1. Pure Obsession (Finn) - Chapter Three


    Date: 10/2/2014, Categories: Reluctance, Author: SITTING, Rating: 23, Source: LushStories

    until it fell to the floor. We stumbled unseeingly through the kitchen and towards the couch. My hands dug into her ass, and I ground against her, feeling my cock slip between her legs and press hard against her wet pussy. She groaned into my mouth as we fell back onto the couch, her on top, the two of us grinding against each other shamelessly. I loved the sheer wilfulness of the moment. We both wanted it so badly and the heat between us was consuming. I couldn’t think of anything but her. Her tongue in my mouth, her pussy pressing down so hard against my cock. There was an ache in the pit of my stomach. She was moving back and forth, her wetness covering my cock, relinquishing any friction that might have existed. I could feel the head against her entrance and I grasped her waist, pulling her into place so I could slowly, painstakingly push inside her. “God…” she breathed, and I stole a look at her face to see her eyes screwed shut, her lips parted as she sucked in air. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” I hissed, and I pushed the rest of my length inside her so she was impaled on my cock, the two of us joined together in the most intense, transcendent way. I was throbbing inside her, ecstatic at being there again; almost unable to believe I’d pulled it off. The heat was almost unbearable. I started fucking her in short thrusts and she moved with me, her hands pressing against the back of the couch as she rode my cock in a way that seemed inappropriately graceful. She felt so ...
    tight around my cock, like I had filled her completely, like we were meant to be. I pulled her close, pushing deep inside her and holding her there as she ground against me, and I kissed her neck hard, running my teeth along her silky skin. She was so perfect. I wanted to live in that moment forever, with her gasping in my ear, and her pussy gripping hard onto my cock. It was my brand of heaven. I gripped her waist and started fucking her hard, feeling her body shake each time my cock disappeared inside her. She pushed back, keeping the pace as much as she could, her moans spurring me on as I rammed up inside her over and over again. I loved the way she gasped every time I thrust my hips upwards and buried my cock to the hilt. I could hear the sounds of our sex, that unmistakeable wet sound of unabated desire that left no room for guilt or reservations. I was sweating, wishing we’d undressed fully, but unable to stop myself fucking her hard and fast. “God, this feels so good…” she whined. My eyes drank in her body, fuelling the fuck. Her face was flushed, her hair a beautiful mess and her mouth hung open, her breathing haphazard and uncontrolled. I let go of her waist and tangled my fingers in her hair, pulling her down and kissing her hard, my tongue practically down her throat. She responded with equal fervour, her tongue wrestling with mine, not to tame it but to control it and yet neither of us backed down. I could feel her pussy so goddamn tight around my dick; it felt ...