Finals Frenzy 2 - Sex Stories

Finals Frenzy 2

... eyes darkened and followed every movement, tracing the heated path left behind. “Why did you do that?” he growled, leaning forward, his face inches from mine. “Do what?” I asked with feigned innocence. “Don’t play with me. I asked around about you. I thought you were a college slut that had needed a good fucking. The only problem was you didn’t quite fit the description,” he hissed, his face millimeters away from mine. With each word his chest brushed against mine, sending shivers of pleasure through my nipples and breasts. I was possessed with desire. The desire to trace my tongue all over, and into each and every crevice he had to offer. The desire to have my aching pussy filled with cock; his cock. The presence lodged between my legs reminded me that he was just as horny as I was. He had put me under his spell, and now I wanted to put him under mine. Slowly, I dragged the tips of my feet along his legs before wrapping them around his waist. My eyes were on his, daring him to not look away. Our groins ground together and a small moan escaped my lips before I bit them. Somehow my fingers were tangled in his hair. His heavy breathing was mixed with mine. There was only the distant hum of the machine underneath me. "Aren't you going to kiss me?" I asked, giving him a dirty little smile. The racketing machine only helped to grind his erection harder against my heated pussy. Ben's thick fingers wrapped themselves around my long locks, craning my neck and exposing my unsteady ...

... pulse. Slowly, he licked my neck with a single broad stroke, tasting my flesh before sucking on it hard. “Ooohhh.” The small moan escaped my lips before I could stop it. “Tell me what you want,” Ben snarled, rubbing his manhood hard against my groin. A small giggle escaped my lips and the fire in his eyes flared once again. It only made me want to tease him more. This was what I wanted: raw, rough and angry sex. “Is this what you want?” He punctuated each word with added hip thrusts, sending tremors of pleasure through my body, and fire in my veins. I threw my head back and moaned, biting my lips, refusing to answer him. I shook my head and giggled again, just to mock him. The ricochet of the laundry machine involuntarily added more delicious contact as it switched gears into the spin cycle. “Ooohhh.” Suddenly Ben stopped and stepped away, separating our bodies. I couldn’t let that happen, I wanted his cock too much. “Fuck me, Ben.” The words escaped my lips before I could even comprehend them. “No.” “I want your cock inside my pussy.” It was both a statement of need, and a plea. I lost all inhibitions and tried to pull him closer. Without waiting for a response, I pulled his shirt off, frantically. “Fuck, you’re playing mind games with me,” Ben barked. His lips were begging me to bite them as my fingers threaded themselves through his hair. I pulled on his hair hard, making our lips collide in a whirlwind. My tongue probed his before his melted into mine, and we tasted each ...