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I responded as if he had been fucking me for years. I pushed up against him, savoring the press of his hot balls against me and the throbbing and pulsing of his entire dick reaching for my womb. I moaned and wailed under him, begging him for more, for everything that he had.
And, Elijah delivered. He rammed his dong hard into me and held it all the way in, making me feel as if my insides were churning and molten. I clutched at his back so hard that I was sure that I must be leaving red marks up and down his muscles. Neither of us cared. We were both completely overtaken.
His dick continued to claim me, plunging into me, plundering me, lifting me up to greater pleasure than I ever knew was possible. He had not even started with foreplay. He hadn’t been romantic about it at all — he had demanded my pussy on the spot and I was ecstatic to give it to him. After not having his cock inside me for so long, I cared about foreplay as much as he did. All I wanted was that cock.
As much as I wanted to forget everything else and let him hump me forever, I knew what to expect soon, and as soon as the thought entered my mind, he came up on his elbows and grunted desperately at me, “I’m gonna come. Shit, I can’t stop it; I’m gonna come. I’m gonna shoot…Oh, shit!”
The pulsing of his prick inside my wet, clutching passage grew hotter, more intense. From the way he threw back his head and let out a sound like birth and death at once, I knew it was happening. At this very moment, Elijah’s hot cream must be shooting and pouring into the depths of my pussy.
I whimpered loudly with him. Elijah’s coming was filling me up with his cream, the wet, slippery expression of his ultimate desire and love — a feeling that I returned twice as strongly.
He settled down on top of me, panting hard, his dick still hard and throbbing inside me. He stayed still only for a moment as I relaxed my arms and legs and reached down his back to grope and caress the muscular roundness of his ass. His ass in my hands, his cock pulsing inside my pussy, his thick cum flowing into me — nothing could be more perfect.
He gathered his senses enough to start pumping his lingering boner slowly inside me, fucking my pussy tenderly and gently while taking my mouth in soft, sweet kisses. I hadn’t come to an orgasm of my own this time, but I didn’t care. He had fully reignited our love in this stolen time of renewed sex. I knew he’d make up for it very well soon enough.
When his boner subsided and slipped out of me, Elijah stayed on top of me, continuing to kiss me as we savored how wet and sticky his fucking had made us down below. Softly, he said, “You have areallytight pussy. The tightest I’ve ever had. Damn, I love that.” He ground his pubes against mine, creating in me a new spike of pleasure. “You squeezed the fucking cum right out of me.”
Stroking and petting his ass cheeks, I said, “I love your cock. It feels so perfect every time. I’ve missed your cock.” With another kiss, I said, “And, I’ve missedyou.”
He rested his head on my shoulders and let me continue groping his buttocks. “Damn, I wish I could just carry you off to bed now and hump you and shoot my load in your tights little pussy for the rest of the day.”
“Oh, I would love that,” I sighed. “But…do you think my boss will be mad at me for taking such a long lunch?”
Elijah lifted his head back up and there was the naughtiest look on his face. “That guy? He’s a fucking horndog. Trust me, he just got laid so great, he won’t care.Myboss, on the other hand, will be a little pissed, since I just realized there’s a meeting this afternoon, and I’m going to be late for it.” He kissed me again. “Unfortunately, we’re going tohaveto get dressed again.” Another kiss. “But, Iwillbe picking up where I left off with your pussy.”
It was almost painful to get up from Elijah’s sofa and pull our clothes back on. But as that deliciously wonderful dick that had just been inside me disappeared into his briefs, I looked forward to picking up where I left off.
CHAPTER33
Elijah. Wednesday
I thought nothing could spoil the good mood that I had this week. It was the best I’d felt in too long a time. But at the midpoint of the week, that theory was about to be tested. My desk phone rang.
“You have a visitor,” Barbara said.
“Okay,” I said. “Who?”
In a lowered tone, Barbara answered, “It’s your father. He’s heard me talking to you. What do you want to do?”
I could have had Barbara tell him that I was too busy at the moment and ask him to come back later. I could even have had her put a return visit from Dad on my calendar. And yet…
Having my father make an appointment? In spite of everything, in spite of the kind of relationship we’d always had, hewasmy father.Was that really the kind of thing I wanted to do?
Besides that, I could count on one hand with fingers to spare the number of times my father had visited my place of business.Did I really want to send him away, even knowing what kind of conversation was likely to take place if I had Barbara send him in?Somehow…it didn’t seem right.
So, I bucked up my nerves and prepared myself for a test of justhowgood a mood I was in this week. If anything could show me how good I was feeling, it would be how well I dealt with a surprise visit from Dad.
I said, “Okay. Let him come in.”
A moment later, my office door opened. I tried to read his face and got nothing. I wondered whether I should be worried that I couldn’t suss out his attitude. He shut the door behind him and faced me again. He pulled up a chair and sat down across the desk from me.
“Hello, Dad,” I said.
My father replied, “Hello, son.”
His response, in and of itself, was interesting. Dad never called me “son.” In all the years of my life, I actually couldn’t remember the last time he addressed me that way.What would make him do it now?I wondered. A chilling thought scratched at the back of my mind. I remembered how I’d found him just lying in bed, having turned in early, the last time I went to the house to confront him.Was he sick? Was he dying?
Mentally preparing myself for anything, I calmly asked him, “What can I do for you, Dad?”
And, Elijah delivered. He rammed his dong hard into me and held it all the way in, making me feel as if my insides were churning and molten. I clutched at his back so hard that I was sure that I must be leaving red marks up and down his muscles. Neither of us cared. We were both completely overtaken.
His dick continued to claim me, plunging into me, plundering me, lifting me up to greater pleasure than I ever knew was possible. He had not even started with foreplay. He hadn’t been romantic about it at all — he had demanded my pussy on the spot and I was ecstatic to give it to him. After not having his cock inside me for so long, I cared about foreplay as much as he did. All I wanted was that cock.
As much as I wanted to forget everything else and let him hump me forever, I knew what to expect soon, and as soon as the thought entered my mind, he came up on his elbows and grunted desperately at me, “I’m gonna come. Shit, I can’t stop it; I’m gonna come. I’m gonna shoot…Oh, shit!”
The pulsing of his prick inside my wet, clutching passage grew hotter, more intense. From the way he threw back his head and let out a sound like birth and death at once, I knew it was happening. At this very moment, Elijah’s hot cream must be shooting and pouring into the depths of my pussy.
I whimpered loudly with him. Elijah’s coming was filling me up with his cream, the wet, slippery expression of his ultimate desire and love — a feeling that I returned twice as strongly.
He settled down on top of me, panting hard, his dick still hard and throbbing inside me. He stayed still only for a moment as I relaxed my arms and legs and reached down his back to grope and caress the muscular roundness of his ass. His ass in my hands, his cock pulsing inside my pussy, his thick cum flowing into me — nothing could be more perfect.
He gathered his senses enough to start pumping his lingering boner slowly inside me, fucking my pussy tenderly and gently while taking my mouth in soft, sweet kisses. I hadn’t come to an orgasm of my own this time, but I didn’t care. He had fully reignited our love in this stolen time of renewed sex. I knew he’d make up for it very well soon enough.
When his boner subsided and slipped out of me, Elijah stayed on top of me, continuing to kiss me as we savored how wet and sticky his fucking had made us down below. Softly, he said, “You have areallytight pussy. The tightest I’ve ever had. Damn, I love that.” He ground his pubes against mine, creating in me a new spike of pleasure. “You squeezed the fucking cum right out of me.”
Stroking and petting his ass cheeks, I said, “I love your cock. It feels so perfect every time. I’ve missed your cock.” With another kiss, I said, “And, I’ve missedyou.”
He rested his head on my shoulders and let me continue groping his buttocks. “Damn, I wish I could just carry you off to bed now and hump you and shoot my load in your tights little pussy for the rest of the day.”
“Oh, I would love that,” I sighed. “But…do you think my boss will be mad at me for taking such a long lunch?”
Elijah lifted his head back up and there was the naughtiest look on his face. “That guy? He’s a fucking horndog. Trust me, he just got laid so great, he won’t care.Myboss, on the other hand, will be a little pissed, since I just realized there’s a meeting this afternoon, and I’m going to be late for it.” He kissed me again. “Unfortunately, we’re going tohaveto get dressed again.” Another kiss. “But, Iwillbe picking up where I left off with your pussy.”
It was almost painful to get up from Elijah’s sofa and pull our clothes back on. But as that deliciously wonderful dick that had just been inside me disappeared into his briefs, I looked forward to picking up where I left off.
CHAPTER33
Elijah. Wednesday
I thought nothing could spoil the good mood that I had this week. It was the best I’d felt in too long a time. But at the midpoint of the week, that theory was about to be tested. My desk phone rang.
“You have a visitor,” Barbara said.
“Okay,” I said. “Who?”
In a lowered tone, Barbara answered, “It’s your father. He’s heard me talking to you. What do you want to do?”
I could have had Barbara tell him that I was too busy at the moment and ask him to come back later. I could even have had her put a return visit from Dad on my calendar. And yet…
Having my father make an appointment? In spite of everything, in spite of the kind of relationship we’d always had, hewasmy father.Was that really the kind of thing I wanted to do?
Besides that, I could count on one hand with fingers to spare the number of times my father had visited my place of business.Did I really want to send him away, even knowing what kind of conversation was likely to take place if I had Barbara send him in?Somehow…it didn’t seem right.
So, I bucked up my nerves and prepared myself for a test of justhowgood a mood I was in this week. If anything could show me how good I was feeling, it would be how well I dealt with a surprise visit from Dad.
I said, “Okay. Let him come in.”
A moment later, my office door opened. I tried to read his face and got nothing. I wondered whether I should be worried that I couldn’t suss out his attitude. He shut the door behind him and faced me again. He pulled up a chair and sat down across the desk from me.
“Hello, Dad,” I said.
My father replied, “Hello, son.”
His response, in and of itself, was interesting. Dad never called me “son.” In all the years of my life, I actually couldn’t remember the last time he addressed me that way.What would make him do it now?I wondered. A chilling thought scratched at the back of my mind. I remembered how I’d found him just lying in bed, having turned in early, the last time I went to the house to confront him.Was he sick? Was he dying?
Mentally preparing myself for anything, I calmly asked him, “What can I do for you, Dad?”
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