Selena Kitt - Yank

“Oh Jesus!” I whispered, grabbing her arse and pulling the weight of her into the saddle of my hips. She leaned back, her hair spilling over my shoulder as she steadied herself with her palms on my thighs. My hands went naturally around, cupping her heavy breasts, their nipples hard and growing harder as I rolled them between thumb and finger. The feel of my cock so deep inside of her was bliss, so good I thought I would pass out-and then she began to move.

It wasn’t a proper fuck-there was no thrusting involved. She moved her hips in splendid circles, grinding her arse down against me, making my cock writhe inside the encompassing heat of her flesh. She took my hand, moving it between her legs, helping me find her clit.

“Rub it, Davey,” she murmured, dancing around on my prick. “Faster, baby, faster! Yes…yes! That’s good!” I found the rhythm she liked, trying to keep up with her, our breath coming in short, harsh pants as we rocked together on the edge of the bed. Gasping, she slowed, digging her nails into my thighs, her hips still rocking slightly, more with the motion of my hand than anything else.

“Oh god…oh god…baby…sweet baby, yes, yes, make me come!” Her voice was barely above a whisper, urging me on, and my cock swelled inside of her at the thought of her impending orgasm. I worked at it, my fingers sliding through the wet heat of her flesh, moving across the hood of her sensitive, hidden clit, feeling her shiver in my lap. “Ummm…Ummmm…Ummmmmm…” The sound of her drove me starkers and I reached up with my other hand to grab her breast, squeezing and rolling her nipple, feeling her tense and stiffen.

“Oh!” Her orgasm surprised her, and the feel of her pussy spasming around my cock nearly ambushed me into climax too. It was a delicious pull, the lure of the siren, the steady, rhythmic contractions of her flesh as she shuddered and rocked, losing her breath and finding it again a moment later in sharp gasps. She whimpered and sighed, sliding off my prick, leaving me wet and throbbing and aching for the heat of her cunt. Collapsing onto her belly on the bed, she looked over at me, now all content and satisfied.

“You are so fucking good.” Her praise made both my ego and cock swell in unison. She reached between my legs, wrapping a lazy hand around me and thumbing the tip, back and forth, making me moan.

“Dawnie, please…”

She gave me a saucy smile, stroking me a little faster. “What’s the matter?”

I groaned, trying not to think anymore about the possibility of getting caught. I was peripherally aware, my ears tuned to the sound of someone on the stairs, the squeaky board on the landing, but the feel of her hand tugging at my cock was too delicious to ignore. I wanted her-I wanted to fuck her senseless, make her scream. I wanted to come inside her so hard I saw stars and my ears rang.

“You started this.” I got up, grabbing her hips and pulling her to her knees on the bed. She gave a short, surprised squeal but her body didn’t protest. Her arse rose into the air, her pussy still swollen from her delectable dance on my cock. I slid my fingers through the wetness for a moment, taking myself in hand and pressing the head to the wet, peeking hole I ached to fill.

“Come on, Davey.” She was teasing, squeezing the muscles of her pussy against the head of my dick. “Take that pussy. You know you want it.”

That was a fucking understatement.

“You want to fuck my cunt, don’t you?” she murmured, the devilish tone in her voice taking me ‘round the twist.

“Yes!” I hissed, grabbing her arse and driving myself deep. She moaned and arched back, meeting my thrust. “Fuck yes!”

I wanted it. I wanted it, and more importantly, I was taking it. She was mine, completely and utterly. No more Ken the wanker, nothing between us, we were flesh against flesh, buried again and again, like an exquisite secret I never wanted to be revealed. I took her because she was mine, she had always been mine, and as much as I wanted to deny it, to pretend it wasn’t true-maybe I was afraid because I knew it really was so-fucking her was the closest I was ever going to come to complete. I never wanted it to end.

But Dawn was making those little squeaky noises again, her tell-tale “uh, uh, uh,” and I was so close, I was getting loopy-the world was fading in and out with every thrust. When she came again, her fingers working between her legs, her tits swaying beneath her against the bed, she let out several long, low moans, each one successively louder-way too loud to be mistaken for anything other than they were. I heard something-I thought for sure I heard something, that squeaky step on the landing maybe? Panicked, I looked toward the door, worried my mum had heard and was coming to investigate. I pumped faster into her cunt, watching my cock disappear between the hot pink flesh, determined to come, come, come, I told myself I didn’t care who might interrupt us at any minute…

“No!” Dawn shifted her hips forward, and although I grabbed for her, she was too fast and out of my reach. “I want it!” she insisted, turning and grabbing my aching cock. “I want your cum. Make me swallow it all.”

Fuck. That was it. I grabbed her by the hair, growling and thrusting my cock to the very back of her throat, not caring if she gagged-and she did, but she didn’t seem to mind.

“Ahhhhh fuck!” I groaned. “Swallow it! Swallow it all, Dawnie!”

She grabbed the clench of my arse in her hands and pulled me in deeper, the sounds she made in her throat urging me on, and I exploded, convulsing uncontrollably and shooting hot waves of cum into her eager, waiting mouth. I heard her swallowing and I gave her more, more, blasting her with so much of the stuff I wondered, for a brief, dizzy moment, if a man could hemorrhage from loss of semen.

She grinned at me, wiping her chin, her eyes bright. “Mmmm…more?”

“You’re bad,” I whispered, stroking her hair, feeling my cock waning wetly against my thigh.

“You like me that way.”

She was right.

“Oh fuck!” I grabbed for my underwear and trousers, yanking them on. “I’m late.”

“What for?” Dawn pulled a cover over her, looking disheveled and distracting with one thigh peeking out from under the sheet.

I sighed. “My date.”

“Oh right.” She rolled her eyes. “Jules the twat face?”

I reached for the doorknob, not wanting to look back at her. “Button it!”

“Don’t you want to stay here with me?” Dawn pulled the sheet aside a little-I did look back, I couldn’t help it-and I caught a glimpse of the sweetness I’d been buried in moments ago. “Your mum and dad are supposed to go out later.”

I actually considered it. I stood there and weighed my options, but knew if I stayed-I’d never leave again. Then I shook my head, grimacing, and told her, “Dawn, no. I have to go.”

I turned away from her pouty look, tried to block it out as I shut her door and headed down the hall. I went into the washroom, did a quick shave, brushed my hair and washed my teeth. I didn’t notice my mum on the landing until I started down the stairs. I nearly jumped out of my skin at the sight of her sitting there-just…sitting there.

“Mum?”

She looked up at me, and I knew. She knew . Fuck. Her eyes were blank. “Going out, Davey?”

I nodded, swallowing past a lump in my throat. “You all right, Mum?”

“Fine.” Her voice was distant. “Your dad will be home soon.”

“I’ll be late,” I said, stepping past her on the stairs. “Real late.”

“That’s fine.”

I wanted to escape. The thought that my mum knew-what had she heard? Anything? Did she really know? Why else would she be sitting on the landing, practically catatonic? I glanced back when I hit the bottom of the stairs. She was looking my way, but it was like she was looking past me.