Chapter 96 Naughty Night {4}
The taste of her overpowered my restraint. She waded her fingers between us, her fingers encircling round my stretched rod.
"What do you say?" Her lips inched close to my lips.
Damn!
When Karen had indicated that she didn't trust Diane, was this actually what she had meant?
She was a fine, darn seductress.
"Have you been touching yourself?" the question slipped out from my mind.
"Does it matter?" Her eyes sought mine.
I was desperately trying hard to think, her fingers were sending shivers down my spine.
Maybe, it wouldn't hurt to just accept her sweet invitation.
She was horny, and I was horny, so we've both achieved an aim.
Her breath dragged on, fanning my face - aching for my response.
It wouldn't hurt, would it? To fuck her so badly while Karen was deep into sleep.
After all, Karen had rejected my advances, and being reminded of that was painful.
I didn't realize one of my fingers was trailing a line around her puked nipple.
She held her breath for a moment, while having her eyes shut in the thrilling moment.
Tell me, if you were the one - would you perhaps turn down such a temptation?
"Ahh," I groaned, withholding the last of my restraint not to give up to her will.
"How can you let a total stranger take full control of your body?" I asked.
"You think you are a total stranger to me? I see you with Karen all the time whenever you come to pick her on holidays, hear your conversations - and I find myself wanting you the way she wants you.." she explained.
She was a fucking badass, eyeing her roommate's boyfriend.
My cock jerked again as she throbbed harder.
My eyes fell on her lips.
There were fucking full and tempting - the way she flickered her tongue across her lips.
How long had I been standing there, glued and mesmerized by how glorious our meshed bodies would be.
Her hand fell from my dick, reaching for the door. "Maybe, I am wrong. You do not want this as well."
I slapped the door shut again, cupping the savaged boob while pulling her head in for a kiss.
Hot, raw, sensitive and pure kiss.
Well, not really pure but fuck, it felt so right.
Our tongues waded and fought for lost pleasures, reconciled and meshed in a heat of lust.
I picked her up from the waist, jammed her back to the door while our tongues continued an act of fury.
Her boobs were so succulent in my hands, it felt just right that I wanted more.
I cupped both breasts, squeezing them to my delight while she moaned sweet ruptured music to my ears.
I fucking wanted more.
Damn!
I let her legs encircle me for balance, while I cupped her derriere.
Her body was just right for my aching need.
I broke our intense kiss for a while, staring into her eyes. "You know this is wrong," I said.
She was shivering, desperate for more of me. "You can stop here if you want."
How could she say that easily when she as well was hot for me?
"You know, if I'd known you wanted me, asking Karen for a threesome would be much easier," the thought tore from me.
"As much as Karen is a deep sleeper, she would know when a girl touches her." She put in.
That took me by surprise. "You seem to know much about Karen. Are you a bi?"
She took a pause, which had me coming for her lips again.
"Are you?" I pressed on, intent to have my reply.
Our mouths embraced, in a basket of lust and sweet harmony.
I certainly needed to fuck her to nuts. When this was over, I will never come back for more, I promised myself.
"I'm not, bi. Girls are known to become territorial when it comes to their men, I just have to know my boundaries."
I kissed the nape of her neck, squeezed her breasts again until she whimpered in my arms.
"I might have to really fuck you," I let out the words.
Her eyes were subtle, they weren't instrusive or aggressive to my restraint.
"We've begun, let us finish. Or you're really trying to play the faithful boyfriend."
Hell, she was right. I let out a scoff, tugging at her luscious nipples.
"I feel you read me too well," my lips stretched into a smile.
Her fingers waltzed into my mouth again. Our gazes held and I began to suck on them reminded of her juices.
"I'm wet as fuck for you, and all you can do is spread me open however you want me." She told me.
My cock bobbed - however painfully, reminding me of how it badly needed a release.
Spurn by her invitation, I picked her up, placed her frame on the zinc, spread her legs apart and clashed my mouth down her fertile window.
Her fragrance hit me, and I began to lap at her juices.
Her clit heaved and swelled as my tongue danced around her labia.
She was careful not to moan so loud, whimpering and holding on to my hair while her hips arched for more of me.
At intervals, I broke from eating up her public region to kissing her fervently.
Gosh, how could she be wet for me?
I didn't think I could hold it much longer, I needed to fit into her hole.
Bringing myself up, I cradled my staff while guiding its length into her hole.
My breath caught in between.
Damn, it was tight!
And the comparison between her and Karen storm my mind again.
I was tempted to ask her when last she had had a good fuck, but I wouldn't spoil this royal moment with a stupid question.
She bucked up, leaning in for a kiss.
One thrust.
Fuck.
I held still, willing myself not to spill.
"Fuck me," her voice pleaded.
A kiss to her lips, I let loose the dragons in me. I had to clam her mouth shut with one of my hands while I enforced the full fire within me.
She held onto me for support, gasping and letting out soft cries of pleasures.
We heard a creak.
I was quick to grab her by her buttocks before the zinc fell with a thud to the floor.
We both stared to the floor in shock, then at the door - expecting Karen to walk in anytime soon.