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Wicked Ties

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

his eyes appeared almost black with lust. “You were saying?” Laura asked, attempting to sound collected. Derek grabbed her waist and suddenly flipped them over on the floor, causing her to squeal. “I really don’t give a fuck right now, I just need to be inside you right now.” Laura shrugged out of her panties for good and hooked one of her legs around his waist, causing their heated centers collide for the first time. She moaned and bit her lip. It was as if Reporter Laura and Slut Laura were battling it out inside her head, and she didn’t know which one to listen to. On one hand, there was sex with hunk of a man on top of her. One the other, was professional credibility and the chance to stick it to Derek, once and for all. “Well, aren’t you romantic.” She dryly remarked as she looped her arms around his neck. “Thought you didn’t care.” He countered and slipped a finger inside of her. “God, you’re so wet for me.” She was. Laura stifled a moan. If that was what he could do with a finger…He was right. This wasn’t about love or about connecting, this was about sex. Laura pushed at his shoulders and looked at him with feverish eyes, “I want you now.” Derek stopped to look at her, his eyes searching hers, “Are you sure?” Laura growled in frustration and used her legs to flip them over once more. With the momentum she hand build and spurred on by the tequila in her veins, she quickly impaled herself on his hard, thick member. They moaned in unison as her walls tightened around ... him. She looked at him and smiled. They were a perfect fit. It was quite said. “Please Derek, don’t act like you care.” She whispered. She didn’t give him time to form a response, instead opting to ride him hard and fast. She was encouraged by the tiny moans and gasps he let out. Over and over, she slammed herself down on him, enjoying him, using him. He pulled himself up to meet her, rocking her body against his. She let out a tiny mewl as he teased her breasts. “Fuck, Laura, you feel so good!” He gasped against her heated skin. She rested her slick forehead against his, enjoying the rhythm of their movements. She spared a glance at his face and noticed his eyes staring at her, with something akin to amazement. “So do you.” She whispered. It was as if she was back at that club listening to him sing to her. She was just…lost in a tidal wave of emotion. It felt as if a damn had broken and there was no way to hold in the inevitable. “Derek…” That was all she could say before her mind exploded into a supernova. He followed her over the edge, falling backwards on to the dirty mattress with her on top of him. As they fought to catch their breaths, reality caught up with her. What was wrong with her? She just slept with a complete stranger, a stranger she was writing a story on! Good job, Laura that Pulitzer’s already on the horizon. Reporter Laura chided her. Well, he was pretty hot, Slut Laura chimed in. “Oh my God…” She breathed against his neck. As she felt his taut skin vibrate, ...