One More Time

“Tell me about it. They’re such assholes,” I said.

Chanel started laughing again, the sound filling the auditorium. It was music to my ears, tugging a smile across my cheeks. I looked over at her as my phone filled our small space with light. Her features were soft and supple, radiating with energy as her face filled with the happiness of the moment. These were the kinds of things she deserved. Beauty and mystery. Simplistic desires and laughter. I sat there and watched her as her laughter died down, and then her eyes found mine as she turned her body toward me.

“What?” Chanel asked.

“Nothing,” I said. “Just looking.”

“Uh-huh. You like what you see?” she asked.

“I always have.”

Our eyes connected, and the air in the room became electric. Our lips gravitated toward one another as our hands began to explore. I rolled her over onto her back, feeling her legs part for me as our tongues met in the middle. She was sweet, like the wine she had been drinking at the dance. Her skin was soft and sun-kissed, still heated from our pool adventures but cool enough to send shivers along my spine. Her hand wrapped around me, pulling me as close as she could get me as her hips rolled against my body.

My cock sprang to life as I bunched up the fabric of her dress. Her hands reached for my pants, undoing the belt and fumbling with the zipper. She pulled my cock out, her hand wrapping around it as she pumped me. Pre-cum was leaking from the tip as I shuddered at her touch.

“I need you inside of me,” Chanel said. “Remember, you owe me. You lost the bet”

She tugged my cock toward her as my tip breached her folds. She was juicy for me, wet and ready as her walls swallowed me whole. I sank deep into her, watching her eyes roll back as her legs shook. I sat up on my knees, watching our connection as her juices slathered along my cock. I grabbed her legs and guided them over my shoulders, feeling her hands curl into my thighs.

“Oh, shit. Oh, yes. I love this. Oh.”

I folded her in half, my body resting on the backs of her thighs. She was pinned beneath me as her hands clawed at my skin. I thrust into her, my balls breaking free as they slapped against her jiggling ass. Her lips puckered, and her nipples grew hard underneath the flimsy fabric of her dress. I wrapped my mouth around their clothed tips as Chanel’s moans filled the auditorium.

She was dripping for me. Her juices were pouring from her as my cock throbbed against her walls. I could feel the tip of her clit rubbing against my body every time I sank to her hips. Her smell was intoxicating, and her sounds were perfection. Her thighs contracted, and her toes curled, and I could see the pleasure wash over her as her pussy vibrated around me.

Without a second’s hesitation, her legs slid off my shoulders. I pulled myself away from her and flipped her over, holding her hips up into the air. I slammed my cock back into her juicy pussy, hearing my skin slapping against hers. Chanel was still shaking with her orgasm as I pumped into her, my balls smacking her clit as she rode to her high again.

“Fuck, Rhett. I can’t, I gotta … mm. Oh, fuck, this feels good. Harder. Fuck me harder. Please.”

Her words choked me with their desire as I drove into her again and again. My hands ran up her back as my fingertips played with the tendrils of her hair. I pulled her head back, listening to her groan as her pussy began to pull me closer. Deeper. Tighter than I had ever felt before.

I slammed into her until she was bracing herself against the edge of the stage. I held tightly onto her hips as she bucked back into me. Her perfect ass was jiggling as my fingertips sank into the muscles of her thighs. Her juices were dripping down my balls as they hung low with the need to release.

I heard Chanel’s telltale whimper as she bit into her arm, and then her body released as she cried out into the room.

“Rhett! Yes. Holy shit. How the fuck?”

I grinned deviously as I pulled away from her again. I stood to my feet, kicking my jeans off my legs. I gathered her in my arms, walked her over to one of the props on stage, and then pinned her against it with my body. I pinned her hands above her head and effortlessly slid my cock back in. Our lips connected in a passionate dance as our hips rocked together as one.

Her legs locked around me, and her tits pressed into my chest. I tugged on her dress, freeing them for my tongue as I caught one between my teeth. Chanel’s lewd sounds filled the auditorium, strung with obscenities that pulled goosebumps along my skin. Her tits tasted like sunshine and caramel. I pounded into her, moving her higher and higher up the stage prop as I released her hands.

She wrapped them around my neck, our tongues tangling together in a luscious dance as I felt my hips stuttering.

“Please come. Come inside me, Rhett. Fill me up. Let me feel you. Please.”

Our lips disconnected, and I leaned my forehead against hers. I knew this time, with everything that had been said and done between us this week, I would be done. I would be hers forever, whether she wanted me or not. I opened my eyes and gazed into hers, taking in her hazy look of lust. Her legs tightened around me as she rolled onto my cock, her pussy fluttering around me, begging me for my seed. I captured her lips lovingly, allowing my tongue to lazily dance over hers.

Then, I reared back and slammed into her.

“Oh, shit,” Chanel said.

I slammed into her again as my legs pulled taut.

“Holy fuck. Don’t stop,” she said.

Again and again, I thrust up into her body that caused my head to swirl. I was deep inside her, sunk completely to my hilt, and she was warmer than I could’ve ever imagined. I could hear my cock slipping inside of her as she groaned, our bodies moving as one. Her hands gripped my shoulders and rushed down my back. They massaged my chest and ran underneath my shirt. I could feel myself getting closer as my legs began to shake. I pressed deeper into her, thrusting shallowly as her body began to quiver.

“Come with me,” I said. “Let me hear you say my name.”