A Presence Felt - Part 3 - Sex Stories

A Presence Felt - Part 3

... aside, gesturing for Adrian to enter. As he moved past her, every muscle tense with anticipation, he detected the scent of her sex. She'd obviously been pleasuring herself before he arrived. Once Stella closed and locked the door, she reached for his hand. He allowed her to lead him down the hall and toward that illuminated doorway at the end of it.

As soon as they stepped inside the room, Stella whirled to face him. He gasped when she roughly pulled his shirt from his pants and then ripped it open, sending buttons clattering against the hardwood floor. He was quick to shrug out of the ruined shirt, and while he tugged his undershirt over his head, she unfastened his belt buckle. Adrian whispered her name, but she kept her attention focused on stripping him from the waist down, each of her movements firm and deliberate. "How long have you been like this?" he dared to ask.

Stella lifted her head. Her mouth was twisted into that familiar sneer. "Hours. I left work early and came straight home to this room. I've lost count of how many orgasms I've had." She brushed her fingertips over Adrian's lips, then worked them into his mouth. He moaned at the taste, for those fingers had been between her thighs, and inside her cunt. Her hair was disheveled, and her cheeks were still flushed. "Finish getting undressed," she ordered.

Adrian immediately did as she said; tonight, he would do anything she demanded. He could only trust that the presence which previously controlled ...

... him, and which now influenced Stella, wouldn't suddenly develop a penchant for inflicting pain.

Stella licked her lips at the sight of Adrian's erection. She sank to her knees before him, her tongue appearing almost obscene while she lapped up his precum. His breathing quickened when she spread her legs wider. Her slip rode up her thighs, giving Adrian a glimpse of her pubic hair. As Stella sucked his tip, moaning with her own excitement, she began playing with her pussy. A tremor of lust went through him when he heard how wet she was.

"You're so fucking sexy!" he murmured, smoothing her hair back from her face. He was rock-hard between her lips, and his knees buckled a little at the overwhelming pleasure her mouth delivered.

She finally pulled off to draw in a lungful of hair. Then she took her hand from between her legs, revealing fingers coated with her wetness. That sly grin returned to her lips as she used her other hand to spread his ass cheeks. "Stella, what—"

"Shh." While her eyes locked with his, she grazed a slick fingertip over his hole, her touch feather-light. Still, he sucked in a startled breath. "Don't forget, I've been inside your head," she told him, her voice taunting. "I know all the dirty things you long to try, Adrian."

He cried out when she eased her index finger inside him. Shame burned his face at the feel of his muscles clenching. "Ah, fuck!" he groaned.

While gently penetrating his ass, Stella returned to sucking his dick. Her gag ...