Hunger
A man’s gotta do…
She wears his shirt.
It’s barely done up, leaving him to think of what’s underneath. Or not underneath.
The glimpse of skin….
The flash of white underwear…
Those long, smooth legs that had been wrapped around him last night.
She just stands there, gazing out the window and stroking the handle of the wooden spoon.
Slowly stroking the long, wooden handle…
And doing nothing else.
Or looking like she’s doing nothing else.
Bullshit, he thinks. he knows exactly what’s she doing. His shirt. That flash of underwear. She knew just what she was doing.
He stands up, feeling his cock begin to fill out.
She doesn’t even look at him as he approaches.
He pushes her back against the edge of the work top.
The wooden spoon hits the floor.
She looks at him then. Opens her mouth.
Those lips…
He puts his hand over her mouth, pushing the other one down those white pants.
Her tongue flicks against the palm across her lips.
He finds her slit between her thighs with his fingers and runs them around the smooth lips and remembers how she shaved them in front of him. Did it real slow. For ‘safety’ she told him with her legs spread wide. She knew what she was doing then.
Knew what she was doing now.
Her eyes are locked on his as he slips one finger inside her.
She gasps into his hand.
She’s wet already. He feels the walls of her pussy throb and tighten around his finger. She kisses his palm.
He’s hard now.
He wants to part those legs and shove it in there.
Give it to her hard.
Wouldn’t be the first time he’s taken her over this work top.
But, no. Not yet.
Wait.
He slips a second finger in. Pushes both of them inside her real deep. All the way to the knuckles. She braces herself against the work top. Her moan is audible, pushing her hips against his hand.
She wants it bad.
Real fucking bad. Her eyes scream it at him.
She opens her mouth and finds one of his fingers. Then gently bites down on it as he thrusts into her with his other hand.
She gasps as he fucks her with his fingers, making sure he goes in fucking deep each time. Her hips grind against his hand, meeting it thrust for thrust.
The lust in her eyes is pure, sexual wantonness. She’s hungry for it.
He’s rock hard.
Not fucking yet!
He shoves his fingers in as deep and hard as he can, then starts pumping her again. Mushing against the soaking pussy lips that clasp at his fingers!
She lifts her head back and cries out a deep guttural groan. She cums like the sexual animal she is. Loud and hard. She bites down on his hand. The pussy clamping around his fingers as her juices soak his fucking hand
He doesn’t give her a second.
He spins her round and slams her over the work top. Rips the crotch of those soaking panties aside and slams his cock inside her with one easy stroke. Her juices make it easy. He slaps her ass, making her yelp. Letting her know that this isn’t going to be nice and easy. This is down and dirty now. Cock and cunt time. No romance. Just fucking. Pure animal fucking! She grips the edge and squeezes his raging cock with the walls of her hungry pussy.
Telling him what she wants….
He fucking gives it to her….
END
