A Presence Felt - Part 3 - Sex Stories

A Presence Felt - Part 3

... Stella shuddering and moaning. Though his cock was achingly hard, he stopped pleasuring himself as Stella's orgasm subsided. He feared she'd be angry in the aftermath, blaming him for not intervening. Instead, her stare remained hot as it met his. "More," she begged. "Please, Adrian, fuck me!"

He let out his own lust-filled groan, then climbed onto the bed. Moving on top of Stella, he guided his dick to her well-fucked opening. "Such a greedy little cunt you have," he murmured, his grin sly. Then he entered her with a hard thrust.

Perhaps the entity wasn't entirely gone, after all, for Adrian's hips pumped with the same powerful force. "Yes, yes, take my pussy!" Stella cried. She clung to him as if her very existence depended on having his cock inside her.

He broke into a sweat, pinning her wrists to the bed. "It's my cum you need, isn't it?" he growled.

Stella's muscles gripped his dick as a pre-orgasmic tremor worked its way through her body. "Yes! Oh, my God, please don't pull out!"

Adrian was so close, so ready to erupt inside her! "Oh, I'm not going to pull out. Your pussy is all mine now, Stella!" Those words made her spine arch as she came once more. The contractions brought about his own release, and he let out a helpless shout while her cunt tightened around him again and again.

After Adrian was spent, he remained inside her. Trying to catch his breath, he said, "You were certainly not imagining him fucking you before! Jesus ...

... Christ, I could see you being stretched wide!"

When Stella replied, she was breathing hard, too. Adrian noticed her eyes darken with worry. "Are you sure you'll be able to handle this? I mean, what goes on in this room? I know it's a lot to accept." He was quiet for a long moment, studying her face, and his silence made her nervously rush on. "I could always try to sell the house, but I'd have to be upfront with a potential buyer. I'd never want anyone to feel the way I did at first when I thought I might be going crazy."

Adrian gave her a tender smile. "Even if you did find a willing buyer, some dyed-in-the-wool skeptic like I used to be, would you really want to leave this place, Stella?" Instead of answering him, she looked away. "I didn't think so," Adrian went on. "In that case, you and I will have to come to an agreement."

Stella turned back to him, clearly nervous. "What kind of agreement?"

"You don't enter this room without a chaperone."

She tried and failed to stifle a giggle. "And you're the chaperone?"

"Of course," he replied with a grin. "We can have fun in this room anytime you want, but we do it together. Agreed?"

Stella nodded, her smile radiant. As Adrian nuzzled her neck with his lips, she said, "I think the presence here has managed to cure some of my deepest hang-ups and insecurities."

Adrian guided Stella's mouth to his, and she moaned as their kiss deepened. "It's been good therapy," he whispered, "for both of us."