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Story: Obsessed-
With an open mouth, she slides her fingers through her warmth and when my shaft juts, she lets out a loud whimper, sinking down the frilly pillows, her hips undulating, her whole body reacting to what it’s going to have to take.
Her hand trembles when I take it away and replace it with my own bigger one and relief floods her eyes. She’s so ready for this, she doesn’t even make an effort to scram, instead she letsme guide her anyway that I want her, pin her to the bed and she arches, displaying her sumptuous tits.They shake when I push into her, her eyes widening in surprise, a look as if she’s drifting between discomfort and frenzy, leaking over her face. This is what I’ve wanted for so long. I’ve obsessed over this. Craved this until I thought I was going to lose my mind.
“Fuck,” I curse as she snaps violently all around me, “so motherfucking tight, you’re going to break my cock in half.”
“Stan, don’t hold back,” she stutters to my surprise, “I know you want more, I know what this means to you. I can see it in your e...eyes.”
“You might hate it,” I warn between my teeth and that secret glimmer in her eyes flares, telling me she might love it and it tugs at my self-control. Taking her thighs in my hands, I strike her in a wide stretch, so hardpressed, I know she feels the burn and she lets out a trembling moan.
“Hate it yet? Tell me how much you hate it.”
“L..love it...”
With my emotions building up to a storm in me, I start eating her mouth, sucking on her tongue, my cock spanking that little tease withering under me. The one I’ve been thirsting for, for months. My whole life without even knowing it.
I have her shut in by my body, our skins chafing, her mouth turning just as savage against mine. Her sex is hot, hot, hot. Her little pussy is not going anywhere. I own it now, determined to treat it however I want for the rest of my life.
“Come,” I instruct as I’m about to do the same. “Come for me.”
“Stan,” she groans powerlessly, trying to fight against the urgeto collapse and it makes me frenzied.
“Do it now!”
She erupts, yelling my name, making everything blacken before my eyes and I gasp for air and I hold her tightly, until the last convulsions pass.
Looking down at her, my heart flips when I see what’s looking up at me with barren eyes and a swollen mouth. It’s not just a girl anymore. But a sweet, dark mess. My lips twitch, because now...
We’re the same.
11
Amber
He looks different when he sleeps. Unguarded. He’s too big for my bed,his limbs splaying, mouth half open and his lids flutter. He truly is gorgeous. His shaft is jutting against the sheets, lengthy and thick and aggressive even in his sleep.
Like this he could be mistaken for any other regular man. A common one but he’s not common. The way he speaks and acts isn’t common. The way he used my body last night wasn’t common either, the way he squeezes out every little, last drop from me.
I’m still tender between my legs and my stomach flip flops with heat. I’ve never met a man who can compare to him and it makes me want to be pinned down forever by him and have his baby.
Stan knows I’m on the pill but and when I told him, he looked relieved. I frown at that. Doesn’t he want to have a family? Not even with me? He must want that. He hasn’t told me he loves me but he acts like he does.
Wouldn’t he then want a symbol of his adulation for me?
Shrugging myself, I get up and wrap a robe around me, while letting Stan sleep. Down in the kitchen, I sigh when I notice that the letter box is still on the table. I forgot to put it away and I glance at one of the letters.
The Admirer.
As strange as it sounds, The Admirer was the only one who believed in me before Stan came along. And I’ll always be grateful for that but maybe it’s time to move on.
It feels a little cheaty to still have those letters lying around now that I have Stan. And considering how possessive Stan is , he probably won’t want me to keep them...
“Reading those again?” a depraved voice rasps behind me and I turn around, only to see Stan standing in the middle of the kitchen, with nothing but a pair of briefs on and I swallow, smiling a little.
Flushing because now he probably thinks that I have hubris, I answer,“I thought you were asleep.” The morning sunshines on him, highlighting him, stressing the sharpness of his cheekbones, the slight fullness of his lower lip. In a light like this one it’s hard to remember how he has another side to. A side that I have learned to...
Love.
“I was,” he answers, his eyes stirring, “but then you left my bed because you can’t get enough of the attention can you?”
Her hand trembles when I take it away and replace it with my own bigger one and relief floods her eyes. She’s so ready for this, she doesn’t even make an effort to scram, instead she letsme guide her anyway that I want her, pin her to the bed and she arches, displaying her sumptuous tits.They shake when I push into her, her eyes widening in surprise, a look as if she’s drifting between discomfort and frenzy, leaking over her face. This is what I’ve wanted for so long. I’ve obsessed over this. Craved this until I thought I was going to lose my mind.
“Fuck,” I curse as she snaps violently all around me, “so motherfucking tight, you’re going to break my cock in half.”
“Stan, don’t hold back,” she stutters to my surprise, “I know you want more, I know what this means to you. I can see it in your e...eyes.”
“You might hate it,” I warn between my teeth and that secret glimmer in her eyes flares, telling me she might love it and it tugs at my self-control. Taking her thighs in my hands, I strike her in a wide stretch, so hardpressed, I know she feels the burn and she lets out a trembling moan.
“Hate it yet? Tell me how much you hate it.”
“L..love it...”
With my emotions building up to a storm in me, I start eating her mouth, sucking on her tongue, my cock spanking that little tease withering under me. The one I’ve been thirsting for, for months. My whole life without even knowing it.
I have her shut in by my body, our skins chafing, her mouth turning just as savage against mine. Her sex is hot, hot, hot. Her little pussy is not going anywhere. I own it now, determined to treat it however I want for the rest of my life.
“Come,” I instruct as I’m about to do the same. “Come for me.”
“Stan,” she groans powerlessly, trying to fight against the urgeto collapse and it makes me frenzied.
“Do it now!”
She erupts, yelling my name, making everything blacken before my eyes and I gasp for air and I hold her tightly, until the last convulsions pass.
Looking down at her, my heart flips when I see what’s looking up at me with barren eyes and a swollen mouth. It’s not just a girl anymore. But a sweet, dark mess. My lips twitch, because now...
We’re the same.
11
Amber
He looks different when he sleeps. Unguarded. He’s too big for my bed,his limbs splaying, mouth half open and his lids flutter. He truly is gorgeous. His shaft is jutting against the sheets, lengthy and thick and aggressive even in his sleep.
Like this he could be mistaken for any other regular man. A common one but he’s not common. The way he speaks and acts isn’t common. The way he used my body last night wasn’t common either, the way he squeezes out every little, last drop from me.
I’m still tender between my legs and my stomach flip flops with heat. I’ve never met a man who can compare to him and it makes me want to be pinned down forever by him and have his baby.
Stan knows I’m on the pill but and when I told him, he looked relieved. I frown at that. Doesn’t he want to have a family? Not even with me? He must want that. He hasn’t told me he loves me but he acts like he does.
Wouldn’t he then want a symbol of his adulation for me?
Shrugging myself, I get up and wrap a robe around me, while letting Stan sleep. Down in the kitchen, I sigh when I notice that the letter box is still on the table. I forgot to put it away and I glance at one of the letters.
The Admirer.
As strange as it sounds, The Admirer was the only one who believed in me before Stan came along. And I’ll always be grateful for that but maybe it’s time to move on.
It feels a little cheaty to still have those letters lying around now that I have Stan. And considering how possessive Stan is , he probably won’t want me to keep them...
“Reading those again?” a depraved voice rasps behind me and I turn around, only to see Stan standing in the middle of the kitchen, with nothing but a pair of briefs on and I swallow, smiling a little.
Flushing because now he probably thinks that I have hubris, I answer,“I thought you were asleep.” The morning sunshines on him, highlighting him, stressing the sharpness of his cheekbones, the slight fullness of his lower lip. In a light like this one it’s hard to remember how he has another side to. A side that I have learned to...
Love.
“I was,” he answers, his eyes stirring, “but then you left my bed because you can’t get enough of the attention can you?”