How the fuck did her hands get under his shirt?! Her hands were sliding across his chest, gripping his shoulders and grabbing the back of his neck, holding his mouth to her neck.
What the hell was she doing?! Her mind and her body were fighting one another, but while her mind was trying to figure out what the hell was going on, her hands took on a mind of their own and caressed every heated piece of Shane’s skin that they could.
“Tell me you feel this too, Vanessa,” Shane groaned. His hand slipped under the hem of her shirt and caressed the smooth skin of her waist, creeping up higher and higher until he could slowly swipe a thumb across her lace-covered nipple. “Fuck!”
“I… I… Ohhh!” Vanessa was lost for words. Shane swept her shirt up, eyes darting down to take in the view, and bit his lip, almost growling in satisfaction when he laid eyes on her voluptuous tits.
Deep-purple lace encased them, but they swelled into a perfect cleavage that he wasted no time in shoving his face into. He licked a path between the soft mounds, savoring the feel and taste of Vanessa’s skin before biting down over her nipple, groaning in delight when Vanessa mewed in pleasure.
“You want this as much as I do, don’t you?” Shane murmured. He’d stood up, their ice cream forgotten, and settled himself between her legs, gripping her hips and caressing the silken skin.
Vanessa looked positively wanton. Hair disheveled, swollen and flushed lips, tits displayed and framed by her bra. Her skirt was scrunched up to her hips while her legs were spread open around Shane’s legs.
His gaze lazily traveled down to her pussy that peeked from her skirt. More lace, but burgundy in color. He wasn’t sure why, but Shane liked that her bra and panties didn’t match.
Shane gripped her tighter and pulled her, hard, against his straining erection, grinding the needy member against the wet lace scrap. He moaned and bent down to whisper breathily into her ear, “You may not be saying anything to me, but your pretty pussy sure is. Do I make you wet, Vanessa?”
“Shane…you…you have a girlfriend! I…I have a boyfriend! We can’t do this!” Vanessa’s words would’ve been enough to stop, but while she was stuttering excuses, she had begun to grind against his dick, her ass swaying in a motion that Shane would love to see up closer.
Vanessa groaned in frustration before both her hands shot forward to grab Shane’s ass, pulling him flush against her—needing to be closer.
“You don’t mean that. Look at you, you’re practically humping me like a bitch in heat.” Shane chuckled, a smirk appearing while suddenly thrusting forward against the thin, lace scrap.
“You’re so fucking sexy, Vanessa. You were sexy when I first saw you, all those years ago, and you’ve only grown sexier as the years have gone by.”
Vanessa was losing her control. Her hands roamed over his body, one settling in his hair and pulling him down until their lips crashed together again.
Shane wasn’t done talking, though; he pulled her hair back again and reveled in the erotic little gasp from her lips. He licked up the column of her neck as he continued.
“Did you know I used to stroke myself to you? The image of your mouth, you poking your tongue out at me. I pictured them around my dick while your big brown eyes looked up at me. I came, imagining you choking on it with watering eyes. I wanted to taste this pussy.”
Shane suddenly palmed her wet heat. “You want me to taste you. I can see it in your eyes. Lie back, Vanessa. Let me taste you.”
The fight was dimming from Vanessa. She couldn’t even think! Vanessa leaned back, her heated skin meeting the table as she began to give in.
The bench was cool against her hot skin, but her trembling legs were shaking in anticipation rather than coldness. Shane sat on the bench between her legs, his rough palms sliding up her thick thighs, feeling them tremble.
His index finger stroked Vanessa’s cunt from clit to ass, up and down until—
He used the flat of his tongue to tease her, taste her, to practically devour her! He sucked on her clit as he shoved two fingers inside her wetness and pumped at her.
Vanessa moaned at the intrusion; she could hear her wetness with every thrust of his fingers. She couldn’t squeeze her legs like she wished she could.
Shane held her legs wide, and she could do nothing but hold his face to her cunt as she climbed higher and higher toward her orgasm.
Shane sucked her clit, gently biting, and pumped his fingers as he added another into her ass, lubricated by her dripping juices.
Vanessa hadn’t experienced this amount of overstimulation. She squeezed Shane’s head with her thighs and screamed as her orgasm exploded, again and again.
Fireworks weren’t exploding just in the sky! “Fuckkkk!” Vanessa screamed. She pushed roughly at Shane and practically fell off the table as she scrambled to his pants.
Her pupils were dilated, her heart was racing, and she was salivating for a taste of his cock. She felt so high on the pleasurable sparks from her orgasm that tunnel-visioned toward Shane’s cock.
She grabbed him by the front of his shirt and turned him. Then, she pushed Shane by the chest so he continued to sit on the bench with his back leaned against the table.
Vanessa stroked her palm up and down the bulge of his pants, finding the zipper and pulling it down. She was practically salivating.
Shane and Vanessa had the same thought because as soon as Vanessa had taken a second to appreciate the glory of his thick cock, she leaned down to fully take him into her mouth; at the same time, Shane grabbed her hair and pulled her head down hard.
The result was a deliriously deep suck where his cock nudged the back of Vanessa’s throat, and her eyes rolled back in their sockets as she deep-throated again and again.
She gagged, but not wanting to stop, she held her head down to keep pushing down, down, down on his swollen dick.
She pulled back and gasped deeply for air as her hand took over stroking. She bent down further and sucked one of his balls into her mouth before repeating to the other.
Vanessa switched from tasting his balls to licking up between them to stroke up the entire length and feel the hardness on her tongue.
Shane grabbed her hair again and pushed her down on his cock, keeping her down as he fucked her mouth. He loved the sound of her gagging on him, and he knew she loved it too because she had begun to rub her clit at the same time.
“Fucking hell, Vanessa! This is so much better than any image I could think of. Your mouth feels amazing!” He thrust in deeply one more time and pulled back, listening to her gasping for air again.
“Fuck me, Shane,” Vanessa gasped. “Here, right now. I need it!”
She didn’t need to tell him again.
Shane pulled her up and pushed her to lay down on the table. He pulled her flimsy lace bra down and watched as the bunched-up bra pushed her jiggling tits up higher.
He stroked himself with one hand; the other was slapping the swell of her breast before he pinched the nipple. He tweaked them and watched as the hardened pink tips strained up toward his mouth.
He leaned down and tasted them, mouth straining to take in as much as possible, then roughly bit down on the nipple as he pulled back. Vanessa moaned loudly, and he took that moment to thrust himself into her.
“Shit!”
“Fuck!”
Shane grabbed Vanessa’s shoulders and used the leverage to pull her down as he thrust up into her. Their skin slapped loudly, only muffled by the ongoing fireworks surrounding them.
Vanessa took over pinching her nipples, grabbing at her tits and squeezing them together.
Shane was mesmerized. He watched the swells of her tits bounce with every one of his thrusts, and he knew he couldn’t last much longer.
Pushing two fingers into her hot, panting mouth, he shivered at the feel of the wet warmth and when her tongue caressed his digits.
The feel of her tongue simultaneously as her hot pussy gripped him made him sweat. He knew she could taste her pussy on his fingers, and he pushed them deeper, wanting to hear her gag for him again.
“You have a nasty little mouth, don’t you, Vanessa?”
She nodded in desperation. Oh, she was a bad girl.
“Where should I cum, I wonder? Your tight cunt?” he asked with a slam of his hips.
“Your dirty mouth?” He pushed his fingers to gag her again. “Or maybe this delectable ass?” he asked as he slapped the side of her ass.
Vanessa licked at his palm, and the motion just about ended him. Removing his wet fingers from the well of her mouth, Shane lowered his hand below his slowly pumping cock to the tight muscle of her ass.
“I bet you’d like me to fuck this ass, wouldn’t you? So much dirtier than I gave you credit for, Vanessa.”
Shane circled the tight muscle, pushing in a finger and feeling her core flutter around his cock at the intrusion.
The muscle in Shane’s clenched jaw ticked at the combination of her pussy and ass gripping him, and his hips jerked with uncoordinated pumps.
The feel of his cock and finger sliding in and out of Vanessa was too much for the both of them. Vanessa arched her back as her orgasm slammed into her so hard it seemed like the world turned sideways.
With a final thrust, Shane pulled out and pulled her down to her knees. She pounced forward and took him in completely, sucking on him hard and deep, her cheeks hollowing around him.
Shane pushed her head down and groaned as he came. Spurts of his cum rushed out into Vanessa’s open throat. He convulsed as he felt her throat spasm around his climaxing cock, and he gasped through his intense orgasm before pulling back.
It was as though his senses were both dulled and enhanced at the same time—everything was loud and incomprehensible. It felt like Vanessa sucked his damned soul out from his dick!
He fell back onto the bench, and Vanessa followed, still on her knees. His cum had overflowed from her pretty mouth; white spots speckled the corners of her lips, and drops peppered her tits.
He caught his breath as he watched her rub at the remaining cum and lick it back up off her fingers before turning to him and gently licking the glistening tip of his well-sucked cock.
How long had they been fucking for? Minutes? Hours? Fireworks were still exploding, so who the hell knew?
Vanessa finally stood up and fixed herself, chuckling awkwardly as she looked at the ripped-up pieces of her panties.
“Well, those are definitely for the bin,” she laughed as she fixed her breasts back into her bra.
Shane scoffed, tucked himself back into his pants, and picked them up. “If I don’t get to fuck your pussy again, I’m fucking these instead.”
Vanessa blushed. Blushed! After what they just did—before laughing in disbelief.
Shane pocketed her underwear and pulled her closer by the hips in a possessive grip. “I don’t know what we’re going to do now… But, I definitely want you again. And soon.”
He leaned down and, unlike their passionately rough kisses, he kissed her tenderly. “That’s what I should’ve done back then. That should’ve been our first kiss.”
The drive home with Shane was a blur. His hand was unable to stop caressing Vanessa’s smooth thigh.
Vanessa dropped her university bag on the floor and slid down against the front door.
It was like a dream, a hazy dream that she wasn’t sure if she had actually woken up from, or not.
