate. His mind was so focused on her. Thoughts of her consumed him and he swelled in his boxers. He wanted Kate so fiercely, but he was stuck here with a stand-in. Rose didn’t hold a candle to Kate, but she was fun to fuck. Maybe he’d let her live after all of this but it was so tempting to kill her. She didn’t have anyone in her life who would miss her. She was just a horny bitch willing to go to bed with him the first night they met. Kate would never do that.
He and t he new Rose, that he had only met a week ago, had been inseparable the last few days except for working. He had cooked dinner for her and she had spent the night. He reached his hand out to touch her hip as he moved closer, pressing his body against hers. She felt his hardness and instinctively wiggled her perfect ass up against him, stirring his desire even more. It was six a.m. and he figured that they had plenty of time to fool around before she had to get ready for work.
He began kissing her neck and she stirred, moaning softly. He was ready to go and he pressed his hardness against her backside again. He then snaked his arm under the sheets and glided his hand from her breast, down her stomach, to the area nestled between her legs. As his fingers reached her sensitive flesh, she lifted her leg slightly to give him better access. He rubbed slowly and gently until he slid his finger inside of her to feel her wetness. He pulled his finger forward to the clit and began swirling and tantalizing her. She moaned and pushed against him again. She was just as ready.
Roger raised her leg to rest on top of his. She was now open enough for him to slip into her tight wet sex. As he penetrated her, she exhaled loudly and moved her head back toward him. He continued playing with her clit, drawing her closer to orgasm. He began to feel her pelvic muscles tighten around him and her breathing became more ragged. Then she exploded, spasming and moaning out his name. His movement picked up as he drove harder into her, coming inside of her wet heat. He cupped her breast as he released himself into her.
He really didn’t care if she had an orgasm or not but he had learned when he was younger that he needed to give women what they wanted if he was going to keep them around. Rose could prove to be a useful bitch at some point so he’d keep her around for now .
“Now that’s what I call a good morning,” she said, giggling. “I could wake up like this