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of the garage a little too fast. Once past the gate, I took her hand and put it on my groin. Little shit, she totally smirked and squeezed.
Yeah, home was too fuckin’ far away.
But the studio was about halfway…
Kenna
Disappointment sank into my gut like a lodestone as we pulled into the studio’s parking lot. What the hell? I was ready to crawl the fuck out of my own skin. Close to saying something incredibly rude, I looked up at him and saw he had his angry face on.
Oh…
Phil grabbed my hand and yanked me out of the truck. Forcing me to walk in front of him, his hand was in the waistband of my baggy jeans, shoving me along.
Sheri was behind her desk when we walked in, and upon seeing us, she stood up, concern written across her pretty features. I felt Phil’s voice saying something to her, and she smiled her megawatt smile. She gave me a thumbs-up, and Phil continued shoving me toward his office. Manhandling me like he used to do, he pushed me over the threshold, and then he shut and locked the door.
This is it! I’m getting laid! Fuck yes!
I was so excited that I had no idea what to do with myself.
Phil stalked up to me and started unbuttoning my jeans before pushing them down with my underwear. I kicked them off along with my flip-flops. Faster than I could blink, he had me up against a wall, fumbling with his own belt buckle and fly.
Yeah …
I wanted it just like this—hot, hard, and wild. We could make love later. Right now, I was in a frenzy to feel him again. It had been too fucking long.
His groan vibrated through me as the head of him pushed against me.
“Do it!” I said. “Make it hurt, babe.”
Firm and steady, he didn’t want to put the hurtin’ on me just yet.
Phil hit that magic spot, and I felt myself moan. His mouth slammed down on mine, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him in as deep as I could.
“Oh, fuck! Please , babe!Hard!” I begged.
I was filled to the edge of pain, and it felt so good that I was becoming mindless. Just the feel of him riding into me, giving me what I needed, I was in bliss. I could feel him saying something. I missed his filth talk. I wished I could hear him telling me how good I felt, how much he loved to fuck my brains out.
“Harder!” I begged.
He obliged, and his moan reverberated through me.
Then, something weird started to happen. The pressure between my legs increased…and in my ears , too. The closer I got to my peak, the more my ears rang. A sizzling noise, like crackling or a shower of sparks, got louder and louder the closer I got to my orgasm. It was terrifying, but the feel of him was more intense than the sound and fear.
“Fuck!” I cried, trying to drown out the noise.
The world exploded into fireworks as I detonated from within. My ears popped, the maddening pressure instantly releasing.
“I love you, I love you, I love you…” chanted Phil.
I could feel it in him. He was close, so hard, just ready to explode.
I was frozen in shock as it sank in that I had just heard him.
Burying his face into the crook of my neck, his cock jerking violently inside me, he unleashed a wonderful roar.
And I heard it.
“Oh, fuck, Baby Girl. Oh, fuck…” he moaned.
“Phil?”
“Fuck, I was too rough.”
“No, you weren’t.”
“Yeah. Yeah, I was—”
His shoulders stiffened, and he pulled back. Looking down into my face, he was stunned. “Did you just…” He swallowed hard. “Did you hear me?”
“I did,” I replied, smiling.
My soul was soaring. I’d heard his beautiful, rich deep voice, and my heart and soul were singing with unadulterated joy. The happiest of tears filled my eyes, and I laughed. I could hear that, too!
“Kenna—”
“AAAAHHHH!” I screamed, laughing and crying. Tightening my arms around his shoulders, I squeezed my legs around his waist, hugging him with my whole body. “Dance for joy, you fool! I can fucking hear !”
Crushing my mouth beneath his, he kissed me until I
Yeah, home was too fuckin’ far away.
But the studio was about halfway…
Kenna
Disappointment sank into my gut like a lodestone as we pulled into the studio’s parking lot. What the hell? I was ready to crawl the fuck out of my own skin. Close to saying something incredibly rude, I looked up at him and saw he had his angry face on.
Oh…
Phil grabbed my hand and yanked me out of the truck. Forcing me to walk in front of him, his hand was in the waistband of my baggy jeans, shoving me along.
Sheri was behind her desk when we walked in, and upon seeing us, she stood up, concern written across her pretty features. I felt Phil’s voice saying something to her, and she smiled her megawatt smile. She gave me a thumbs-up, and Phil continued shoving me toward his office. Manhandling me like he used to do, he pushed me over the threshold, and then he shut and locked the door.
This is it! I’m getting laid! Fuck yes!
I was so excited that I had no idea what to do with myself.
Phil stalked up to me and started unbuttoning my jeans before pushing them down with my underwear. I kicked them off along with my flip-flops. Faster than I could blink, he had me up against a wall, fumbling with his own belt buckle and fly.
Yeah …
I wanted it just like this—hot, hard, and wild. We could make love later. Right now, I was in a frenzy to feel him again. It had been too fucking long.
His groan vibrated through me as the head of him pushed against me.
“Do it!” I said. “Make it hurt, babe.”
Firm and steady, he didn’t want to put the hurtin’ on me just yet.
Phil hit that magic spot, and I felt myself moan. His mouth slammed down on mine, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him in as deep as I could.
“Oh, fuck! Please , babe!Hard!” I begged.
I was filled to the edge of pain, and it felt so good that I was becoming mindless. Just the feel of him riding into me, giving me what I needed, I was in bliss. I could feel him saying something. I missed his filth talk. I wished I could hear him telling me how good I felt, how much he loved to fuck my brains out.
“Harder!” I begged.
He obliged, and his moan reverberated through me.
Then, something weird started to happen. The pressure between my legs increased…and in my ears , too. The closer I got to my peak, the more my ears rang. A sizzling noise, like crackling or a shower of sparks, got louder and louder the closer I got to my orgasm. It was terrifying, but the feel of him was more intense than the sound and fear.
“Fuck!” I cried, trying to drown out the noise.
The world exploded into fireworks as I detonated from within. My ears popped, the maddening pressure instantly releasing.
“I love you, I love you, I love you…” chanted Phil.
I could feel it in him. He was close, so hard, just ready to explode.
I was frozen in shock as it sank in that I had just heard him.
Burying his face into the crook of my neck, his cock jerking violently inside me, he unleashed a wonderful roar.
And I heard it.
“Oh, fuck, Baby Girl. Oh, fuck…” he moaned.
“Phil?”
“Fuck, I was too rough.”
“No, you weren’t.”
“Yeah. Yeah, I was—”
His shoulders stiffened, and he pulled back. Looking down into my face, he was stunned. “Did you just…” He swallowed hard. “Did you hear me?”
“I did,” I replied, smiling.
My soul was soaring. I’d heard his beautiful, rich deep voice, and my heart and soul were singing with unadulterated joy. The happiest of tears filled my eyes, and I laughed. I could hear that, too!
“Kenna—”
“AAAAHHHH!” I screamed, laughing and crying. Tightening my arms around his shoulders, I squeezed my legs around his waist, hugging him with my whole body. “Dance for joy, you fool! I can fucking hear !”
Crushing my mouth beneath his, he kissed me until I
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