Page 24 of Hardcore Vanilla
Hell yes. Give it to me, baby.
A moment later, his hands were back on her hips, his cock pressing against her wet opening. At last he thrust forward, impaling her in one sure, hard stroke. Sharon cried out as his weight pushed at her, her arm muscles tightening as she braced herself against the thrust, her breasts bouncing heavily. The position made her tight, despite how wet she was, and his thick length stretching her open felt so fucking good.
Immediately he started moving, thrusting roughly. Sharon looked into the reflection to see him watching her there as well, his eyes on her breasts as they jiggled and swayed with every thrust. His fingers were digging into her hips, holding her in place for him as he moved powerfully behind her, making her feel utterly helpless even though she wasn't bound, because she couldn't shift her position without risking falling over. And all the while, she could see his fierce expression as he filled her over and over again.
It was way better than any porn.
Whimpering, she pushed back against him, her muscles clenching around him with every thrust. His fingers moved over her hip, dipping down between her legs, his gaze dropping to watch as he pressed the pads of his fingers against her swollen clit. Sharon moaned, arching her back and sliding to bend forward even more. It made watching harder, but it felt so good that she didn't care.
"Just think, princess, if anyone is in that building over there... if anyone on the street looks up... they'll be able to see you... naked and being fucked from behind, your tits bouncing, totally exposed to them..." Holy shit, Jake had a dirty mouth when he wanted to. "They'll see my hand between your legs, pinching your clit while I fuck you..."
His actions matched his words, and Sharon shuddered as her orgasm began to explode inside of her in response to the direct stimulation and his dirty talk. She cried out, her head dropping down as the waves of pleasure surged through her, her body clamping down around him.
But he was nowhere near his own climax, especially not after already having come once, and he kept moving, kept thrusting. She writhed with the intense sensations as he fucked her right through her orgasm. Tears sparked in the back of her eyes as her legs trembled, and Jake's hand moved away from her clit, giving her a bit of a reprieve from the overwhelming stimulation, so that he could help hold her up.
"Oh fuck... oh fuck..." The words bubbled up and out as her ecstasy swirled around her. They were the only words she could form, as if the pleasure had short-circuited her brain entirely.
As Jake surged inside of her, moving even harder and faster, she felt her muscles crumbling under the erotic assault. She was hanging from his hands now, shuddering with every thrust, her arms barely able to hold her up against the window. "Oh fuck... oh fuck..."
His low groan coincided with his hardest thrust yet, filling her completely, his grip like iron as he held her ass flush against his groin. Sharon clenched around him, gasping as her orgasm finally began to die down while he throbbed inside of her.
"Oh fuck..." she muttered.
Behind her, Jake chuckled as his fingers relaxed and began to caress her skin. "Yes, I believe you said that already."
She closed her eyes, practically humming with pleasure as he stroked her sides. Leaning forward slightly, she rested her head against her arm, panting a bit for breath. Damn that had been hot. Surprising in some ways too. Jake was way more perverted than she'd given him credit for, and in just the right ways.
Lips pressed against the top of her spine as he slipped his softening cock from the grip of her body. "Want to take this party to the bedroom for round two?"
Sharon groaned as her knees wobbled. Her muscles all felt like Jell-O. "I'm not sure I can walk yet. In fact, I'm pretty sure I can't feel anything below my waist right now."
He laughed, and she squeaked as she found herself hauled up into his arms.
Swoon.
Not quite Captain Caveman, but just as nice. Maybe nicer since she could cuddle up against his bare chest rather than having his shoulder digging into her stomach.
When she looked up at him, Jake was eyeing her shoes while he carried her down the hall. Seeing her looking at him, he grinned.
"You're going to keep those on for round two."
Bossy man.
Sharon pinched his nipple and he growled at her, picking up his pace as he carried her to the bedroom.
Maybe not having a roommate right now isn't so bad, she thought, a bit hazily. Tonight definitely would not have gone down this way if she lived with someone.
Chapter 6
It was early morning when Jake left Sharon's apartment, reluctantly pulling himself from her ridiculously comfortable bed with her ridiculously soft sheets. Why the hell had she ever wanted to sleep over at his place when she had a bed like this waiting for her at home? Getting up hurt him both physically and emotionally. He couldn’t understand how she’d been just as happy to sleep in his bed – he’d choose hers every time.
Although, some of his sore muscles might also be from the 'epic fuckfest' they'd indulged in last night. Her words, not his, but he couldn't deny their accuracy. Hell, he felt dehydrated this morning. He wasn't even sure his last orgasm had included any liquid. Sharon was completely passed out still, snoring softly. The urge to roll her onto her side so that she would stop, and he could fall back asleep, curled up around her, had been strong.
Which was why he'd made himself get up.
That was not the kind of relationship they had. Plus, denying her the pleasure of kicking him out was a small triumph in and of itself. Although, after the many orgasms he'd given her last night, he wasn't entirely sure she would have kicked him out... But he wouldn't put it past her. If only because she'd said she would and had seemed like she was looking forward to it.
Walking through her apartment and picking up his clothes had made him feel strangely insecure. Yeah, he knew that she was independently wealthy, but knowing it and seeing where she actually lived were two different things. The view from her windows in the morning light was just as spectacular than it had been the night before, if not more so. The kitchen was a chef's dream, the living areas elegant but homey, and everything looked like it was state-of-the-art.
