1. The Double Date That Didn't End, Ch 8


    Date: 10/9/2014, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: KennethPierce, Rating: 12, Source: LushStories

    nothing going on between us. Like I don’t have to fight the urge to rip your clothes off your body every time you say hello. Like it’s all just some harmless flirting and winking between two good friends. I’m terrified to think I might go my whole life, never..." Connor swallowed, his mouth dry. “Never what?” In reply, I slowly lowered my hand to his lap--felt the firm outline of his erection--and squeezed. Something in Connor snapped. He kissed me hard on the mouth, pinning me beneath the weight of his muscular body. The gravel in the truck bed scratched at my back, but I ignored it, grinding up against Connor. His strong hands snuck up beneath my shirt and squeezed firmly around my breasts, pinching my nipples through my bra. I gasped, reflexively throwing my head back from the sudden shot of intense pleasure. "Ria..." he moaned, pulling me even closer. I licked the side of his neck. "I can't take it anymore. I need you. I need all of you!" My palm rubbed away at his crotch, through the fabric of his jeans. Connor's face looked almost pained from the sensation. Leaning in towards his ear, I whispered, "I don't just want to be your friend anymore, Connor. I NEVER wanted to be just your friend. Not even a friend with 'benefits.' I want more, and--" I kissed him again, fighting the ferocity of his tongue against mine. "and I want it tonight." He pulled away, not believing what he was hearing. "You mean-?" "I mean take me back to the cabin right fucking now." ... We barely ...
    made it inside before we started attacking one another. I yanked off my shirt and jacket--threw them to the floor--and jumped into Connor's arms, topless except for my skimpy black bra. Our lips mashed together. My breasts crushed against his bomber jacket. My arms snaked around his neck, holding on like a python. You couldn't have pried us apart with a crowbar. Once he came to his senses, Connor's hands found my butt and refused to let go. "Mmm! Upstairs! Now!" I growled. Carrying me like I weighed nothing, my muscular lover raced up the staircase, ran into the guest bedroom, and threw me aggressively onto the king size mattress. With shaking hands, Connor stripped off his clothes as fast as he could: jacket, boots, jeans-- I bit my lip in anticipation as his underwear came into view, an enormous bulge stretching out the dark blue cotton. God, he was big. I'm not a size queen or anything, but Connor had a damn nice cock, and the thought of it filling up my body sent an anxious shiver down my spine. I propped myself up on my elbows, thrusting out my chest--showing off the delicate lace bra my husband had bought me for my birthday. I didn't want to wear it, anymore. "Suck on my tits," I commanded. Connor was happy to oblige. Leaping onto the bed, he violently yanked down the flimsy black bra straps and dropped his face into my naked cleavage. I moaned from the stimulation of my nipples dragging across Connor's handsome, chiseled features as he licked and suckled. "Oh yeah..." he ...
«12...8910...1920»