Bedroom Games
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“Oh?”
“Yeah. This ass is downright magical.” He pushed me a little higher, until I was totally braced against the sink. My thighs parted and he pushed his cock between them, and then he was rubbing his length up and down the slick heat of my pussy. “Can’t help but touch you, just a little.”
Forget the condoms. I leaned forward so he could rub me even more, not caring that my cheek was pressed against the faucet and this was a downright uncomfortable position for my torso. All I cared about was lifting my ass a bit higher into the air and letting him torment me.
“You like that, baby?” Brodie’s voice was low and husky, and I felt his cock thrust against my flesh again. He didn’t penetrate, just teased.
I whimpered my pleasure, my fingers wrapping tight around the condom packet I held.
“Look at this sweet, juicy pussy,” he murmured behind me. I felt his hand slide up my thigh, and I parted them even more, eager for his touch. “It’s just begging to be filled, isn’t it?”
I rolled my hips. “You going to fill me?”
“I’m going to stuff this pussy full of my cock,” he told me. I felt a finger brush against my opening, and I cried out, bucking with need. “But my cock’s pretty big. You ready for me, Kandis?”
I felt that finger slide deep, testing me out, and I moaned, closing my eyes with the pleasure of it. “I’m ready.”
He ignored my request and thrust with his finger again and then added a second one a moment later. “I don’t know, this pussy feels pretty tight to me.”
My knees went weak, and pleasure shot through me all over again. It was delicious…but not enough. I growled in frustration, clenching my hands. “Torturer.”
“Maybe.” He seemed pleased at my frustration.
“You want me to beg you? Is that it?”
“Mmmm, the thought of you begging does make me all hard, I admit.”
I reached backward, the condom tucked between my fingers, and skimmed my hand along my ass-cheek. Then, I dragged my fingers on my flesh until I was pulling my ass apart, displaying my pussy for him. “Please fill me, Brodie.”
He groaned deep, and his fingers thrust again, his movements ragged. “God damn, but you don’t play fair.”
“I need you so bad,” I said, letting a girlish whimper of need into my voice.
“God,” Brodie groaned again. I felt his fingers leave my pussy, felt him snatch the condom out of my fingers. “I’d ask you to turn around and put this on me like you promised, but I don’t think I can wait.”
I was panting with need and anticipation, my hand clenched on the porcelain of the sink to steady my body, the other still holding my flesh apart for his gaze. I rolled my hips again. “Then don’t wait. Come take me against this sink and fuck my brains out.”
To my delight and relief, I heard him tear the condom open, felt him shift behind me. About damn time. I bit my lip with anticipation, waiting for the touch of his skin against mine.
It came a moment later, and I shuddered as I felt his cock press at my flesh. He didn’t enter me, simply poised at the core of my entrance and waited.
I groaned. “Not playing fair, Brodie.”
“Just wanted to hear you ask for me one more time.”
“Please.”
“How can I resist that?”
He pushed into me, just a little, only the head of his cock sinking in to my body. I cried out, gasping because it felt amazing…and at the same time, it didn’t feel like nearly enough.
I thought I’d been tortured before? That was nothing. This was exquisite agony. “Give me everything,” I told him. “Don’t hold back on me now. Not after all this time.”
Brodie’s hand slid up my back, caressing my bared skin. “You can’t rush beauty like this, Kandis. And I’ve got the most incredible view before me.” His voice was strained with need. “All this smooth skin and gorgeous woman before me…I should savor this.”
I was going to die if he savored this any longer. So I bucked my hips and moved backward, trying to push him further into me to sate the need he’d set fire to.
He groaned, and pushed into me a little more. “You’re not good with the whole ‘savoring’ thing, are you?”
“Absolutely not,” I breathed and lifted my hips again. “Dessert first is my motto.”
“Well then, fuck all that,” he gritted, and plunged to the hilt, impaling me under him.
I cried out, stiffening. My fingers clenched as wave after wave of pleasure rippled through my body. His hard thrust had taken me by surprise—and it was so fiercely delicious that I nearly came from that alone. “Oh god, yes.”
“Beautiful Kandis,” Brodie murmured, and then he groaned with pleasure. “You feel so good. Never thought you’d feel better than you look, but I was wrong. You’re heaven. Pure, sweet, angels-singing-to-me heaven. This incandescent flesh could make a man weep.”
“Quit talking and fuck me,” I panted. God, why was this man not hammering into me? Instead, he was spouting freaking sonnets to my ass. I wanted to giggle with how adorable it was, but I bit my lip. Laughing when a man was fucking you wasn’t appropriate, no matter how cute he was.
He thrust again, pushing so hard that I bounced against the sink. “Yes, ma’am,” Brodie said, and the teasing returned to his voice. “Less jawing, more thrusting.”
And he drew back, then sank deep again.
I moaned, tilting my head back with sheer pleasure. “Just like that.”
“Glad it meets your approval.” Brodie’s hands smoothed down my back again, and then he began a rhythm: slow, steady, and utterly maddening. With every thrust, he seemed to fill me up just perfectly, and the sex was quickly moving from ‘talky’ to ‘heavenly.’ I began to raise my hips to meet his movements, and my entire body quaked with each forceful slap of his body against mine.
He knew just how to work me, his relentless, driving thrust making my body wild with desire. I forgot about the game, about televisions, about everything but the man over me effortlessly fucking me toward an intense orgasm.
I could feel it building, nebulous at first, and then growing stronger with each perfect, deliberate stroke into my body. I gasped, my body clenching in surprised pleasure at how speedily he’d worked me to the edge of an orgasm. “Right there,” I cried out when he rolled his hips and hit me in the perfect spot.
He only thrust harder.
I came, my body quaking, pussy clenching around his cock. I panted, gasping for breath as the release rolled through me. That had been intense.
But Brodie didn’t show signs of slowing down…or stopping. I should have realized it. The man was a champion marathoner at oral sex; why would he be any different at regular sex? Instead, he continued to hammer into me, his movements strong, sure, and hitting all my pleasure points.
And my orgasm just continued. I moaned, startled as the release just kept going…and going. “I think I’m coming again.”
“That so?” He shifted his grip on my hips and began to thrust harder, and he began hitting my g-spot.
I shrieked as the orgasm turned into an onslaught of orgasms. I was coming all over again, and I was coming even harder than before. And Brodie? He was merciless, pounding into me with such surety and control that I suspected he might be able to go for hours.
“Yeah. This ass is downright magical.” He pushed me a little higher, until I was totally braced against the sink. My thighs parted and he pushed his cock between them, and then he was rubbing his length up and down the slick heat of my pussy. “Can’t help but touch you, just a little.”
Forget the condoms. I leaned forward so he could rub me even more, not caring that my cheek was pressed against the faucet and this was a downright uncomfortable position for my torso. All I cared about was lifting my ass a bit higher into the air and letting him torment me.
“You like that, baby?” Brodie’s voice was low and husky, and I felt his cock thrust against my flesh again. He didn’t penetrate, just teased.
I whimpered my pleasure, my fingers wrapping tight around the condom packet I held.
“Look at this sweet, juicy pussy,” he murmured behind me. I felt his hand slide up my thigh, and I parted them even more, eager for his touch. “It’s just begging to be filled, isn’t it?”
I rolled my hips. “You going to fill me?”
“I’m going to stuff this pussy full of my cock,” he told me. I felt a finger brush against my opening, and I cried out, bucking with need. “But my cock’s pretty big. You ready for me, Kandis?”
I felt that finger slide deep, testing me out, and I moaned, closing my eyes with the pleasure of it. “I’m ready.”
He ignored my request and thrust with his finger again and then added a second one a moment later. “I don’t know, this pussy feels pretty tight to me.”
My knees went weak, and pleasure shot through me all over again. It was delicious…but not enough. I growled in frustration, clenching my hands. “Torturer.”
“Maybe.” He seemed pleased at my frustration.
“You want me to beg you? Is that it?”
“Mmmm, the thought of you begging does make me all hard, I admit.”
I reached backward, the condom tucked between my fingers, and skimmed my hand along my ass-cheek. Then, I dragged my fingers on my flesh until I was pulling my ass apart, displaying my pussy for him. “Please fill me, Brodie.”
He groaned deep, and his fingers thrust again, his movements ragged. “God damn, but you don’t play fair.”
“I need you so bad,” I said, letting a girlish whimper of need into my voice.
“God,” Brodie groaned again. I felt his fingers leave my pussy, felt him snatch the condom out of my fingers. “I’d ask you to turn around and put this on me like you promised, but I don’t think I can wait.”
I was panting with need and anticipation, my hand clenched on the porcelain of the sink to steady my body, the other still holding my flesh apart for his gaze. I rolled my hips again. “Then don’t wait. Come take me against this sink and fuck my brains out.”
To my delight and relief, I heard him tear the condom open, felt him shift behind me. About damn time. I bit my lip with anticipation, waiting for the touch of his skin against mine.
It came a moment later, and I shuddered as I felt his cock press at my flesh. He didn’t enter me, simply poised at the core of my entrance and waited.
I groaned. “Not playing fair, Brodie.”
“Just wanted to hear you ask for me one more time.”
“Please.”
“How can I resist that?”
He pushed into me, just a little, only the head of his cock sinking in to my body. I cried out, gasping because it felt amazing…and at the same time, it didn’t feel like nearly enough.
I thought I’d been tortured before? That was nothing. This was exquisite agony. “Give me everything,” I told him. “Don’t hold back on me now. Not after all this time.”
Brodie’s hand slid up my back, caressing my bared skin. “You can’t rush beauty like this, Kandis. And I’ve got the most incredible view before me.” His voice was strained with need. “All this smooth skin and gorgeous woman before me…I should savor this.”
I was going to die if he savored this any longer. So I bucked my hips and moved backward, trying to push him further into me to sate the need he’d set fire to.
He groaned, and pushed into me a little more. “You’re not good with the whole ‘savoring’ thing, are you?”
“Absolutely not,” I breathed and lifted my hips again. “Dessert first is my motto.”
“Well then, fuck all that,” he gritted, and plunged to the hilt, impaling me under him.
I cried out, stiffening. My fingers clenched as wave after wave of pleasure rippled through my body. His hard thrust had taken me by surprise—and it was so fiercely delicious that I nearly came from that alone. “Oh god, yes.”
“Beautiful Kandis,” Brodie murmured, and then he groaned with pleasure. “You feel so good. Never thought you’d feel better than you look, but I was wrong. You’re heaven. Pure, sweet, angels-singing-to-me heaven. This incandescent flesh could make a man weep.”
“Quit talking and fuck me,” I panted. God, why was this man not hammering into me? Instead, he was spouting freaking sonnets to my ass. I wanted to giggle with how adorable it was, but I bit my lip. Laughing when a man was fucking you wasn’t appropriate, no matter how cute he was.
He thrust again, pushing so hard that I bounced against the sink. “Yes, ma’am,” Brodie said, and the teasing returned to his voice. “Less jawing, more thrusting.”
And he drew back, then sank deep again.
I moaned, tilting my head back with sheer pleasure. “Just like that.”
“Glad it meets your approval.” Brodie’s hands smoothed down my back again, and then he began a rhythm: slow, steady, and utterly maddening. With every thrust, he seemed to fill me up just perfectly, and the sex was quickly moving from ‘talky’ to ‘heavenly.’ I began to raise my hips to meet his movements, and my entire body quaked with each forceful slap of his body against mine.
He knew just how to work me, his relentless, driving thrust making my body wild with desire. I forgot about the game, about televisions, about everything but the man over me effortlessly fucking me toward an intense orgasm.
I could feel it building, nebulous at first, and then growing stronger with each perfect, deliberate stroke into my body. I gasped, my body clenching in surprised pleasure at how speedily he’d worked me to the edge of an orgasm. “Right there,” I cried out when he rolled his hips and hit me in the perfect spot.
He only thrust harder.
I came, my body quaking, pussy clenching around his cock. I panted, gasping for breath as the release rolled through me. That had been intense.
But Brodie didn’t show signs of slowing down…or stopping. I should have realized it. The man was a champion marathoner at oral sex; why would he be any different at regular sex? Instead, he continued to hammer into me, his movements strong, sure, and hitting all my pleasure points.
And my orgasm just continued. I moaned, startled as the release just kept going…and going. “I think I’m coming again.”
“That so?” He shifted his grip on my hips and began to thrust harder, and he began hitting my g-spot.
I shrieked as the orgasm turned into an onslaught of orgasms. I was coming all over again, and I was coming even harder than before. And Brodie? He was merciless, pounding into me with such surety and control that I suspected he might be able to go for hours.
