Page 30 of In Their Hearts
“Have I made you sex drunk already? I'm nowhere near done.”
I stand and help her up. I head over to the kitchen table, my idea forming in my head to drive the man I love feral and show this woman what else she’s been missing.
“Pants off, Jo. Then get on the table.”
The sweatpants fall easily, but I see the minute she processes the rest. “What? No way. My fat butt doesn't belong on any table. I'd probably break it."
Her arms fold across her chest, lifting her breasts. I love that she's arguing with me while she's naked.
“First off, do not refer to your ass as fat. It's fucking perfect.” I reach around to grab a handful for emphasis.
“Second, I know you can’t break this table when it's held two grown men... fucking.” My other hand reaches her other cheek, and up she goes.
“There. That's almost where I want you.” I grin. “Lie on your back.” Surprisingly, she does without question.
“Good girl. I'm going to spread your thighs wide for me. I want to see all of you as I fuck you.” I help arrange her legs, her glistening sex on display. Jesus, what a feast.
The last of my patience goes out the window, and Clay’s arrival will be any minute. There’s no time to waste. I drop my flannel pants, freeing my fat cock.
“Like what you see?” I slow my strokes, giving her a show.
“Yes.”
I lean over her, putting my hand out. “Spit on my hand.”
Her eyes are fixated on my cock as she complies with my request. I use my spit-soaked hand to coat my shaft, groaning as I squeeze the tip and precum, dragging it along my cock. Using my fingers, I open her lips.
“Watch.”
Slowly, I press my hard length between her lips and over her sensitive clit. Her hips buck in response.
“Fuck. This is hot. I'm already close. My cock is going to make you come again.” I rub and add pressure. “Then I'm going to cover your sex with my hot seed. I want to see it dripping. Everywhere.”
“Oh, God.” Jo moans, pushing into me, and taking what she needs. “I can't come again. Not this soon."
“You can and you will. I need you to be relaxed and ready for us to fuck you.”
I pick up my thrusts against her clit. My precum and her arousal allow me to glide easily against her.
“Do you want my cock, Jo? Do you want to feel Clay’s shaft buried deep in you? So deep you feel him everywhere?”
My hips press down, adding more pressure and keeping her in place. My hand reaches up to pinch her nipple lightly.
“Yes!" She cries. I thrust and grind down, picking up speed.
“Fuck. You're gorgeous like this. Soon I'll be fighting your cunt to let me in.”
“Grant! Fuck, Grant!”
I don't let up as I chase my own orgasm, leaning back, I take my cock in hand. Jerking in short, fast strokes.
“Oh, fuck... yes, Jo!" The first white rope hits the top of her mound. I mark each side of her pussy and the inside of her thighs. My hand catches the table before I fall, and I try to catch my breath. Sweat is falling from my forehead. Damn. She’s like a drug, and I want another hit.
I admire my work. Cum surrounds her pussy. Some drips down to the table.
I hear the click of the door. Clay’s home. The fun is just beginning.
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