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Making Time




Just a taste, he tells me, and I knew my odds going in, and honestly, who gives a fuck about the odds when it is a win-win situation when you are making the time?

I play the game anyway and get reassurances that it will be just a taste; he agrees with his devious little smile and walks me into the bedroom. Neither of us had showered yet, and we still had little people running the house, and I hoped that would guarantee me a quick window. I locked the door behind me and we stripped on our way to the bed, to maximize our time, duh. He threw back the comforter and patted the bed where he wanted me to be. I knew I was in over my head when he pushed me onto my back, spread my legs wide, and picked up my hips to take a bite out of the back of my thigh where it meets my ass before licking me from my ass to my clit. Dirty be damned as he teased me before diving deep inside me just so I could hear him moan in delight when he found me already prepped with ovulation and slick with anticipation. His hunger was only triggered, and he made no haste nor allowed waste as he ate me with conviction. All I could do was grab the edge of the bed to keep from being pushed back while watching him devour me like a plate of ribs. I forgot that we were on a schedule, but dismissed it with my first climax and thought, “As long as we’re making the time.”

He eats me like a fat kid does cake, and often tries to finish me before I can even get a taste. I had to kick myself back onto the bed and him off me by pushing off his shoulder with my foot. He looked at me like a madman, standing at the side of the bed wearing a beard of my juices, all wide-eyed and pumped with his thick cock, calling to me like the lure of the Anglerfish. I turned before he could stop me and pulled him into my mouth, and his aggression doesn’t subside as he pins my head to the mattress and fucks my wanting mouth. He drives me to my limits, and his enthusiasm makes me hungrier. He releases my head and reaches over my ass and finds my sopping hole and pulls me deeper over his cock while preparing me for the real feast. I soon taste his pre-cum and push him off me again and retreat to the middle of the bed before he grabs me by the ankle and pulls me onto my back to him. I put my other foot against his hard chest, but he just uses it to pull me onto his raging manhood. Our bodies butt together hard, and he drives me faster until all we hear is the clapping of our bodies and my suppressed cries. I thought we were about done because of his bellicosity and frenzied pace, but then he slowed to a torturous stride because he was worried we were making too much noise. Once again, I was able to kick off him to escape to the middle of the bed, just to have him leap onto my back and growl into my ear, “Where do you think you’re going?” and grab me by the back of the neck with his powerful hand and fall into me once again with his soul-splitting cock. Oh, how we make time.

He pulls my hair back, and I wonder if he knows what that does to me. His deep and dirty whispers and the way he is bouncing off my ass take me to the brink of madness, where I surrender being quiet and tell him how I’m going to cum all over his cock. He takes it to an unexpected place and, with cool confidence, asks me all about it. So I elaborate like some dirty whore while I’m cumming. When he sees the undeniable evidence churned about his cock, he pushes my face into the mattress to quiet my screams and fucks me at an incredibly manic and nail-biting pace. I'm so enflamed and engorged with my orgasms that I feel like I’ll piss myself if I surrender to the next one, so I hold on by the skin of my teeth until I hear his deep throaty growls building to the point where he just goes silent and still while I feel his cock pump each wave into me. Only after we finish and quickly rinse to freshen up our alibis do we start to worry and wonder if we were too loud or if we potentially damaged any of our brood with our antics while making time.

Happy Hump Day!

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