her. He continued to softly stroke her pussy as he drove into her, being careful to not be too rough.
“Oh, fuck,” she murmured as her orgasm teased her, surging forward as if to overwhelm her, but then fading back, only to surge forward again a moment later. She was going to come again, but she needed more. “Harder,” she gasped, pushing back into him. “I need you to fuck me harder.”
Now it was his turn to challenge her. “You want it? You’re going to have to earn it.” He reached forward and pulled her up to her hands, but then rolled back, pulling her with him. It took a moment to sort themselves out, but she finally settled on him, leaning back with arms to either side of his shoulders. She began to pound her ass onto him as he kneaded her breasts, rolling her erect nipples gently between his fingers.
“Oh…oh…oh…” she gasped, dripping with sweat, trying to bring her orgasm to her. She could almost get there but then it would slip away. “Mmm…” she whimpered, her hips rising and falling furiously. She was nearly out of gas, exhausted from her long minutes of effort, but her climax was surging forward again and she strained for it. “Ah…fuck!” she barked as she grappled with her orgasm, pulling it to her, holding it tight until is surrounded her in its sensual embrace.
She stopped thrusting, falling back into his chest as she moaned softly before relaxing, gasping and mewling from her efforts and her climax. He surrounded her with his arms and held her.
“Did you come again?” she asked softly.
“No. You want to keep going?” he teased.
She giggled. “No…you wore my ass out this morning.” With a groan she pulled his still hard cock from her ass and collapsed onto the bed in a heap beside him before turning to crawl back into his arms. “You can be such an asshole sometimes, you know that?” she asked before kissing him softly on the lips.
“What did I do?” he asked in mock outrage. “You said for me to make you come. Well, you came.”
“Yeah, but you made me do all the work.”
“Why can’t you stay?” he asked as Bridget skinned into her party dress after her shower.
“I need to go home and change. I might look fabulous, but this isn’t the most comfortable thing I own,” she said with a grin.
He wanted to offer her a ride back to her car, but they had kept their relationship completely quiet. The only time they had been out in public together was when he met her in Waynesville for a weekend. “But you’ll be back to finish the tat later?”
She felt her heart breaking. Each time she left him she felt guilty for treating him the way she did, using him for her amusement. He didn’t seem to mind, but it was easier when it was just about the sex because now that she cared for him, it hurt and it made her feel bad about herself. “Yeah. I have a few errands to run, then I will be back.”
He nodded, refusing to grovel for her. If she wanted to leave, then she could and he wouldn’t try to stop her. “Give me a call to let me know you are leaving in case I am with a customer.”
She nodded just as a car horn sounded outside. She stepped in close and kissed him softly, hoping he would ask her to stay this time. He accepted the kiss but said nothing. With a smile and caress of his cheek, she stepped back. “See you in a bit.”
“I’ll be here.” When the door closed behind her he waited until he heard the cab door slam before taking a deep, cleansing breath, and moving to the back part of the house to get cleaned up. He would be opening in about three hours, and he needed to get ready.
Bridget gave the driver the address to Cutters, then settled back into the seat. With almost super-human effort, she was able to limit herself to a single tear rolling down her cheek.
***
Bridget held herself together until she reached her apartment, trying to choke back the
“Oh, fuck,” she murmured as her orgasm teased her, surging forward as if to overwhelm her, but then fading back, only to surge forward again a moment later. She was going to come again, but she needed more. “Harder,” she gasped, pushing back into him. “I need you to fuck me harder.”
Now it was his turn to challenge her. “You want it? You’re going to have to earn it.” He reached forward and pulled her up to her hands, but then rolled back, pulling her with him. It took a moment to sort themselves out, but she finally settled on him, leaning back with arms to either side of his shoulders. She began to pound her ass onto him as he kneaded her breasts, rolling her erect nipples gently between his fingers.
“Oh…oh…oh…” she gasped, dripping with sweat, trying to bring her orgasm to her. She could almost get there but then it would slip away. “Mmm…” she whimpered, her hips rising and falling furiously. She was nearly out of gas, exhausted from her long minutes of effort, but her climax was surging forward again and she strained for it. “Ah…fuck!” she barked as she grappled with her orgasm, pulling it to her, holding it tight until is surrounded her in its sensual embrace.
She stopped thrusting, falling back into his chest as she moaned softly before relaxing, gasping and mewling from her efforts and her climax. He surrounded her with his arms and held her.
“Did you come again?” she asked softly.
“No. You want to keep going?” he teased.
She giggled. “No…you wore my ass out this morning.” With a groan she pulled his still hard cock from her ass and collapsed onto the bed in a heap beside him before turning to crawl back into his arms. “You can be such an asshole sometimes, you know that?” she asked before kissing him softly on the lips.
“What did I do?” he asked in mock outrage. “You said for me to make you come. Well, you came.”
“Yeah, but you made me do all the work.”
“Why can’t you stay?” he asked as Bridget skinned into her party dress after her shower.
“I need to go home and change. I might look fabulous, but this isn’t the most comfortable thing I own,” she said with a grin.
He wanted to offer her a ride back to her car, but they had kept their relationship completely quiet. The only time they had been out in public together was when he met her in Waynesville for a weekend. “But you’ll be back to finish the tat later?”
She felt her heart breaking. Each time she left him she felt guilty for treating him the way she did, using him for her amusement. He didn’t seem to mind, but it was easier when it was just about the sex because now that she cared for him, it hurt and it made her feel bad about herself. “Yeah. I have a few errands to run, then I will be back.”
He nodded, refusing to grovel for her. If she wanted to leave, then she could and he wouldn’t try to stop her. “Give me a call to let me know you are leaving in case I am with a customer.”
She nodded just as a car horn sounded outside. She stepped in close and kissed him softly, hoping he would ask her to stay this time. He accepted the kiss but said nothing. With a smile and caress of his cheek, she stepped back. “See you in a bit.”
“I’ll be here.” When the door closed behind her he waited until he heard the cab door slam before taking a deep, cleansing breath, and moving to the back part of the house to get cleaned up. He would be opening in about three hours, and he needed to get ready.
Bridget gave the driver the address to Cutters, then settled back into the seat. With almost super-human effort, she was able to limit herself to a single tear rolling down her cheek.
***
Bridget held herself together until she reached her apartment, trying to choke back the
Similar Books
