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that.”
“Yes! I want it,” she practically screamed.
“Climb up,” he said as he let go of her hair.
She had no idea what he meant, but she gasped when he placed an arm around her waist and lifted her. “Hands and knees on the table,” he said as he helped her, spreading her knees wide, then stepped back to view her.
The coolness from the marble coffee table tempered the heat rolling off her body.
“Pretty,” he said as he tore open a condom he had in his pants pocket and sheathed up. Grabbing his dick, he aimed it at her opening and moved back to her and with a grunt, he thrust inside of her, holding her because he knew the force would have sent her over the table, and briefly paused as he felt her tight walls surround him.
She gasped, whimpered, and, stilled, but he just thought it was out of pleasure.
On a breath, he let loose, pounding her over and over for almost five minutes, periodically changing up the angle and speed. With one hand holding her hip, he changed it up to long slow deep thrusts as he looked down at his dick sliding in and out of her pussy. He began slapping her ass, then spread her cheeks and traced her sphincter with a finger as his grunts became loud.
She knew he was getting his down and dirty on. Sucking breath between her teeth, she said, “Give me all you got… Harder… Fuck me good, Richie. I wanna come all over your beautiful cock.”
This only egged him on, and he began pulling her to him with each thrust as he picked up the rhythm again, slamming her down on him.
She felt him, she felt him deep and the painful pleasure engulfed her. She knew by his short breaths and grunts that he was going to explode.
He pushed her upper body down, her cheek rested on the cool table, and leaned over her as he came. He went from driving her relentlessly to stilling and stiffening as he threw his hands down on the table on either side of her head. Even before she caught her breath he pulled out of her and she screamed and her legs shook.
“Simone! You all right?”
“Yeah, yeah. I can’t seem to move.” She let out a nervous giggle.
He placed his hands at her waist and lifted her off the table and against his body as he turned her around. Her legs were shaky and he didn’t let go. On the contrary, he pulled her in tight and whispered by her ear. “I got ya… You are an amazing fuck. You make me lose control… Did you…?” He pulled back to look into her eyes as he grabbed his dick, holding onto the condom threatening to slip off. “You came, right?”
She bit her lip. No she didn’t come. She was quite sore but didn’t want to tell him. He was done and she understood. She nodded. “I’m good, Richie.” She bent and picked up her clothes, then started getting dressed.
“Okay,” he said, but he wasn’t convinced. He walked to the kitchen and removed the condom, tossing it in the garbage pail. When he was done, he grabbed the sponge from the little drawer in front of the sink, ran it under some water, and squirted a little dish detergent from the built in pump on the side of the sink.
“I got it,” Kara said from behind him and took the sponge from him. She walked back to the living room and cleaned the table.
When they were done tidying up, Richie grabbed a bottle of wine, opened it, and grabbed some glasses. He turned on the pool lights, threw on his favorite country music station, and dimmed some of the landscape lights.
“Come on.”
She followed him out. They sat by the pool just sipping wine, each in their own thought.
Richie sighed. “Why’d you get so quiet, Simone?”
She turned her head from watching the subtle changes of colors going on in the pool. “I don’t know. Tired, I guess.”
He watched her take a sip of wine. Then he reached over and grabbed her hand in his. “Did I hurt you before?”
Boy, his hand felt good in hers. His thumb was caressing the back of it, so softly, so caringly. She almost felt as if he liked her for something
“Yes! I want it,” she practically screamed.
“Climb up,” he said as he let go of her hair.
She had no idea what he meant, but she gasped when he placed an arm around her waist and lifted her. “Hands and knees on the table,” he said as he helped her, spreading her knees wide, then stepped back to view her.
The coolness from the marble coffee table tempered the heat rolling off her body.
“Pretty,” he said as he tore open a condom he had in his pants pocket and sheathed up. Grabbing his dick, he aimed it at her opening and moved back to her and with a grunt, he thrust inside of her, holding her because he knew the force would have sent her over the table, and briefly paused as he felt her tight walls surround him.
She gasped, whimpered, and, stilled, but he just thought it was out of pleasure.
On a breath, he let loose, pounding her over and over for almost five minutes, periodically changing up the angle and speed. With one hand holding her hip, he changed it up to long slow deep thrusts as he looked down at his dick sliding in and out of her pussy. He began slapping her ass, then spread her cheeks and traced her sphincter with a finger as his grunts became loud.
She knew he was getting his down and dirty on. Sucking breath between her teeth, she said, “Give me all you got… Harder… Fuck me good, Richie. I wanna come all over your beautiful cock.”
This only egged him on, and he began pulling her to him with each thrust as he picked up the rhythm again, slamming her down on him.
She felt him, she felt him deep and the painful pleasure engulfed her. She knew by his short breaths and grunts that he was going to explode.
He pushed her upper body down, her cheek rested on the cool table, and leaned over her as he came. He went from driving her relentlessly to stilling and stiffening as he threw his hands down on the table on either side of her head. Even before she caught her breath he pulled out of her and she screamed and her legs shook.
“Simone! You all right?”
“Yeah, yeah. I can’t seem to move.” She let out a nervous giggle.
He placed his hands at her waist and lifted her off the table and against his body as he turned her around. Her legs were shaky and he didn’t let go. On the contrary, he pulled her in tight and whispered by her ear. “I got ya… You are an amazing fuck. You make me lose control… Did you…?” He pulled back to look into her eyes as he grabbed his dick, holding onto the condom threatening to slip off. “You came, right?”
She bit her lip. No she didn’t come. She was quite sore but didn’t want to tell him. He was done and she understood. She nodded. “I’m good, Richie.” She bent and picked up her clothes, then started getting dressed.
“Okay,” he said, but he wasn’t convinced. He walked to the kitchen and removed the condom, tossing it in the garbage pail. When he was done, he grabbed the sponge from the little drawer in front of the sink, ran it under some water, and squirted a little dish detergent from the built in pump on the side of the sink.
“I got it,” Kara said from behind him and took the sponge from him. She walked back to the living room and cleaned the table.
When they were done tidying up, Richie grabbed a bottle of wine, opened it, and grabbed some glasses. He turned on the pool lights, threw on his favorite country music station, and dimmed some of the landscape lights.
“Come on.”
She followed him out. They sat by the pool just sipping wine, each in their own thought.
Richie sighed. “Why’d you get so quiet, Simone?”
She turned her head from watching the subtle changes of colors going on in the pool. “I don’t know. Tired, I guess.”
He watched her take a sip of wine. Then he reached over and grabbed her hand in his. “Did I hurt you before?”
Boy, his hand felt good in hers. His thumb was caressing the back of it, so softly, so caringly. She almost felt as if he liked her for something
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