“My ass?” she laughed, enjoying the sensation of his cock at the apex of her rear. She pushed back into him increasing the pressure. It caused her muscles in her pussy to contract.
“Damn, that feels so good,” he murmured as a bell dinged indicating the fourth floor, and the doors slid open. He passed her quickly in the hall, key card out in a flash, and the door of his suite pushed open. She was right behind him passing under his arm. She hadn’t taken two steps when he swept her into his arms, and took five more steps and they were in the center of the living room. He set her down behind the sofa that faced the large screen television.
“Get undressed, Ronnie,” he commanded. He wasn’t wasting any time. Neither was she. She unbuttoned her blouse, and he already had his T-shirt off.
“In a hurry,” she teased, allowing the soft silky shirt to slide down her shoulders to the floor.
“Yes, I want to bury my cock in you, baby. Fuck you until you scream my name.” His pants were undone, and he was pushing out of them. Ronnie kicked her heels off, and he stood only in his boxers.
She wasn’t fast enough for him though. His arousal and desire for this woman was almost painful, and he was taken aback by it. He missed her today, and for him it had been unsettling to say the least. Ronnie still wore her skirt, and he wasn’t waiting any longer. Taking her by the shoulders, he turned her away from him, and at first she seemed to resist, but his hand slid between her legs from behind. He found her core, cupped her pussy, and pushed her legs apart. He slipped his hand around the front and tugged her panties down off her hips. She instinctively bent over the back of the sofa. He finished pulling them down her firm thighs, and she stepped out of them. His left hand stroked upwards until he cupped her again, holding her womanhood, feeling the heat. He could feel the muscles inside trembling. His right hand pushed her down more, so she was bent over and holding herself up with her arms on the seat cushions. He coaxed her to bend all the way over. He slid a finger inside her, and was delighted she was already wet for him.
Her moans encouraged him, and her breathing began to increase in tempo. He felt her relax, and then he hitched up her skirt higher, so he could see her lovely ass, his palm itched, and he had the urge to slap it, but instead caressed it. He didn’t think she would be ready for that yet. But someday, maybe. He let his hand slide up her back again, all the while finger fucking her with his left hand, in an and out, slowly.
“Oh, yes, Nikko, that feels good,” she murmured when he stroked her back and then stroked back down to her ass. Her ass began to squirm, and move, to undulate. He needed to be in her. Needed to feel her pussy squeezing his shaft. Releasing her ass with his right, he lowered his boxer briefs enough to let his cock spring free. He took the condom he removed from his pocket and quickly put it on. He grabbed himself, and ran his cock along the crack of her ass, and felt her tense nervously; yes, that would be later too he thought, and then trailed his cock down to her pussy. He put the tip inside but just the entrance, getting it wet. Then he rubbed it along her ass cheeks, and then back down again.
“Bend down, more, baby,” he encouraged, and she complied needing him to be inside her as much as he needed it. Her legs were beginning to shake in anticipation.
“Fuck me, Nikko,” she began to beg. “I need it.” Like she needed air.
He was willing to comply. Not knowing if she was ready or not, Nikko, placed the tip of his cock at her entrance, and charged. She took him, all of him. In one swift stroke he slammed his cock into her and quickly pulled out, and slammed in again, balls to the wall.
The noise that came out on those two thrusts from him was garbled, but his cock swelled from the heat and the tightness. She was snug, and he loved the feeling of her pussy around him, sucking at him on the withdrawal, and pulling at him on the re-entry. He couldn’t control his need, and just kept plunging and fucking, thrusting as she rocked back against him, joining in the frenzied rush to reach climax.
He knew he was going to come, and come fast, but he could also tell she wasn’t close yet. “Ronnie, I’m going to . . .,” he tried to warn her, but too late. Clenching her hips from behind with both hands now, he thrust into her, holding her tightly, probably leaving marks on her, claiming her, he spilled his seed as his balls clenched and tightened until his release was spent.
Not wanting to leave her without her release for long, he pulled out, and flipped her around. The look on her face was frantic, she hadn’t had her orgasm, but he would soon rectify it. Lifting her onto the edge of the sofa, he planted her there, and taking his hand, he inserted two fingers into her. He felt her pussy grip his fingers, and her eyes go wide, as his thumb made contact with her clit. He fucked her with his hands, applying constant pressure. Her breathing quickened, and she began to moan.