tasting just as sweet as the rest of her. I lick and suck while my fingers stroke her wetness, getting her revved up to receive me. I don’t want to hurt her.
“Fuck me, Rob,” she whispers. I will not make her ask twice.
I fumble around for my pants and pull out a condom. She sits up and rolls it over my cock slowly, her hands caressing my length as she moves. It feels fucking incredible, unlike any other pair of hands that ever touched me. This is so much more than being groped on stage. It’s like she intuitively knows everyplace I want her, every sensitive spot I like to have caressed.
She lays back on the bed and spreads her legs wide, an invitation I’m all too eager to accept. I hover over her tight body and ease myself between her lips. Meredith gasps as I enter her, her moans chilling me to the bone. I want to fuck her brains out, but I’m in distinct danger of just coming right here and now.
I hold gently just inside her until we’re both acclimated.
We slowly rock to a comfortable rhythm as she gets used to my size. Little by little, her legs wrap around my waist and her nails dig into my back. I love things a little rough. I have been dying to be inside her since that first night we met, but if I’d known it would be this good—well. I’d either have held out longer, or tried to date her three times the first night. Either or.
She starts bucking her hips, and I unleash the Kraken. Each thrust vibrates through my body. Every pant echoes in my ears. We become a tangle of limbs, fucking and thrusting and panting and moaning. I’ve dissolved into the most basic human level of existence, where all I’m good for is fucking. She appears to have met me there.
Sweat drips, and she bites my lip, and soon, all too soon, an orgasm is threatening to break me. I try to hold off as long as I can, but seconds later, my little pussycat starts to cry out as an orgasm takes hold of her. Her inner muscles clench down on my cock, and I let myself loose, grunting and pounding her through the tight fingers of ecstasy wrapped around my length.
We come down noisily, and I bury my face in her shoulder because I want to remember this feeling, this feeling of being inside her, for as long as possible. When I roll off of her, she snuggles into me and kisses my chest.
“You’re perfect,” I whisper in her hair.
Meredith snores in response. God, she’s perfect.
Chapter Five
Meredith
T here’s a brief moment between becoming conscious and opening my eyes when I’m not sure what woke me. Something niggles at the back of my mind, and there’s a faint taste of lemon in my mouth, but I don’t care because the birds are chirping and the sun’s coming up and I can smell coffee. The niggle can wait, it’s going to be a nice morning.
And I’m not even hungover! Mostly.
I reach for my extra pillow to smoosh over my head, but it doesn’t come when I pull. Well, that’s not good. I tug again, and a groan accompanies it. Then, the space next to me on my pullout shifts.
Oh. Oh no. Oh, no no no.
“My pillow,” the space next to me murmurs. “You need to learn how to share.”
Oh, there’s a stripper in my bed.
Shit . There’s a stripper in my bed.
For hell’s sake, what is wrong with me?
Rob rolls over and nuzzles into me. “Good morning, beautiful.”
“Good morning.” I try to squirm away but he’s got me locked in tight. It feels really nice, and that’s when I know I’m in deep shit.
It’s just, he’s built like a rock and has really talented fingers and a tongue that made me sing and hips that know how to work a woman. My inner sexual urges keep winning over and forgetting that he’s a stripper and thus never to be bedded.
“Your sister’s making coffee,” he cheerfully notices.
“Oh my god, she can never know you were here. I’ll lower you from the window on a bedsheet.” I’ll never live this down. He just laughs and nuzzles in.
“You smell good for someone who made sweet, sweet
“Fuck me, Rob,” she whispers. I will not make her ask twice.
I fumble around for my pants and pull out a condom. She sits up and rolls it over my cock slowly, her hands caressing my length as she moves. It feels fucking incredible, unlike any other pair of hands that ever touched me. This is so much more than being groped on stage. It’s like she intuitively knows everyplace I want her, every sensitive spot I like to have caressed.
She lays back on the bed and spreads her legs wide, an invitation I’m all too eager to accept. I hover over her tight body and ease myself between her lips. Meredith gasps as I enter her, her moans chilling me to the bone. I want to fuck her brains out, but I’m in distinct danger of just coming right here and now.
I hold gently just inside her until we’re both acclimated.
We slowly rock to a comfortable rhythm as she gets used to my size. Little by little, her legs wrap around my waist and her nails dig into my back. I love things a little rough. I have been dying to be inside her since that first night we met, but if I’d known it would be this good—well. I’d either have held out longer, or tried to date her three times the first night. Either or.
She starts bucking her hips, and I unleash the Kraken. Each thrust vibrates through my body. Every pant echoes in my ears. We become a tangle of limbs, fucking and thrusting and panting and moaning. I’ve dissolved into the most basic human level of existence, where all I’m good for is fucking. She appears to have met me there.
Sweat drips, and she bites my lip, and soon, all too soon, an orgasm is threatening to break me. I try to hold off as long as I can, but seconds later, my little pussycat starts to cry out as an orgasm takes hold of her. Her inner muscles clench down on my cock, and I let myself loose, grunting and pounding her through the tight fingers of ecstasy wrapped around my length.
We come down noisily, and I bury my face in her shoulder because I want to remember this feeling, this feeling of being inside her, for as long as possible. When I roll off of her, she snuggles into me and kisses my chest.
“You’re perfect,” I whisper in her hair.
Meredith snores in response. God, she’s perfect.
Chapter Five
Meredith
T here’s a brief moment between becoming conscious and opening my eyes when I’m not sure what woke me. Something niggles at the back of my mind, and there’s a faint taste of lemon in my mouth, but I don’t care because the birds are chirping and the sun’s coming up and I can smell coffee. The niggle can wait, it’s going to be a nice morning.
And I’m not even hungover! Mostly.
I reach for my extra pillow to smoosh over my head, but it doesn’t come when I pull. Well, that’s not good. I tug again, and a groan accompanies it. Then, the space next to me on my pullout shifts.
Oh. Oh no. Oh, no no no.
“My pillow,” the space next to me murmurs. “You need to learn how to share.”
Oh, there’s a stripper in my bed.
Shit . There’s a stripper in my bed.
For hell’s sake, what is wrong with me?
Rob rolls over and nuzzles into me. “Good morning, beautiful.”
“Good morning.” I try to squirm away but he’s got me locked in tight. It feels really nice, and that’s when I know I’m in deep shit.
It’s just, he’s built like a rock and has really talented fingers and a tongue that made me sing and hips that know how to work a woman. My inner sexual urges keep winning over and forgetting that he’s a stripper and thus never to be bedded.
“Your sister’s making coffee,” he cheerfully notices.
“Oh my god, she can never know you were here. I’ll lower you from the window on a bedsheet.” I’ll never live this down. He just laughs and nuzzles in.
“You smell good for someone who made sweet, sweet
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