He starts to pull back and thrust harder into me. His hands grip my ankles even harder, a bruising touch that will leave its mark tomorrow.
I squeeze my eyes shut and focus on my pussy squeezing his cock each time it thrusts so deep inside me. I can’t think about tomorrow. I can only think about now.
Sanders speeds up even more, spreads my legs even more and slides deep into me. I think my pussy is being assaulted with arousal at this point. I am being split in half. I’m so wet. I’m shaking. His cum is already filling me up and his cock is about to unload more. We keep fucking like this for an eternity and his cock spurts more cum into me. The feeling of his rock hard cock coming in me again makes my pussy come so hard that it threatens to push Sanders’s cock out of me.
Sanders’s responds in the most alpha male way imaginable. He lifts up my ass a little and pushes my extremely spread legs up to my face, ramming his cock so deep in me the I’m literally screaming out now with desire. It feels like something has burst within me, molten pleasure flooding my body and possessing me like a demon. I shriek; I shudder; I can’t hold my body up.
“I’ve got you,” Sanders repeats. His hold on me is the only thing that keeps me from collapsing.
Well, that, and the hard as steel cock impaling me and loading me up with so much cum I can see it mixing with my own and running out of my pussy. Because of the position that I’m in, I feel it sliding down my ass.
After an eternity of the extreme penetration, my body feels taut. He is still rock hard but his cock has stopped roping cum inside me, so he pulls me to his side. Sliding his cock out, I whimper at the exit, after how deep I was taking him. He cuddles me against him and slides back into me, tucking his arm under my leg and holding it up.
He rolls into me, sliding deep again but with a slow rhythm that fills me up again but hits such different angles. I can’t believe we are still fucking, and I can’t believe that even after all of this, I still want him more.
I have never been fucked like this before. Sanders is like a machine, programmed to fulfill every lustful desire that I didn’t know that I even had.
We fuck like his until we both come again, and we collapse together. He didn’t even pull out and we just collapsed together, spent.
12
Sanders
Stacy stirs in her sleep and I wake up, her movements dragging me out of a restless sleep. I feel my body drenched in sweat, the sheets sticking to my skin, their cold embrace matching the anxious thumping of my heart. I fell for this again - once more, I’m waking up by her side. It seems that, it doesn’t matter how much I try to resist her, our bodies always find the way into each other.
She’s a drug, and a truly addictive one. All it took was one hit and I was hooked on her. No, forget about that - the moment I laid eyes on her for the first time I knew that this wasn’t going to end well… In that moment, I knew I had to have her.
I watch Stacy sit up on the bed, her back turned to me as she runs both her hands through her hair; she looks for her panties, one hand patting the sheets by my side, and slides them up her legs when she finally finds them.
The pink glow of the sunrise finds its way into the bedroom easily, streaming through the drawn curtains and caressing her almost naked body. I’m about to say something when she turns to me; before I even know why I’m doing it, instinct kicks in and I react unconsciously, closing both my eyes.
I only open them back up when I feel the mattress shifting as she gets up. I watch her walk around the bedroom, her half naked body making my cock harden up again, and I have to fight against the urge to simply kick the sheets back and jump on her like a lion would jump on a gazelle. That’s how crazy she makes me.
At first I think she’s going to the bathroom, but she simply stands in the middle of the room, looking around as if she’s on the hunt for something. Which, I’d wager, she really is. Looking back at me over her shoulder, she makes sure that I’m asleep and then kneels in front of the wood cabinet I have right by the bed.
She opens every single drawer, sliding them out one by one and careful enough to be as silent as possible. She’d give a good covert operative, no doubt about that. If I didn’t have such a light sleep, I’d never know she wanted to spy on me. Although, to be honest, I should have realized that, sooner or later, she’d go looking for answers.
She rummages through the drawers for a long time, and then gets up and looks around the room once more. I watch her run her fingers over the books I have piled up on a shelf at the far end of the room, and she even cracks one of them open. Tiptoeing into the closet, she opens the door that leads into it and hesitates, her hand over the light switch. She presses on it for a second, the bright light tumbling into the bedroom, and I notice her turning her head as she tries to find something suspicious inside my closet. But, aside from my clothing, there’s nothing of that in there. Her hand goes back to the light switch and she turns it off with a careful flick of her fingers.
Not finding a thing, she tiptoes her way back into the bed.
She sits on the edge of the mattress and swings her legs up, lying by my side as if she had never left in the first place. I wait for three or four heartbeats, feeling the warmness of her body next to mine, and I finally stir.
“Hey,” I groan, rolling on the mattress and pretending that I’ve just woken up.
“Hey there,” she smiles at me, the round swell of her breasts peeking over the white sheets and inviting me to squeeze them.
“What’s going on?” I ask her, hoping that she’ll come forward and explain why she was snooping through my things. But that’s not what she does. She rubs her right eye with the back of her hand, as if she had just woken up, and yawns.
“Just woke up,” she lies, sliding her body closer to mine, and draping one arm over my naked chest.
“Really? I thought I heard you get up for a moment,” I continue, trying to force her to show me what’s her game, but she just sidesteps me again.
“You must’ve been dreaming,” she whispers, her hand sliding down my chest and worming its way underneath the sheets. I gasp as she curls her small fingers around my cock, and all it takes is one stroke for it to start hardening against the palm of her hand. “Dreamin’ of me,” sh
e continues, her sweet voice making my whole body relax.
“I don’t think --” I start, but the rhythm of her hand starts growing and growing until I’m no longer able to form a coherent sentence. Smiling at me, she slides her free hand down the side of her body and, grabbing her thong, pushes it down her legs.