Niceandbrutal
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"Don't stop! Don't-- Stop--!"
He had no intention to. More than his own release, he needed to hear that he was SOMETHING to at least one woman, one night. To have her damn near asphyxiating him with her own thighs out of sheer pleasure, to have her buck her hips so hard against him that she almost caused a nosebleed and finally, to have her go limp like a ragdoll out of sheer pleasure was as big a reward as it was getting to fuck her. He meant something to her. In the back of his mind he knew that it might just be this one night, but this night he was hers and she was his.
And when they sat entwined on the shower floor, she gave him a look that he'd treasure forever and a caress that made him want to weep with joy. But he didn't. Instead he latched on to her words. "Fuck me, Robert. Fuck me. Hard." He smiled. "I will," he whispered back before he kissed her deeply.
He made her drape her arms around his neck. Then he placed one hand firmly under her ass. Using his free arm for support and making sure her legs were around his waist, he slowly got up. The holds in the shower cabinet were about the right height. He placed her ass on top of the holds and cushioned with his hands to protect her from the cold metal and to gain leverage for what was to come. His dick was throbbing in anticipation now, and he could wait no longer. He entered her cave in a single slow measured stroke, making him moan in relief. And then he started fucking her.
This was another experience entirely from Carol. She had lain under him, passively receiving him, never telling him how she liked it, no feedback whatsoever. In hindsight, he wasn't sure she had enjoyed sex with him at all. Millie on the other hand? There was no doubting what she wanted and no doubt that she liked it. Standing upright, he piled into her like a jackhammer out of control.
He kept up a murderous pace for a couple of minutes when they got a nasty surprise. He was out of hot water! But he was so into it now that he just turned off the shower with one hand, lifted Millie off the holds, and carried her the short distance to his bed. He lay her down on top of the blankets and positioned himself between her legs. She reached down and guided him inside and he started pounding her again while kissing, licking and biting her. He was sure his back would be raw tomorrow from all the scratch marks she'd made.
He was surprised by his own stamina until he remembered he'd already jacked off that night. Had he been told then that he would be fucking the object of his desires in a few hours, he'd have laughed in derision. Yet here he was.
The first tinglings that heralded his orgasm had started. He increased the pace further while he whispered in her ear: "I'm close, Millie. Come with me!"
He had no intention to. More than his own release, he needed to hear that he was SOMETHING to at least one woman, one night. To have her damn near asphyxiating him with her own thighs out of sheer pleasure, to have her buck her hips so hard against him that she almost caused a nosebleed and finally, to have her go limp like a ragdoll out of sheer pleasure was as big a reward as it was getting to fuck her. He meant something to her. In the back of his mind he knew that it might just be this one night, but this night he was hers and she was his.
And when they sat entwined on the shower floor, she gave him a look that he'd treasure forever and a caress that made him want to weep with joy. But he didn't. Instead he latched on to her words. "Fuck me, Robert. Fuck me. Hard." He smiled. "I will," he whispered back before he kissed her deeply.
He made her drape her arms around his neck. Then he placed one hand firmly under her ass. Using his free arm for support and making sure her legs were around his waist, he slowly got up. The holds in the shower cabinet were about the right height. He placed her ass on top of the holds and cushioned with his hands to protect her from the cold metal and to gain leverage for what was to come. His dick was throbbing in anticipation now, and he could wait no longer. He entered her cave in a single slow measured stroke, making him moan in relief. And then he started fucking her.
This was another experience entirely from Carol. She had lain under him, passively receiving him, never telling him how she liked it, no feedback whatsoever. In hindsight, he wasn't sure she had enjoyed sex with him at all. Millie on the other hand? There was no doubting what she wanted and no doubt that she liked it. Standing upright, he piled into her like a jackhammer out of control.
He kept up a murderous pace for a couple of minutes when they got a nasty surprise. He was out of hot water! But he was so into it now that he just turned off the shower with one hand, lifted Millie off the holds, and carried her the short distance to his bed. He lay her down on top of the blankets and positioned himself between her legs. She reached down and guided him inside and he started pounding her again while kissing, licking and biting her. He was sure his back would be raw tomorrow from all the scratch marks she'd made.
He was surprised by his own stamina until he remembered he'd already jacked off that night. Had he been told then that he would be fucking the object of his desires in a few hours, he'd have laughed in derision. Yet here he was.
The first tinglings that heralded his orgasm had started. He increased the pace further while he whispered in her ear: "I'm close, Millie. Come with me!"