1. West Coast Games - Part Two: The Free Fall


    Date: 8/11/2015, Categories: Fiction, Author: LushStories, Rating: 90, Source: sexstories.com

    for who I am? Even if it means your eyes blaze red hot like they do right now? You can punish me, you know. Maybe I want it. Maybe I need it too. Sometimes I just need to get fucked hard. You’ve always known that about me.” I could smell the champagne on her skin as she leaned back into my chest, feeling the swish of her ass against my groin, trying to throw kindling on a flame that was already burning. “Want me to tell you what Gia and I did in the bathroom tonight?” I inhaled sharply. “You’re pushing me in a dangerous way, Roxy.” She smiled, sliding her hand over the granite counter top. “I sat up here, in this exact bathroom. She wasn’t shy at all. She pushed my dress up and spread my legs and got down on her knees. I was so fucking wet for her, Leo. The things she did with that tongue... sliding it all the way into my hot little cunt, sucking my clit. You should have seen it. The way my thighs were clasped against her face, my hands on the back of her head pulling her in. Damn, Leo, she knew how to eat my pussy so good.” My fingers instinctively pushed deeper inside her, unable to get the image out of my mind. It was all being cooked up in there. Gia’s mouth on her cunt, Roxy leaning back against the mirror as she braced herself. I thought of those red lips on her clit and Gia’s hands gripping her thighs, encouraging her to ride her tongue. “So you cheated.” I watched her reflection in the mirror and Roxy smiled. “I didn’t cheat. Girls don’t count.” “According to ...
    who?” She shrugged. “According to everyone. Or at least the people that don’t always play by the rules like you do, Leo.” She turned to me in the darkness and kissed my stone cold mouth, tugging my bottom lip with her teeth. “Come on, it was just a bit of girly tongue,” she murmured. “Harmless.” My hands squeezed her ass before issuing a hard slap that was anything but gentle. In the dim bathroom lighting, reflected in the mirror behind us, I could see the imprint of my hand on each cheek, like a lick of fire. She cried out. “Do it again.” I spanked her, layering several red prints on top of the set that were fading. Then I was peeling down the straps of her expensive stained dress and sliding them off her arms until the little platinum shift hung at her waist. I cupped her sticky breasts, plying her nipples with my teeth. “That’s why I need you to keep your little slut in line," she gasped. "Is that too much to ask? If you love me, you would.” “Would…” I echoed, feeling an incomprehensible desire for her. “Don’t you know me at all by now?” “Don’t you know me?” She leaned in to press her mouth to my ear. “I want you to fuck my ass, Leo. Right now. Show me. Show me who owns me.” Her eager hands were unbuckling my jeans, impatiently sliding them down. “Because if you don’t, maybe I’ll go back out there and find someone who will.” “Sometimes I hate you,” I breathed. And I did. I hated her for knowing all the right buttons to push. I hated her for tormenting me with my own damned ...
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