“Take me, Julian. Please.” She begged him. Her pussy was on fire. She needed him inside her.
He cupped her ass lifting her up in his arms. She’d never had sex against the wall. The men she’d been with hadn’t the strength to lift her. Julian didn’t appear to struggle at all. The strength inside his powerful arms made her pussy weep. He was strong, sexy, and wanted her.
She watched as he aligned his cock to her pussy and then slammed inside her in one smooth thrust. They both groaned, the sounds echoing off the wall of his bedroom.
“So fucking tight.” Julian pulled out only to fuck back inside her. His strokes were rough, hard and relentless. She clawed at his back trying to hold on. His cock stroked every inch of her pussy demanding to go deeper within her.
She bit her lip to try to contain her sob of pleasure. It was too much. It wasn’t enough. His fingers dug into her ass while his teeth sank into the flesh at her neck. She knew his marks would be all over her body. Her hips were already bruised from his loving the night before. The finger marks would constantly remind her of the hardness inside Julian.
“I’m close,” he growled against her neck. “I want to feel you come around my dick. I want to remember this for the rest of the day.” His hands went to her hips. He moved back a step to change the angle of her hips. His cock bumped her cervix. The pleasurable pain he created had her shooting towards orgasm. She was standing at the edge, and all she needed was a little to push to send her over the precipice.
She growled in frustration at being denied her release.
“Come for me,” he demanded. He pumped his hips pushing his cock further against the cervix. She felt the tip rubbing against her so deep she didn’t know where he began and she ended.
“I can’t. I need more.” She moaned with frustration. The pleasure was too much. She needed him to send her over the edge or stop. Heather didn’t want him to stop. She wanted to come, badly.
“Play with your clit.”
“I can’t.”
“Please, Heather, baby. Play with yourself. Let me feel you come.” She opened her eyes to stare at him.
Sliding her hand between them she grazed her swollen clit with her fingers. She was sensitive.
“That’s it, baby. Play with your clit. Let me feel you come apart. That’s a good girl.” Sweat dripped off their bodies, the cool air forgotten with the need to fuck.
“You’re close. I can feel each ripple of your cunt around me. I’m going to spunk inside you. I want to feel your cum around my cock. You’re so wet and juicy. Come for me, baby.” His words helped her take the next leap. She came apart in his arms, her fingers caught between her body and his. He plunged inside her repeatedly, the extra sensation of his cock sending her orgasm into a new universe of sensation.
Her screams filled the air, followed by his growl of release. She felt the kick of his cock inside her. His cum shot inside her. She’d never felt anything like it before. His cum filled her pussy up.
They both came down.
Then she remembered they’d forgotten a condom for the second time. What should she say to him? She didn’t want to spoil the moment.
“We need to get showered. You can wear some of my clothes,” he said, kissing her shoulder.
She nodded her head, disappointed with how quickly he gained composure.
“Hey, I’m protecting your reputation at work. I would never want our relationship to get in the way,” he said, cupping her face with his palm.
“How do you know what I’m thinking?”
“Your eyes. They’re expressive, and I know exactly what you’re thinking. I want to spend the rest of the day here with you, but I can’t.”
Heather smiled at him then followed behind him into the shower. His semen dripped down the inside of her leg. She felt torn. Should she tell him she wasn’t on the pill? He began to wash her body, and all thoughts of condoms, or lack of, left her mind.
****
Julian dropped her off at home. She wore one of his white shirts and running pants. They swamped her figure, but he couldn’t help but admire her. She looked damned hot in anything she wore.
Before she left the car he requested she wear a thong with a skirt. She’d shot him a look of annoyance. He expected her to argue with him. Instead, she nodded her head then got out of the car.
He couldn’t recall a time when Wednesday mornings were so much fun. The middle of the week was usually a bore to him. Heather kept everything fresh. He chuckled, thinking of the way she’d turned on him, tickling him back. It had been so long since someone fought him back. He liked it. Other women would have lain there pouting at him. Most of the women he dated were cold on the outside as well as on the inside.