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My hand travelled up from her thigh, on over her body to cup at her breast. I could feel that nipple prod against my palm as I felt her up, let my fingers sink into her supple flesh, feel her out as I kissed my way up her neck to her ear. I suckled at her lobe, tugged upon it as my body pressed to hers, slowly pushing her back towards the bed.

I wanted her bad, and already that fact was plainly clear by the bulge in my groin. My cock was rock solid, and I wanted to be inside her desperately.

She set aside the empty wineglass, her eyes upon me and I could only describe her gaze as smoldering. She was shy, sure. Reserved, a little. But her legs spread softly, as if I wouldn’t notice, and her lips dropped open and let out a little whimper as I kissed and nipped her neck and ear.

How long had I dreamed about doing this? Yet never, no matter how wild they got, did I think she’d call me up, asking me to bang her raw, get her pregnant with my seed. That was out of the realm of even my fantasies, yet it was quickly becoming my reality.

For years I’d been so careful with girlfriends, never wanting to be stuck with a kid I didn’t want. Always packing condoms despite my urges to trust in the pill and enjoy some raw sex. But now I got to have it, and better yet… I’d get to knock her up and not worry about the consequences.

My hand slid back down from her breast to her leg, I rubbed over her smooth thigh, then on up underneath her dress, my grasp tightened about her hip, thumb rubbing inwards. I was just dying to get in between her legs, and I felt out the source of her feminine heat.

“God,” she muttered, her head rolling back into the pillow, her body arching upwards, breasts thrust into to air as her legs spread further for me. She was already so damn wet, her panties soaking, and I rubbed them into her, making her writhe beneath me. That shyness was quickly fading away as she moaned, and it was such a familiar sound from her movies. I wondered how into it she got, all those people watching as she pretended to get fucked.

I guess I’d soon find out how good her acting really was.

I rose up over her, looking down at her beautiful body, face so flush, watching her writhe as I rubbed her cunny. I rolled my shoulders back and slowly slipped off my jacket before I began to work open my shirt. I’d let her appreciate my body, how well I’d taken care of myself in the years since we’d last been together.

My shirt came off and then I reached up beneath her dress, to hook my fingers into her panties and slowly peel them away from her quim and off her legs. I gave them a toss onto the nightstand, letting them hook around my wine glass as I got back over her, my black pants bulging with my desire.

Her hands kept trailing over me, manicured nails teasing my skin as her legs spread, wider and wider until I was able to comfortably fit between them. Her dress pulled up, I could see the perfectly smooth slit, the dainty little labia as her sex parted for me, the petals already so damp.

She smelled clean and fresh, and she even flushed as she saw me looking at her prized pussy, the thing I’d thought about while beating off on more than one occasion, and it was even better than I could have imagined.

I reached down and undid the buckle of my pants, ignoring the look of appreciative awe on her face as she stared at my chest. I tugged open the belt, then undid the pants below before shimmying out of them and my boxers.

When my rock hard dick sprang free, I could see the look of surprise on her face. I was big, my cock so veiny and pulsating. It was a good looking dick. I knew that. I’d had enough girlfriends be impressed to know it was true. And now I was angling my hips down to nudge against her slick petals, to tease her honeyed quick with my thick fuckrod.

Her gaze kept following my cock, though, not tilting back and pretending like I was her husband. She was staring with desire, licking her lips as her inhibitions slowly melted away. I supposed she somewhere along the line decided that if she was going to sleep with someone not her husband, she was going to enjoy it, because she pressed her breasts up from under the dress, squeezing her left tit as she watched me tease her cunny.

I was happy to oblige, because it was a dream come true for me. The girl of my dreams, mine at last. If only for a night.

I brought the bulging, purple tip of my cock on up to the apex of her slit, teased her clit and made her shiver. That was so very satisfying, and I worked my dick on down again, slowly sinking my loins into her pussy. The sight of those puffy labia blossoming around the crown of my cock before swallowing me up as I sank on in was gorgeous. I got carried away with it all, and thrust the rest in, the two of us watching my veiny shaft vanish into her slick, honeyed canal immediately.

“Oh God,” she gasped, but never did she tear her eyes away as I impaled her upon my thick shaft, spreading her open so lewdly.

Her hand squeezed her breast harder, shivering in delight as she ground against me, her pussy so tight and wet. It was li

ke a perfect little sleeve, and she was already desperate for me, her breathing becoming quicker, her nails digging half-moons into her firm chest.

I reached up, pulling down the shoulder strap of her dress to expose her other tit to my gaze. Grasping hold of that fleshy, supple mound, I only then began to pump into her. Rocking my strong hips to tug my cock from her tight little cunny, only to then thrust it back in. Though honestly, the tight pull of her depths helped there. I barely felt like I could tug back a few inches without her grip hauling me back in.

I found myself moaning uncontrollably, my cock throbbing inside her as I looked down upon her beautiful form. Damn, she truly was more gorgeous than ever.

Especially with how into it she seemed. Maybe she’d just been nervous, shy at first, about needing my help. Needing to rely on her old high school flame to come and knock her up.

But now that I was deep within her, fucking her just right, her body came alive and she writhed for me.

“Oh God, Alex,” she moaned my name. “God, I couldn’t stop thinking about this.”

If one of us were to confess that, I thought it’d be me. To hear her say it? Surreal. But it only fueled my passions, made me fuck her harder, faster. Pound my hips down into her. We weren’t kids anymore, we were grown up and ravenous, and I wasn’t going to hold back.

The slap of my balls against her ass resounded, filling the room as I groaned and pounded harder. Harder. My fingers sank into her breast and I clenched its supple curve so tightly as I enjoyed its feel.

“Fuck,” I cursed aloud. “I’ve dreamt of making you my fuck toy for so damn long!” I said in a husky, groaning voice.

Some women might have been put off on that, but not Clarissa. No, her legs just kept crawling higher upon my hips until I was forced to grab both of them, putting them over my shoulders and letting me ram in deeper, harder, battering against her cervix as her tits jiggled.

She was screaming beneath me, warbled cries of pleasure and desire. It was crazy how fast she’d gone from a reserved and closed off woman to this absolutely out of control slut upon my dick, but I was grateful for the fact.