“Thank the lord.”
“I told you I was horny.” The fingers of her left hand bite into my shoulder while her right hand guides the head of my pulsing cock to her slick opening. “I need your cock.”
“You’ve got it.” I lean my forehead against hers. “You weren’t kidding, love.” I sigh as her velvety channel swallows my weeping cock hungrily.
I grip her hips and lift and lower her over my hard dick, her head thrown back, her lower lip caught enticingly between her teeth and soft squeaks huffing out as I slide her up and down my dick.
“I’m too…” she murmurs. “I can’t take much more.”
“Come, baby,” I give her permission. My skin feels stretched taut over my cheeks as her pussy grips me tight with the fluttery pulses of her muscles as she starts to let go. I place my left hand under her ass to give her more leverage and lean in pressing her against the wall and my chest. My lips wrapped around her throat and my teeth sink into the tendons as I suck her sweet taste into my mouth.
“Let go, Nina.” I hold her still and thrust deep. Reaching between our sweaty bodies, I flick her clit with the tip of my finger and she gasps, thrashing, bouncing harder and harder. Her heels biting into my low-back, but I can care less. She wants it and I’m going to give everything to her. I let her writhe over me until she comes apart in my arms.
“Come on, baby.” I lick and suck her throat as I cup her ass.
She rides through the waves of her orgasm, milking my cock with each spasm that starts deep in her pussy as I pump my cock and not two seconds later I come hard. And we both collapse in the foyer of our apartment.
My arms fasten around her waist, my head cushioned by the pillow softness of her breasts.
“How’s that for fantasy, babe?”
“Meet a tall, dark, gorgeous ‘stranger’ in a bar and fuck him senseless?” My head rises and falls with her deep inhale.
I can’t help but chuckle. “Yeah, that’s the one.”
Hunger gleams in her eyes. “Done and done.” She sighs. “Check that one off my bucket list.”
I pull back and kiss her, deeply. My perfect stranger.
TOO HOT TO HANDLE
M y lips curls as I gingerly hold the phone away from my ear to avoid it sticking to my sweaty cheek.
“Well, what am I supposed to do, Ethan?”
“Of course I remember the Stephenson’s .” I remember the Stephenson’s . I lean back against my kitchen counter, the excessive heat almost all but forgotten with the mention of that last name. Do I ever remember that name. My legs turn to jelly so I sit down hard on my large leather ottoman. My sweat slicked legs stick uncomfortably to the leather. I stand back up again, my lip curled. High school. Hot summer night. Lake. Blanket. Virginity. Oh, I remember.
My eyes widen. “Oh, that’s right.” I roll my eyes, sigh, and shake my head all at the same time. “Thank God they do heating and air.”
“Uh, huh.”
“Well, do you have their number?” I roll my eyes again. “Yes, you’re the best big brother in the world, Ethan.” Not if my sarcastic, monotone deliver y has anything to say with it.
“Of course I mean it.” My mouth curls up in a silly smile.
“Give me a minute to find some paper and a pen.” I give up and hold the phone between my moist shoulder and ear, digging around in the kitchen junk drawer for the supplies I need. “Uh, huh.” I write. “Got it!”
“Love you, too,” I reply sincerely. “Kiss, kiss.” I make enthusiastic kissing noises into the phone. “See ya later.” I wait for Ethan to disconnect, then I immediately dial the repairman.
Come on, come on, come on. I tap my bare foot impatiently on the cool black and white tiles of my kitchen floor waiting for someone, anyone, to answer the phone. I study my toes
“I told you I was horny.” The fingers of her left hand bite into my shoulder while her right hand guides the head of my pulsing cock to her slick opening. “I need your cock.”
“You’ve got it.” I lean my forehead against hers. “You weren’t kidding, love.” I sigh as her velvety channel swallows my weeping cock hungrily.
I grip her hips and lift and lower her over my hard dick, her head thrown back, her lower lip caught enticingly between her teeth and soft squeaks huffing out as I slide her up and down my dick.
“I’m too…” she murmurs. “I can’t take much more.”
“Come, baby,” I give her permission. My skin feels stretched taut over my cheeks as her pussy grips me tight with the fluttery pulses of her muscles as she starts to let go. I place my left hand under her ass to give her more leverage and lean in pressing her against the wall and my chest. My lips wrapped around her throat and my teeth sink into the tendons as I suck her sweet taste into my mouth.
“Let go, Nina.” I hold her still and thrust deep. Reaching between our sweaty bodies, I flick her clit with the tip of my finger and she gasps, thrashing, bouncing harder and harder. Her heels biting into my low-back, but I can care less. She wants it and I’m going to give everything to her. I let her writhe over me until she comes apart in my arms.
“Come on, baby.” I lick and suck her throat as I cup her ass.
She rides through the waves of her orgasm, milking my cock with each spasm that starts deep in her pussy as I pump my cock and not two seconds later I come hard. And we both collapse in the foyer of our apartment.
My arms fasten around her waist, my head cushioned by the pillow softness of her breasts.
“How’s that for fantasy, babe?”
“Meet a tall, dark, gorgeous ‘stranger’ in a bar and fuck him senseless?” My head rises and falls with her deep inhale.
I can’t help but chuckle. “Yeah, that’s the one.”
Hunger gleams in her eyes. “Done and done.” She sighs. “Check that one off my bucket list.”
I pull back and kiss her, deeply. My perfect stranger.
TOO HOT TO HANDLE
M y lips curls as I gingerly hold the phone away from my ear to avoid it sticking to my sweaty cheek.
“Well, what am I supposed to do, Ethan?”
“Of course I remember the Stephenson’s .” I remember the Stephenson’s . I lean back against my kitchen counter, the excessive heat almost all but forgotten with the mention of that last name. Do I ever remember that name. My legs turn to jelly so I sit down hard on my large leather ottoman. My sweat slicked legs stick uncomfortably to the leather. I stand back up again, my lip curled. High school. Hot summer night. Lake. Blanket. Virginity. Oh, I remember.
My eyes widen. “Oh, that’s right.” I roll my eyes, sigh, and shake my head all at the same time. “Thank God they do heating and air.”
“Uh, huh.”
“Well, do you have their number?” I roll my eyes again. “Yes, you’re the best big brother in the world, Ethan.” Not if my sarcastic, monotone deliver y has anything to say with it.
“Of course I mean it.” My mouth curls up in a silly smile.
“Give me a minute to find some paper and a pen.” I give up and hold the phone between my moist shoulder and ear, digging around in the kitchen junk drawer for the supplies I need. “Uh, huh.” I write. “Got it!”
“Love you, too,” I reply sincerely. “Kiss, kiss.” I make enthusiastic kissing noises into the phone. “See ya later.” I wait for Ethan to disconnect, then I immediately dial the repairman.
Come on, come on, come on. I tap my bare foot impatiently on the cool black and white tiles of my kitchen floor waiting for someone, anyone, to answer the phone. I study my toes
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