Reasonable Doubt: Volume 1 (Reasonable Doubt 1)

I was utterly speechless, but I couldn’t deny how horny I felt right now. Remembering what he’d said on the phone, I lowered my head to taste him, but he stopped me.

“Not tonight.” He pulled a condom out of his pocket, and kept his eyes on me as he put it on.

Leading me to the couch, he sat down and pulled me into his lap.

I leaned forward to kiss his lips, but he quickly repositioned me so I was facing away from him. Then he teased me with the head of his cock—rubbing it against my slit. Again and again.

“Remember how you said you wanted to ride me until I came inside of you?” he whispered into my ear. “How you wanted to grind on me until I begged you to stop?”

“Yes...” I moaned.

He pushed me down by my shoulders and sank me onto his cock, burying himself to the hilt inch by inch. The further I slipped onto him, the more he groaned. The more he said my name.

When he was completely inside of me, he held me still and pressed his lips against the back of my neck, letting me adjust to his length.

The feel of him was like nothing I’d ever felt before. It was intense, powerful, addictive.

“Ride me, Aubrey...” He pushed me forward. “Fucking ride me...”

I took a deep breath and rocked against him, slowly stretching my insides further and further. I could barely maintain a rhythm; the fullness of him was almost too much, and he was rubbing my clit with his thumb—driving me insane.

“You feel so f**king good right now...” He yanked me back by my hair. “Don’t f**king stop.”

I held onto his legs to steady myself, slightly lifting my body up and down. I tried to finally establish a tempo, to finally take control.

“Andrewww...” I couldn’t handle his c**k anymore. “I’m...I’m about to cum...”

“No.” He gripped my hips harder than ever. “Not yet.”

He suddenly stood up, with me still impaled on his cock, and bent me over. “Grab that table and don’t let go.”

My fingers clutched the edge of the coffee table and he pounded into me again and again, smacking my ass each time I cried out.

“I told you I was going to own your pu**y,” he whispered harshly. “Don’t cum until I tell you to f**king cum...” His c**k was throbbing inside of me, and my muscles were clenching with his every stroke.

“Fuck....Fuckkkk!” My legs were starting to give out as an intense pressure built inside of me, as he f**ked me relentlessly. “Andrewwwww...”

“Don’t let go.” He warned, but I couldn’t help it.

My orgasm took ahold of me in a rush and I collapsed, falling forward. Before I could land face first onto the coffee table, he pulled me back and continued pounding into me until he reached his own release.

I shut my eyes and leaned back against him, panting heavily as we both tried to catch our breath. Several minutes later, Andrew gently lifted my hips and pulled out of me.

He stood up, and I watched him as he walked into the kitchen and threw the condom away. He picked my fallen towel up from the floor and walked back over to me.

I made no move to get up, but I re-wrapped the towel around myself.

“Is there anything you didn’t lie to me about?” His voice was a whisper.

“Yes...”

“And what would that be?”

“I did miss you...”

He raised his eyebrow, keeping the rest of his face stoic. Expressionless. He started to buckle his pants, not taking his eyes off mine.

I was hoping that he would say something, anything, but he didn’t.