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a shot of pain would slow her down. It only made her clench her jaw and seemed to drive her even wilder. She bent low over me, letting me take a nipple in my mouth as she squeezed me with her cunt.
I could feel the mess of her sloppy wetness as it dribbled down my shaft. There was no stopping now, I'd reached the point of no return. She seemed to sense it and pulled her chest up off of mine so I could be as deep inside her as I could be. My cock throbbed once and then again. I felt the cum pulsing through it, hot and ready to explode. At the first blast of my seed, my hands dropped to her hips and my ass arched up as my body rammed itself deep inside her womb.
Streak after streak of my own hot seed pulsed into her as she rode me to her own happiness. Just as I felt my climax wane, I felt her body shake on top of mine, felt her cunt clench me and felt her slow as she tried to draw up any of what I had left into her. When the peak of her pleasure passed, her middle started back into a rhythm, her tits bouncing pleasantly as she rode out the rest of the wave, then finally collapsed on top of me in a heap.
We lay there for a while, in the hot sticky silence of the room as the weather gathered outside for another summer storm.
I thought for a long time about what to say, how to bring it up and which words would best express how I felt and least betray my fear at how I did.
"So you like being watched, huh?" I whispered finally, having summoned the courage from her wild fuck.
She answered with a gentle snore.
Chapter 12
Andre left the next day, but said he would definitely be back. He said he loved it here more than anywhere else he had gone to get away. He said that he would call and make sure we had no other reservations before he came back, so that we could have just as nice a time. That made me shudder. How nice had it really been? For him?
I shook his hand and smiled a cautious smile and Rebecca had waved to him as we watched Sam take him on the boat.
"Well, we did it," I had said once they were out of view. "Our first guest was a success, I think. Don't you?"
She rolled her eyes and laughed a little and patted me on the arm and said "Oh John," and it drove me mad.
Oh John? Oh John, what? Oh John, I loved fucking that big black man? I shook the thought from my head as we headed up the stairs towards the house. There were a few days between now and the arrival of our next guests. Plenty of time to figure all this out.
After a few glasses of wine with dinner, she didn't seem to be as ready for affection as she'd been the night before.
"Oh John, I'm feeling sort of sleepy tonight, can we take a rain check?" she asked, as I rolled towards her with intent. My heart sank but my head knew it was better to let it go now. Try again another day rather than risk a fight and several days of silence and regret. My body craved her though and it was hard to ignore that. I didn't just want to be inside her. I wanted to be inside her head.
Was it a coincidence that suddenly when our guest had left her interest in me waned? It was surely just a coincidence. Once the sounds of her delicate breathing made it clear she was asleep, I tiptoed to the office and indulged in my own release.
Then the next day she seemed distant. Like we'd never had that night of passion. Like we'd always led our life this way. It clawed inside me, to ask her what I'd asked her that night.
What about that thing you like? Being watched?
As usual though, the only way I found to express that notion was by trying to have more sex. I met with some resistance, most of the time. That, as usual, only made me want it more. I began to pout, something I knew she found particularly unappealing but something I couldn't help. I'd try to mate at the strangest times. While she was doing laundry in the basement, or changing sheets for the coming guests. The closer their arrival drew, the more I felt the need to claim her, and the more urgent my need became to know her
I could feel the mess of her sloppy wetness as it dribbled down my shaft. There was no stopping now, I'd reached the point of no return. She seemed to sense it and pulled her chest up off of mine so I could be as deep inside her as I could be. My cock throbbed once and then again. I felt the cum pulsing through it, hot and ready to explode. At the first blast of my seed, my hands dropped to her hips and my ass arched up as my body rammed itself deep inside her womb.
Streak after streak of my own hot seed pulsed into her as she rode me to her own happiness. Just as I felt my climax wane, I felt her body shake on top of mine, felt her cunt clench me and felt her slow as she tried to draw up any of what I had left into her. When the peak of her pleasure passed, her middle started back into a rhythm, her tits bouncing pleasantly as she rode out the rest of the wave, then finally collapsed on top of me in a heap.
We lay there for a while, in the hot sticky silence of the room as the weather gathered outside for another summer storm.
I thought for a long time about what to say, how to bring it up and which words would best express how I felt and least betray my fear at how I did.
"So you like being watched, huh?" I whispered finally, having summoned the courage from her wild fuck.
She answered with a gentle snore.
Chapter 12
Andre left the next day, but said he would definitely be back. He said he loved it here more than anywhere else he had gone to get away. He said that he would call and make sure we had no other reservations before he came back, so that we could have just as nice a time. That made me shudder. How nice had it really been? For him?
I shook his hand and smiled a cautious smile and Rebecca had waved to him as we watched Sam take him on the boat.
"Well, we did it," I had said once they were out of view. "Our first guest was a success, I think. Don't you?"
She rolled her eyes and laughed a little and patted me on the arm and said "Oh John," and it drove me mad.
Oh John? Oh John, what? Oh John, I loved fucking that big black man? I shook the thought from my head as we headed up the stairs towards the house. There were a few days between now and the arrival of our next guests. Plenty of time to figure all this out.
After a few glasses of wine with dinner, she didn't seem to be as ready for affection as she'd been the night before.
"Oh John, I'm feeling sort of sleepy tonight, can we take a rain check?" she asked, as I rolled towards her with intent. My heart sank but my head knew it was better to let it go now. Try again another day rather than risk a fight and several days of silence and regret. My body craved her though and it was hard to ignore that. I didn't just want to be inside her. I wanted to be inside her head.
Was it a coincidence that suddenly when our guest had left her interest in me waned? It was surely just a coincidence. Once the sounds of her delicate breathing made it clear she was asleep, I tiptoed to the office and indulged in my own release.
Then the next day she seemed distant. Like we'd never had that night of passion. Like we'd always led our life this way. It clawed inside me, to ask her what I'd asked her that night.
What about that thing you like? Being watched?
As usual though, the only way I found to express that notion was by trying to have more sex. I met with some resistance, most of the time. That, as usual, only made me want it more. I began to pout, something I knew she found particularly unappealing but something I couldn't help. I'd try to mate at the strangest times. While she was doing laundry in the basement, or changing sheets for the coming guests. The closer their arrival drew, the more I felt the need to claim her, and the more urgent my need became to know her
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