1. Reassembling the night


    Date: 3/7/2016, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: WannabeWordsmith, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

    way she reacted to his subtle challenges: it all leaked information that he'd absorbed and profiled. It was almost second nature. During breakfast he'd tested her, figured her weaknesses, her strengths, her desires, and could play to each of them. The final 30% clicked into place. She wasn't to be treated as a conquest or she'd see right through him. She was airy, fun, casual, offering herself willingly, no strings attached, needing to be taken somewhere new and fresh and exciting, out of her comfort zone to appease her darker side. Just enough so he wasn't considered boring; another in her long line of also-rans. She was ripe for a little experimentation and would love being out of control. He'd missed out the night before and damn well wasn't going to make the same mistake twice. Flipping up her skirt, he gripped the waistband of her panties, yanking them down to her knees and freeing her bountiful globes amid her sharp intake of breath. Crouching, Ryan smiled at the rose jiggling in front of his face, raised his hand and spanked her left cheek squarely over the tat, watching the flesh deform and return to shape. Imogen squeaked but, tellingly, didn't complain or reach back to rub the spot he'd marked. She stayed put, bent over the sink staring at the lazy Saturday unfolding outside while Ryan smacked her other cheek hard. She didn't whimper as much. Was probably expecting it. That would never do. He dug his fingers in, lifted each meaty orb and let them swing back ...
    together, the thick waft of her arousal enveloping him. Despite the extra weight, she had good muscle tone. He thwacked her again. Ran his fingers down over the delightful crease at the top of her legs, between her thighs, insistently parting her. The panties at her knees stretched tight, a few threads snapping as she took a quarter step wider. The sudden intrusion of his fingers sawing along the cleft of her hairy slit made her gasp, droplets indicating her readiness despite the rocket-propelled warm-up time. In truth, the last ninety minutes had been warm-up and she'd barely realised. Ryan smiled. Standing, he aligned his throbbing cock with her entrance, reached for a fistful of hair and yanked her head back as he sank inside. She cried out, pussy lips drawing him into her moistening sanctuary until she was fully impaled, adjusting to his girth. His dick swelled and he started to draw out, just halfway, before sliding in again to the hilt. Slowly and deliberately at first, the time between each stroke gradually shortened as opaque wetness oozed from her centre, clinging to the hairs like dew on a spider web. He let go of the ponytail he'd fashioned and she rolled her head forward akin to a prize bull preparing for the charge. She rested her forearms on the worktop and pushed back against him rhythmically. Forcefully. He let her take this little bit of control. Enjoyed it immensely when his prey thought they had power. It made it so much sweeter when he took it away. Sliding her ...
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