Eric (Men of Honor 2)

I went in for the kill, pulling out all the stops. I ate her pussy so well and thoroughly that she had to damn near smother herself with a pillow to keep her screams in check. Just what I wanted! As soon as she started twitching and her legs began to shake, I knew it was time.

I pulled my tongue out quickly and glided up her body, dick in hand. By the time I had the tip in, she was glaring daggers at me. I gave her my best smile and hoped she let me fuck even though I was being a pig because if she told me she was too sore to take me again, I would most definitely stop…maybe.

Thankfully she just gave me the stink eye, but a couple fingers manipulating her clit soon put paid to that, and before you know it, she was moaning and groaning as she wildly impaled herself on my cock. Now I was the one cautioning her to be careful before she hurt herself.

She made some kind of noise that you’d only hear on the animal channel and dug her nails into my ass, pulling me in harder. When she sunk her teeth into my chest, I knew she was about to put me through my paces, so I hung on for the ride. And fuck me, did she go for it.

She rode my cock while on her back, something I’d never seen before. The way she moved her whole body as she took me in, slamming her pussy down hard on my rod each time I stroked up into her was almost too much for my dick. I was close to cumming way too soon because of the workout she was giving my dick.

I could only look on in amazement as she went nuts on my cock. The guttural sounds she made were new, but I loved the sound of them and wanted more. So I bit her nipple, hard. She tried to break my dick in half.

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JUSTINE

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I played possum the next morning after a night of… well, debauchery. It’s the only word that fits. I’m too embarrassed to face him the fiend, and he knows it too. “Not getting up to see your man off?” He smacked my butt none too gently and pulled the sheet away, leaving me exposed. I felt a blush cover my whole body and buried my head even deeper into the pillow.

“Ignoring me, are you?” I yelped when I felt his teeth in my ass cheek, but the yelp soon turned into a long low, drawn-out moan of pleasure-pain when I felt his tongue on me, in me. I eased up and back as he slid into me from behind minutes later. I was too sore for this, but it felt so good I couldn’t resist spreading my legs wider and giving him better access to do as he pleased.

When he reached around and found my swollen clit my eyes closed on a sigh of intense pleasure, and I pushed back even harder, letting him know that I was up for anything. People always say the best revenge is living well; I think if my ex and especially his wife knew how much better Eric is in bed, they’d try to do me in.

It’s probably horrible of me to think this way; Sam had been my childhood sweetheart after all. But he was nowhere near Eric when it comes to lovemaking, and if that thought makes me a bad person, well, so what. Sam never made my toes tingle like this; he damn sure never made my back feel like it was going to crack either.

“Oh…shit, Eric!”

“Where did you just go in your head?” How does he always do that? How does he always know? I’m not dumb enough to tell him the truth, so I told a little white lie. “I’m right here with you.” I guess I wasn’t convincing enough because his next stroke in lifted my knees off the bed and knocked my head into the headboard.

He fucked me so hard my body shook all over the place like a ragdoll; he had a point to prove. I guess I deserved it, so I bit my lip and didn’t complain. By the time he pulled out after cumming inside me enough to have it running out of me and down my inner thighs, I was a mess.

“I gotta get going, babe.” He kissed my spine before getting off the bed and heading for the shower. Once again, I found myself left with barely enough strength to roll onto my back and stare up at the ceiling. I wish I could wake up like this every morning for the rest of my life, sore muscles and all.

I’ve never felt this loved and cossetted in my life, not until Eric. He makes me feel young and carefree, and if I’m honest with myself, it’s the first time in my life that I’ve been this hopeful about the future. Something I haven’t had since I was a young starry-eyed kid caught up in the heady passion of the first throes of puppy love.