Quadruple Duty

I couldn’t help it — I was climaxing in a matter of seconds. Between the heat and his beauty and my already unbelievable levels of arousal, nothing could really be done.

“Ohhhhhh Fuuuuuck…”

My eyes rolled into the back of my head as my orgasm washed over me in one giant, euphoric wave. Down below I could feel the spasms; my innermost muscles clenching him tightly as he pounded his beautiful cock in and out of my pussy.

“Kyle… oh Kyle…”

I breathed his name. Clawed at his back. Wrapped my legs around him and hooked my ankles to draw him deeper inside me. Through it all, he never missed a beat. Never stopped fucking me until my orgasm had wound all the way out to its glorious finish.

I looked up him at last, all sweaty and strong. He wore only his dog tags, dangling from a chain on his chest. Swaying back and forth with every stroke.

“You… you have to…”

I never finished my sentence. Kyle flipped me with one arm and bent me over the couch. The way he handled me was insanely hot. It was rough but not overwhelming. Strong but not scary.

He entered me in a single stroke again, and I grunted like a whore. I loved the way he filled me; the way he felt inside me, especially from behind. His hand were on my hips, just as they were yesterday, only this time nothing separated the flesh of our bodies. We were finally whole — man and woman — connected in the most intimate way possible. The way that forever marks you as lovers. The one way you can never take back…

Kyle screwed me even harder this way, bouncing my smooth round ass off his hard, rippled body. And he was so deep, too! So wonderfully, agonizingly deep…

Suddenly I felt his hands in my hair, and my head being jerked back. The motion was commanding and powerful and wonderfully abrupt.

“In you…” he growled.

It wasn’t a question. It didn’t really require an answer, but—

“YES…”

He was leaning over my back, his face fully immersed in my great tangle of hair. His breathing was heavy now. Fast. He was so close…

“UNGHHHHHHHH!”

I could feel the heat as he exhaled into my ear. Sense the rush of adrenaline and excitement, even before I felt him go off inside me.

Kyle pulled me back hard before he exploded, arching my back and tilting my face toward the ceiling. His cock twitched; once, twice… and then suddenly he was flooding me with his seed.

Oh my God…

His cock was an engine, thrumming inside of me. Pumping me with jet after jet of white-hot, sticky come. I could feel it splashing against my womb. I could imagine it filling me up… and then realizing that image as Kyle finally pulled out of me, leaving me soaked and overflowing.

I collapsed forward on the couch, purring like a kitten. Scissoring my legs together, I could feel him seeping out of me no matter what I did.

“A bit stalker-ish, just showing up like this,” I teased. “No?”

Kyle laughed, long and loud. “If you think this is stalker-ish? You don’t know the half of it.” He wiped his brow with one big forearm and rested his hands on his hips. “Now where the hell do you keep the towels?”

Seven

KYLE

She was wholly beautiful, inside and out. I knew that now first-hand.

And thank God.

It took two or three minutes to clean up, and then we were in her bedroom, sprawled out across her very girlie bed. Sammara’s pretty little head rested absently on my chest, her hair flowing outward in every direction like some crazy blonde octopus.

“So what do you mean the guys ‘love me’?”

I could feel my heart beating beneath her, slow and steady, deep in my chest. It had returned to its regular rhythm fairly quickly, thanks to my training.