Smoke Jumper - Sex Stories

Smoke Jumper

... waited just beneath, pausing only momentarily to gauge her wetness, he plunged his cock home in a single thrust. They howled in unison, and for a fraction of a second, they paused. He marveled at her warm, wet depths and she reveled in the feeling of being impaled on his hardness and then all reserve was abandoned. The room was filled with the sounds and scents of feral fucking. He pounded at her relentlessly, grunting with each thrust and she gasped as he bottomed out deep inside her.

This was not lovemaking or even sex. This was fucking, pure and simple, just as she had demanded. And it was precisely what each needed. The only respite came when, Brooke’s body stiffened, every muscle in her core contracting at once, squeezing his cock from her pussy, followed by a tremendous gush of fluid that ran down his legs, splashed his jeans, and pooled on the floor beneath them. Jake paused, uncertain what to do until she let out a scream of frustration and said, “Don’t stop!”

Needing no further instructions, he flipped her over, re-positioned her ass on the edge of the desk, and reburied himself in her. As she wrapped her legs around his back a look was exchanged that made it clear to both that the First Law of Quickies was now in effect: everyone was in charge of their ...

... own orgasm. So as he resumed his pounding of her pussy, her left hand flew to her clit and began making frantic circles.

As climax inched closer for both, the world around them shrank. Both were focused on a singular purpose. Moans and grunts punctuated the sound of their bodies slapping together, with the volume creeping ever upward until she finally slipped over the edge. A strangled, stuttering scream poured from her as her body convulsed around him. With a roar he followed suit, barely able to pull out before erupting all over her sundress bunched around her waist and in her pubic hair.

Like the fight that had preceded it, the encounter was brief, violent, and memorable.

As the rush of the moment wore off and their breathing came back to normal, the two of them burst into laughter, falling into each other's arms, convulsing at the ridiculousness of what had just transpired. When the laughter ended, they kissed again.

“Well, what now,” Jake asked.

“When do you have to get back to your tower?” she asked.

“My ride comes through Monday morning,” he said.

“Well, you’re all mine until then, and other than some laundry,” she said, looking first at her dress and then at his drenched shirt and pants. “I need a whole lot more of whatever that just was!”