1. The Guy Next Door - Part Four


    Date: 9/29/2015, Categories: Reluctance, Author: SITTING, Rating: 16, Source: LushStories

    thinking. My desires had been doing the thinking for me. They’d made me obey Cooper’s ridiculous demand to fetch the lube and they’d stopped me running and now they were uber-excited that I was about to get a serious fucking. Stupid desires. Stupid body. Stupid Kat. Why did I have to want him so much? One of his fingers was inside me. Then another. He was breathing hard. How could this be turning him on? How could it be turning me on? I had all these great fucking questions but no answers to satisfy them. I tried to stop thinking. Three fingers. Jeez. It hurt a little but he knew what he was doing. He was easing it, drawing out the unfamiliar feeling so it felt normal. “A hundred times?” he mused. “Must have been guys with tiny cocks.” I didn’t reply. My cheek was pressed against the floor. My eyes flickered around the room. Under the sofa, I spied the lube I’d thrown at him earlier. Damn it. Wasted journey. Peter and Kev knew. They knew I was fucking Cooper and they knew I was going to get it up the ass. They could be listening outside the door. The thought sent a rush of thrilled excitement through me. “You ready?” I didn’t have an answer and Cooper didn’t wait for one. He pressed the head of his cock against my entrance and pushed. And pushed. A hard, swift movement. His fingers had done the work and he was past any futile resistance. I heard the sound of the lube squelching. It was obscenely hot. My hands curled into fists, fingernails digging into palms and he held ...
    himself deep inside my ass, splitting me apart and waiting for me to tell him to stop. What else did he want? Why else would he make the moment last so long? I didn’t give him the satisfaction. I bit down hard on my lower lip and tensed every part of my body. He leaned over me, his body warm against mine and his breath hot against my neck. “One hundred and one. ” His voice was mocking. If I could have, I would have slapped him. But I couldn’t. He had me where he wanted me. I had to take it. But I could take it my way, right? I drew in a deep, staccato breath, swallowed the pain and arched my back, pushing back at him. I could feel his impossibly hard cock lodged there, a foreign intruder and it was pulsing, throbbing, raring to go. “Are you gonna fuck me, or what?” He was moving even before I’d finished my sentence. Cooper knew how to fuck. He moved with slow, deliberate strokes, making me feel every inch of him and he picked up the pace as he went, one hand moving beneath me so his fingers could slide inside my pussy. “You feel that?” he sang. “You feel me in both your little holes?” I thought I might just come from his words alone but he wasn’t so kind. He made it hurt in just the right way; on every other thrust he would almost pull out, making my stomach clench in panic, before he bestowed another thrust upon me. I was gasping for air. I couldn’t keep up. I didn’t have a hope in hell. His thumb rested against my swollen clit, pressing hard every so often and making a needy ...