Her Two Lovers

“I need to fuck your pussy now. I want to come inside that hot little body of yours.”

She whimpered, but let his dick dangle from her full lips. “You didn’t like that?”

“Are you kidding? I loved it. I wanted to come.”

“You could have.”

“Fuck, you’re amazing! And I hope to spill in your mouth sometime. But what I really want right at this moment is to fill that beautiful pussy of yours.”

She dropped her gaze to his hardness. Had he gotten bigger? Sure felt like it.

“That’s one beautiful cock, Chandler.”

His skin warmed. He was well-endowed, no doubt. But words of praise for his manhood had never meant more to him. He didn’t stop to ponder why, just fumbled around for his jeans, grabbed another condom, and was inside her wetness before sixty seconds had passed.

“Janie, you hold me so snug.” He pumped. He thrust. Her tight passage welcomed him. Icy sparks skipped over his skin. “I can’t hold on, baby. I have to come. Are you close?”

Her breath puffed against his neck covered in sweat. “Just touch my clit, Chandler. Touch it, and I’ll come for you.”

He removed one hand from her narrow hip and sifted through her nest of curls to find her swollen nub.

“Yes,” she breathed, “like that. So good.”

As soon as her contractions started, his balls tightened and his own tiny spasms started at the base of his cock and surged forward. Lightning coursed through his body as he spurted his semen into her warm and welcoming cunt.

“Jane!” he yelled, his voice nearly unrecognizable. “Jane, I…I…” One last thrust brought the last stream of cum from his tip embedded deep inside her.

His whole body tightened, shivers rushed through him, nothing existed except him and the dazzling woman who took him within her wonderful body. He collapsed against her warmth as the violent shudders slowed and then ceased altogether. “Wow.”

“Wow yourself, Chandler Hamilton. That was amazing.” She stood, and notes chimed as her firm ass slid over the keys. She began gathering her clothes, which were strewn about the floor.

What a travesty to cover that amazing body.

“So,” she said, zipping her jeans, “I need you there at six o’clock tonight for warm up. We play at nine.”

Chandler didn’t answer. Real life smacked him in the head with a vengeance. Their fuck had been exactly what he’d told her it would be. A fuck. Nothing more. So why had he expected it to mean more to her? Certainly it had meant nothing to him other than sinking his dick in the prettiest pussy he’d ever seen. He’d gotten his rocks off. Exactly what he’d wanted.

“Chandler?” Jane pulled her shirt over her head, covering her beautiful breasts. Her bra still lay on the floor. “Did you hear me?”

He didn’t meet her gaze. Instead he picked his own clothes off the floor and donned his boxers and jeans.

“Chandler?”

He thrust his arms into the sleeves of his black cotton shirt. Fuck. No buttons. Jane had ripped them off.

“Chandler?” Now she was in his face. “So you’re just going to ignore me now?”

Uh, yeah. That had been the plan. But he could no sooner ignore Jane Rock than he could ignore his own cock, which was coming to life just because she stood in the same room as he. “What is it, Jane?”

“I said I need you at the club at six tonight.”

He rolled his eyes skyward. “Six. Whatever.

Her flushed cheeks reddened further. Her dark eyes smoldered, but not with lust this time, with the fire of anger. “You can’t let me down.”

“I never made any promises to you.”

“You did!” She balled her hands into fists. Her whole body tensed. God she was beautiful. “You said if I slept with you—”