Blood rushes through me. I didn’t think it was possible to be any more aroused.
“I’m going to fuck you hard,” I promise.
She grins and reaches up to hold my shoulders, her legs wrapping around my waist. We’re so close now that we’re almost one. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I wonder how both of us will feel about this in the morning.
Then I cast the thought aside. It doesn’t matter. All that matters is that I want Amanda here and now.
Chapter Three
Amanda
I can’t get enough of Lyle. His musky scent surrounds me as I pump his cock in my hand, drawing cries and moans out of him that shoot straight through me. I almost want to toss him down and ride him if it means getting fucked sooner, but teasing him like this is equally arousing. He’s completely lost in the pleasure I’m giving him, his hips bucking forward desperately as he seeks more and more.
His eyes are fluttering in the throes of passion, and the debauched look on his face sears itself into my mind. I want to remember this and know that I was the one who put that look on his face. It makes me feel sexy and powerful as he looks at me like I’m the most amazing thing he’s ever seen.
Then he pushes me away. He’s panting heavily and he braces himself over me. I’m not surprised; I could feel from the tenseness of his body that he was very close.
“Going to fuck me now?” I ask in a low voice.
His voice catches and pure lust flashes across his face.
“I’m going to fuck you hard,” he promises.
I reach out to grip his shoulders and wrap my legs around his hips, drawing him in even closer. Fuck, I want him so bad right now. Then, as his hands grab my hips, a tiny bit of common sense breaks through the fog in my mind.
“Wait,” I gasp.
He pauses. I can feel his body trembling as he forces himself to still, so hard and needy that it’s difficult to stop for even a moment.
“What?” he asks roughly.
“Condom… Do you have one?” I groan.
I don’t know Lyle. He doesn’t know me. We need to protect ourselves. Lyle groans, thinking, and then he straightens and pulls back.
“Jeans… Wallet,” he pants.
He picks his jeans up and fumbles in the pocket, pulling his wallet out. He opens it and pulls out a little packet, dropping the wallet carelessly to the ground once he’s done.
Then Lyle meets my eyes and rips the
packet open with his teeth. My breath catches as I watch his tongue flick out and he drops the ripped packet to the ground. I watch with bated breath as he slowly reaches down, swirling his hips slightly to give me a show, and rolls the rubber over his thick cock inch by inch. I watch with hungry eyes, already anticipating the moment that he’ll be inside me.
“Fuck, please…” I pant.
Lyle surges back toward me, gripping my hips in a bruising hold. I fall back as he lines up, finally, at my entrance, and he meets my eyes before pushing slowly forward.
It’s amazing. The momentary pain at the breach is swept away in lust as Lyle slides inside me slowly, pushing in carefully. We’re both shuddering at the contact, and my thighs flex around his waist as my nails dig into his shoulders.
“Faster,” I moan.
Lyle surges forward another inch and then he’s seated fully inside me, my muscles clenching around him. I can feel every inch of his cock within me, thick and pulsing. We pause for a moment, gasping, too overwhelmed and on edge to do anything else.
When the sudden rush of pleasure fades away slightly and I no longer feel as though I’ll orgasm at the slightest movement, I shift slightly toward Lyle, wriggling my hips against him. He pushes forward accidentally at the movement, and we both groan.
“You feel so good wrapped around my cock like this,” Lyle says, his chest heaving.
“Move,” I tell him in return. “Fuck me hard, Lyle.”