Undeniable Love

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Taking a step closer, Sierra reached up on her toes as she placed her hand on my chest. Instinctively, I lowered my lips closer to hers. When her hand began to move down my chest, to my stomach, we both smiled. “Do you think it would be worth risking our blossoming friendship to see how we would be in bed together?” Her hand landed on the hard bulge in my pants.
“Jesus, Sierra. Do you know how fucking seductive you are, or is this just you being you?” I asked as I licked my lips.
Biting on her lip, she shook her head. “I think I should go before we make a mistake I know we will both regret.”
My dick was so hard in my pants; I reached down and pushed her hand against my hard cock. “I’m thinking I don’t care at this point.”
“Tristan . . .” I dropped my coffee cup and grabbed both sides of Sierra’s face. Smashing my lips to hers, I kissed her. I couldn’t believe how much my body wanted Sierra, but my heart was fighting it like a son-of-a-bitch.
Sierra wrapped her arms around me as I moved my hands down and picked her up. Wrapping her legs around me, I carried her into the house. Something snapped in both of us. The way our tongues moved together was like we were crazed. Teeth hitting against each other as I walked over to the sofa. Dropping down, I never took my lips off hers. Sierra moaned as she began pushing off her shorts. Our kiss broke for less than ten seconds as we both ripped our shirts up and over our heads. One quick look at her breasts, I moaned and whispered, “Fuck.”
Pressing her lips back to mine, Sierra crawled on top of me. She began grinding her pussy against my hard dick as she pulled her lips from mine. “Oh God, what are we doing? This is . . . wrong . . . so wrong.”
Pushing her bra up, her tits dropped down. I quickly pulled one into my mouth and began sucking on it.
“Oh God. Tristan, I’m going to come if you keep doing that.” Her body had been neglected for so long. The way Sierra reacted to my touch was amazing. Her body was begging to be fucked.
“Sierra, I want to fuck your body and give it the attention it deserves.”
Lifting up so I could pull my pants down, Sierra watched as my dick sprung free. “Ahh . . .” was all she said as she took my dick in her hand. I jerked and grabbed her hair, pulling her head back and exposing her neck to me.
“What do you want, Sierra?”
Closing her eyes, she whispered, “To forget.”
Turning, I saw my wallet on the end table. Reaching for it, I opened it and took out a condom. “Sierra, look at me.”
Her eyes sprung open and tears began to build. “You are not my fuck buddy, Sierra. I’m giving you what is long overdue.”
“Tristan,” pulling her head closer to me, we rested our foreheads together, “make me forget him, please. Make me feel desirable again.”
Picking Sierra up, I moved her off of me as I slid the condom on. Motioning for her to sit back on me, she quickly moved over me. She positioned her pussy right at my tip. Looking into my eyes, she said, “I haven’t been with anyone but my ex-husband in over ten years.”
Smiling, I said, “Then I’ve got a lot of teaching in this fuck session, don’t I?”
She quickly sank down on me and let out a whimper. “Holy fuck, you’re huge.”
“And that would be the correct thing to say to a man you just pushed your pussy down on.”
She began moving as she placed her hands on my chest. “Feels so good. So. Much. Better. Than. A. Vibrator.”
Laughing, I placed my hands on her hips. “Ride me, Sierra. Let it go and fuck the hell out of me.”
And that she did. I had never had a girl let go like she did. I wondered what kind of sex life she had with her ex. Probably vanilla. The way she was grabbing her tits had me fighting like hell to hold off.
“Sierra, you’re getting close. I can feel you’re body trembling.”
She looked into my eyes and said, “Oh God, Tristan!” She began moving faster as her orgasm ripped through her body. She called my name out over and over as she rode me until the last ripple of her orgasm vanished.
I wasn’t done with her yet. I intended on showing her what a real man would do with her body if she was his.
Lifting her up, I set her on the sofa and stood. “Stand behind the sofa, Sierra. I’m fucking you from behind.”
“I’ve never . . . I mean . . .”
Damn it. That asshole husband of hers neglected her in every possible way.
Pulling her up, I walked her around to the back of the sofa. “Lean against the sofa and spread your legs open.”