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Wicked Ties

Date: 1/31/2015, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Male/Female, Author: nickeduardo25, Rating: 89.5, Source: sexstories.com

slightly closer to him. “Would you be telling the truth?” Derek licked his lips, drawing her attention to his plump lower lip. “Nope. But…” She didn’t know where this new-found boldness was coming from. On the record, she blamed it on the booze. Off the record, she knew she was only doing what she’d wanted to do ever since she first saw him. Laura lowered her face only inches away from his, enjoying the way she could feel his warm breath tickle her skin. He brought his hands to her waist, where they strategically started moving south, before landing on her round, firm ass. Laura couldn’t help the shudder that passed through her body. “But what?” She whispered. God, why did he have to be so devastatingly beautiful? He grasped her ass and pulled her down further, allowing her to feel the bulge in his pants. “But somehow, I don’t think you care.” He said. Laura grasped the bottle in her hands, uncorked it, and swiftly finished it. She looked at him through hooded eyes. “You’re right. I don’t care.” With that, she threw logic to the wind and kissed him with all she had. After a second of uncharacteristic hesitation, he responded with equal favor. Laura could taste the cigarettes, the booze, and something indescribably him on his tongue. She could feel a fire starting to crackle in the pit of her stomach, a fire that wouldn’t be extinguished by anyone but him. God, she really did belong to a trashy tabloid! Derek tangled his fingers in her curls, and she moaned at the feel of his ... hands roaming her skin. He brought his hands to cup her breasts as she grinded herself against him, wanting the friction, no, needing it. He tore off the buttons of her shirt, effectively exposing her to him. “Hey, that was my favorite shirt!” Laura yelled at him and slapped his bare chest. He laughed heartily, “I could tell you I’ll buy you a new one, but really, who are we kidding here?” “Ugh…you’re so…Ugh!” Laura kissed him again and tangled her fingers violently into his raven black hair. Derek smiled against her lips, “Right back at ya, baby.” As her hands freely roamed the planes of his hard muscles, she finally reached her destination. Laura pulled down the fly of his pants and grasped his cock in her hand. “Don’t call me that,” she said, her voice low and dangerous. Derek closed his eyes, allowing himself to get immersed in the feel of her hand wrapped around him. “Yes, Ms. Bale.” He managed to breathe out. As she continued to work him to oblivion, he slowly started maneuvering her skirt up to her waist. His hands grasped firmly around her inner thighs, only inches away from where she wanted him, and he hooked his thumbs through her panties. “No, no, no!” Laura managed to gasp out. “You are not ripping those, they were expensive.” He started pulling them down her legs gently, thrusting into her hand playfully at the same time, “Looks like someone learns fast.” Laura giggled and tugged at his cock a little harder than was necessarily pleasurable. His breath hitched and ...