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


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

    insecurities. And worst of all, I hated her for making my blood run hotter for her than it had for any other girl before her. I dropped my pants and roughly turned her around until she was facing the sink again. Now I was ready to create some pornography with her. I watched her face in the mirror as I slid into her from behind, gripping her shoulders for leverage, my fingers biting into her flesh. There was that smear of satisfaction in her expression, now that we’d completely come undone. “Mmm… show me who owns my slutty little cunt,” she cried. I held her tight, thrusting, driving myself into her with hard wet slaps. “You’re mine, Roxy. You know that don’t you? You’ll always be mine.” “Fuck, yeah,” she whimpered. “I want you in my ass, baby. Fuck, I need it. Please…” I groaned, transfixed on the sheen of sweat along her the serpentine curves of her back as she leaned low, bracing her forearms on the countertop. Roxy thrust her juicy little apple bottom out at me like Eve in our own fucked up garden of sins. We seemed miles away from our earlier confrontation in the club, even though I could still hear the dull rhythmic pounding of music and the scatter of voices in the hallway outside. They were oblivious to what was going on behind the private bathroom doors. "I'll show you," I promised her. I seized her roughly by the hips, pushing her upper body down low so that she was bent at the waist, with her ass up nice and high. I used my fingers to swipe some of the nectar ...
    from her pussy and then began to slowly push them inside her little knot, carefully warming her up. I was throbbing, oozing pre-cum, ravenous to get inside her. She wanted it, had begged for it. And fuck if she didn’t deserve to get that sweet little ass pounded something fierce after the day we’d had. I didn’t care anymore about the dress I’d bought her, stained and bunched up around her waist, her antics in the VIP, her tryst with Gia or any of her endless head games. I became single minded in the moment, wanting to drive home where she belonged. When I slid into her, I rocked her forward in those overpriced heels and she gasped. Each thrust was deliberate and hard. I watched the soft flesh of her ass bouncing against my groin with each calculated stroke. Her face settled on its side, her cheek against the cool countertop. I heard each sigh, felt each shudder of her body and the way her thighs began to tremble. My hand slid all the way up her back until it was at the nape of her neck, holding her submissive and captive to each thrust. I knew her fingers had found their way to her pussy and she was frantically rubbing her clit. “Oh yeah, just like that,” she sobbed. “Own that ass. God, I’m getting so close.” Her orgasms were always a beautiful thing to me, even in debased moments like these. My arms went around her, pulling her back against my chest so that my hands could squeeze each breast as she turned her face to the side. My tongue pushed impatiently past her lips as she ...
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