by Lana Hartley
I stand up and slam my hard cock inside her pussy. It’s a perfect fit, the same way a gun fits perfectly inside its holster. I leave my cock in there just for a couple seconds, and that’s when I start getting to work.
I place my left hand on her ass. With the other, a grab her by her hair.
“Fuck yeah, baby,” she moans.
With those three words, I start really giving it to her. She keeps repeating “Fuck” to herself with every hard thrust.
I can’t help myself at this point. I need to pump her full of my load. The thought is too intoxicating. I come with a force I’ve never felt before.
“Oh yeah,” she moans as she climbs off my cock. “That was so amazing.”
I’m fucking dizzy and still full of want and lust. I could get hard for her easily. She really is that goddamn beautiful.
“You don’t think we’re done yet, do you?” I ask. “I plan on making you come about a dozen more times before I’m done with you.”
“After all that, you’ve got a second round in you?” she teases.
“You act surprised.” I smirk. “Let’s go inside,” I say, restarting the elevator.
I help her pick up her clothes and usher her into my apartment when the doors slide open.
“Oh my God,” she softly mutters to herself as I immediately get back to work fingering that delicious pussy as we stumble toward the bedroom.
She crawls onto the bed, spreading herself out like a model. It doesn’t take much for my hard-on to come back. Fuck, let’s be real. It never went away. I could go for days with this woman.
“Impressive,” she says.
“Are you surprised?” I chuckle and crawl on top of her, slamming my cock right back into her pussy.
It’s still incredibly wet. Even more so, actually.
Molly places both of her hands on the back of my head to pull me in for a kiss. It’s the most passionate thing I’ve felt so far with her, and that’s saying something.
She doesn’t let up. She keeps wanting to kiss me as I slowly thrust my cock inside her. I’m not normally used to having such intimate moments with the women I fuck, but I don’t exactly mind. I can tell it’s getting her off. And fuck, it’s getting me off too. This is veering into new territory with her, but I can’t say I’m opposed to it.
I’m tired of missionary, so I place both my hands on her ass and flip her over. Now she’s on top, and she grinds on my cock like a fucking stripper.
I want something a little rougher, so I take her ass in my hands and start forcing her up and down on my cock.
“Oh fuck!” she exclaims.
She uses her right arm to keep her tits from bouncing up and down, but I don’t want my view to be obstructed in the slightest.
“I want to see your tits bounce,” I say.
“Yes, baby.”
She’s extremely compliant right now, ready to give me anything I want. She knows that’s the way it will be best for both of us—letting me take control. I like that in a woman. The last thing I want to hear when I’m in bed with a beautiful woman is hesitation. I want to just go for it. And go for it she does.
She gets off my cock, just for a second, so that she can turn around and give it to me reverse cowgirl. She moans and grinds on my cock. I finally get a real chance to admire her gorgeous ass. It makes me think of how fucking amazing it was to take her ass last night.
“I’m such a dirty fucking girl,” she says.
I chuckle. “Yes, baby, you’re my fucking slut.”
She has me so worked up it’s hard to focus. She’s a
“Punish me,” she says.
I slap her hard on the ass. She lets out a moan. I pause. I don’t want this to end too soon. I want to draw out the feeling of being inside of her for as long as possible.
She turns her head toward me and says, “Keep spanking me, baby.”
I spank her again with the same force as last time. She moans again. We start getting into a rhythm where I spank her to the pace of her grinding my cock.
The spanking really turns her on and she starts grinding faster than I can keep up. I want to mix things up, so I get up from my position.
Now she’s on her hands and knees, same as when I fucked her on the floor.
“Turn around,” I say.
She complies. I take my hard cock and place it between her two gorgeous tits. I cover my cock with her tits and start thrusting.
She softly moans to herself. She even takes hold of her tits and starts rubbing them vigorously against my cock. I don’t even have to move it at this point.
I can’t help but envision coming right now. The only way Molly could be even sexier to me is if she were covered with my cum.
I pump along her ample tits and I make sure she feels every inch of my huge cock gliding along her gorgeous skin.
I explode all over her chest and face and she dutifully licks up every morsel of my cum.
“Yes Daddy, I love when you come on my face.”
“Good fucking girl,” I say as I pump the remaining part of my load onto her.
I could come forever, thinking about her, being with her.
“Let’s clean you off you dirty girl,” I say. I feel the need to see her dripping wet—with water not my cum. “Let’s take this to the shower,” I say.
“Yes,” she says breathlessly and she follows me to the master bath.
She doesn’t leave my side as I turn on the shower. In fact, she cranks my cock as we wait for the water to get to the perfect heat. I’m hard again already, hard for her, always.
We step in.
The water cascades over her lovely body.
I watch, getting more turned on by the second.
I take her and kiss her. She shivers to the touch despite the warm water. She’s like putty in my hands, which is why I lift her up, so her feet are no longer touching the ground.
I rest her gently on my cock and start thrusting her up and down. I start to slow down.
They say in life you should take time to appreciate the little things. And that’s what I’m doing right now. The water beads glisten on her skin.
I take time to watch one bead in particular fall on her shoulder. It slowly drips down until it reaches her tit. It manages to actually land directly on her nipple.
I bend my head and start sucking on her tit. She fucking loves it. She grasps the back of my head to keep me by her tits, and I have no problem with that whatsoever. I stop sucking and start using my tongue to flick the tip of her nipple.
“Yes, yes! Fuck me!” she screams.
That’s what does it for her. She starts to come hard, all over my cock, coating it with her cum as I continue to pound into her. She contracts and convulses around me, and I can feel a rush of adrenaline to my cock. I’m about to come now, even harder than before.
“I’m fucking coming again,” I say.
“Do it on my face!” she says.
Those are the four sexiest words any woman can say.
I stop thrusting to let her get off my cock. She’s on her knees, and she starts sucking my cock. She takes as much of my 12 inches down her throat as she can. She doesn’t let up even a little bit.
It’s odd to say, but we’re almost in sync. It’s like she can sense I’m about to come, so she lets up to jerk me off. That’s when I start to come...hard.
She directs my cock so that my essence lands directly on her cheek. The shower rains down, so it almost washes off the cum as soon as it hits the skin. I move her out of the way because I want to see my load all over her face.
There’s a lot of cum for her to get out, but she keeps jerking me off, making sure to get every last drop out of me.
After her face is already dripping with my cum, she directs my cock toward her tits. There’s still quite a lot left. My assumption was right. Dripping with my cum, she becomes the most beautiful girl I have ever seen in the world.
A few minutes later I’m lying in bed. I let Molly have some time in the sho
wer, so she can have some time to clean herself up. And truth be told, I could use a little time to compose myself.
It’s been a while since I’ve felt so exhausted after fucking, but Molly really puts me through the rounds.
After a few minutes, Molly exits. She has a towel wrapped around her head, but the rest of her perfect body is exposed.
She sees my lying on the bed and asks, “Don’t tell me you want to go another time?”
“I wouldn’t be opposed,” I respond.
“You may be ready, but I think I need a little rest,” she says.
“Fair enough,” I say.
Molly lies on the bed next to me.
Looking into my eyes, she asks with a teasing grin, “You wouldn’t mind if we just stayed in bed all day, would you? I’m not sure I can keep my eyes open if I have to find my way back home.”
“Sure, of course.”
It’s the total fucking truth. I don’t want her to go. I could get used to her in my bed every fucking day. It kind of scares the shit out of me, but not enough for me to make her go.
“And you never know, maybe I’ll want to go for Round Three in just a bit.”
“It’s always on the table.”
She makes herself comfortable. She takes the towel off her head, gets situated under the covers, and falls asleep almost instantly.
I feel happy. And not in an “I just had sex” kind of happy. But a kind that I’ve never experienced before. Where there’s nothing I’d rather be doing than lying here next to her.
The craziest part? I like it. A whole fucking lot. And I don’t know what the fuck to do about it.
And I hold her into the night and can’t believe my luck at finding the perfect girl.
Owen
My arm is asleep, but I can’t bring myself to pull Molly’s beautiful head off it.
She’s sleeping soundly and contentedly. I move ever so slightly, and she sighs.
I wait a few more seconds, before I finally can’t take it anymore; my arm is throbbing in pain. I carefully place her head down on the pillow next to me and gently roll away, as not to disturb her.
It works, and she remains peacefully asleep.
I leave the bed and walk to the living room, stretching and rubbing my sore arm. I have room service on speed dial because it’s convenient, and let’s face it―I’m not much of a cook.
I know that Molly will probably be hungry when she wakes up. This is the second night in a row she’s spending the night with me, and I can’t help but feel growing attachment for her, even though I still have the club and getting back into it in the back of my mind.
A cheery room service attendant answers the phone. It sounds like Mark, but I can’t be certain, so I don’t call him by name.
Yes, I know most of their names by heart. I’m pathetic. I know it.
“Good morning,” I yawn sleepily. “I need breakfast brought to the forty-ninth floor.”
“Yes, sir,” the man says on the other end. “What can I bring you?”
“Hmm,” I say and contemplate the choices.
I pretty much have the menu memorized at this point.
I know Molly will probably want some fresh fruit and oatmeal or something. She seems like she’ll always try to eat healthy, but even I can’t resist the temptation of good food every now and then. I just make sure I get some good iron pumping sessions in if I eat hefty portions.
I order the fruit and oatmeal for Molly, and I order bacon egg and cheese on a croissant for myself. I’ll work out later, and sex with Molly is always a great way to break a sweat, too.
I hang up with room service, and literally as soon as I set my phone down on the couch, my doorbell rings.
I sit there for a second. There’s no fucking way room service is already here. I mean, sure they’re quick, but not that fucking quick.
I walk to the door and open it. Surprise hits my face when I see that it’s Victor standing on the other side.
“Hey, man,” Victor says breezily with a nod in greeting.
He walks past me, right into the kitchen where he proceeds to pop open a beer bottle, helping himself to my fridge while he takes a swig.
“Ah,” he says in a refreshing tone with a gulp. “That’s fucking amazing.”
I have somewhat of an open-door policy when it comes to Victor. He has a key, but he won’t use it unless he asks me first.
Unfortunately, that little setup can’t be reciprocated because he’s married with a bossy-ass wife and a family.
I’m only kidding; I love his girls, but kids aren’t really my thing…or at least, not yet.
“So, how are things with you this morning? How was your night?” Victor takes another sip of the beer and sits down at a barstool at my kitchen island.
“Pretty good.” I nod and cross my arms. “Starting early, aren’t we?” I add, nodding toward the beer.
“That’s it?” Victor raises an eyebrow, ignoring my comment.
“What?” I chuckle and scratch my head.
“I don’t know, suddenly the famous Owen Wolfe becomes shy?” Victor gives me a knowing look.
“I’m not shy,” I scoff. “Just a little tired is all.”
“Why is that?” Victor smirks.
“Come on, dude, quit busting my balls already,” I say.
“You know I like to fuck with you.” Victor chuckles before downing the rest of his beer.
“Dude, you really fucking finished that in a hurry,” I note. “It’s seven o’clock in the damn morning.”
“I was thirsty, okay?” Victor grins. “Besides, you should have one with me.”
“I might when my room service order arrives,” I say.
“I wish I arrived a few minutes earlier, and I would have ordered with you,” he says.
“Here’s the phone.” I hand him my cell.
“Nah, that’s okay. I can’t really stay too long.”
“Gotta get back to the ole ball and chain, huh?” Now it’s my turn to tease him.
“You know it.” Victor nods, too lazy and tired of me making fun of him for so long about his marriage.
“Does that mean you aren’t going to work today?” I ask.
“I have some telecommuting conferences later,” he mentions.
“Cool.” I nod.
“So back to things with you…” Victor drums his hands on the counter top. “How are things going with Molly? Do you have her wrapped around your finger yet?”
I glance down the hallway where my master bedroom is.
“What do you mean?” I ask vaguely.
“I mean how’s the plan working out so far?” Victor slaps my back.
I want Victor to stop running his fucking mouth, but I can’t exactly act suspicious either and raise his curiosity even further.
“So, are you at full seduction level with her yet? Is she just drooling over you and melting into your arms just like you want? Is she right where you want her?”
Victor’s eyes are eager and dazzling like he wants to gossip like a fucking teenage girl.
“Calm down, man,” I say, pitching my voice low.
Jesus Christ. I bet you’re really freaking out right now, aren’t you? Yeah, me too, even though I’m trying to play it cool. But I don’t want Molly to overhear him any more than you do.
“Well, have you at least brought up the membership thing to her yet?” Victor asks.
You know just a few seconds ago when I mentioned that my worst fear is Molly overhearing Victor?
You probably already know where this is heading, don’t you?
Yep, you’re right. Spot on. Of fucking course, she walks in the room at the exact moment that Victor asks about the membership.
I have the fleeting sensation that I’m floating, then my cheeks burn with rage at Victor, because I’m caught.
Wait a second! Maybe she didn’t overhear the entire conversation.
Fat fucking chance, and the next words out of her mouth make me cringe to my core.
I glance at Victor with a look that lets him know I’m going to kill him the first chance I get. I don’t want to make eye contact with Molly, but I force myself to, because it’s what a real man does when he’s cornered. I don’t fucking flee.
She asks the burning question that I already know is coming.
“Owen,” she stammers in disbelief. “Is it true?”
She looks between Victor and me.
“What?” I ask.
Maybe I can get away with playing dumb here?
“Have you just been trying to seduce me this whole time?” Her voice cracks, but she doesn’t cry.
“Yes.” I nod and hang my shoulders. “It’s true.”
There’s no fucking point in denying any of it. She obviously heard it all.
“Why?” Her voice is hurt, broken.
I take a deep breath and look at Victor. He’s staring at the ground remorsefully. The dick.
“I’m so sorry, Molly.” I try to take her hands, but she jerks away and takes a few steps back, away from me.
“I got kicked out of one of your father’s clubs,” I admit. “I thought that if I could get you on my side, you could help me re-instate my membership.”
I omit the part about being able to uphold my date with Crystal. I know that little tidbit will be too much for Molly to bear on top of fucking everything else.
“You fucking asshole!” Molly says.
I stand there and take her abuse because I’m fucking pond scum and I deserve it.
“How could you treat me like this? The lies?” She’s really shouting now. “I trusted you, you fucking dirt bag!”
“Molly, I—”
“Oh, save your fucking bullshit for somebody who cares.”
Molly’s tear soaked expression cripples me. She runs out of apartment, slamming the door behind her. She’s still wearing my oversized t-shirt.
“I’m so sorry, man,” Victor says, and I turn around, remembering that he’s still here.
“Sorry? You’re fucking sorry? What the fuck did you just do?” I shout.
