Megan was beyond control, writhing underneath him and pressing her pussy up into his skilled mouth. He sucked hard on her clit and when he slid a third finger inside her it sent her over the edge. He continued to tease her little bud, drawing out her orgasm and overwhelming her senses.
Her pussy was pulsing with her need and her body still ached for him. Before she could calm down he turned, and in one swift motion, his mouth met hers and his cock pushed against her hot opening.
“I am going to enjoy fucking your soaking wet pussy,” he said whispering softly into her ear as his cock pressed against her.
He pushed the head of his cock slowly inside her and she felt her pussy ache as her body stretched to accommodate his thick member.
“God, you’re so tight,” he grunted as he continued to inch his way further inside her. He pushed forward slowly, forcing her tight channel to accept his large cock.
Megan moaned with pleasure as she felt her pussy open reluctantly as he penetrated her even further. The deeper inside her he pushed, the more overwhelming the sensation became.
“Oh god,” she moaned as she felt his balls gently touch her ass. Her body was stretched beyond anything she had ever imagined, a perfect mixture of pleasure and pain. He remained there for a moment, letting her get used to his size.
Megan had never had a man fill her pussy so completely. Her muscles clenched tightly around him and she felt him get even harder. Instinctively, she pushed up against his erection, driving him even deeper inside. He groaned as pulled himself out slowly and began a steady rhythm, pounding her hard and fast, his balls hitting against her ass. Megan pushed up to meet him as he plunged inside her and felt her body begin to build to another climax. With each stoke, she felt herself getting more overwhelmed and the orgasm growing.
His breathing was losing control as he pounded her harder and faster. Suddenly, Megan arched her back as wave after wave of orgasm overwhelmed her body and she began to tremble uncontrollably. With each new stroke, she felt her body overcome with sensation. His rhythm became even harder and faster as his balls slapped against her ass. He groaned with his desire and with one last, hard thrust, he came, cock buried deep inside her, pulsing as he came inside her.
He collapsed on top of her, breathing hard and she wrapped her arms around his neck, her body still in shock from the mind blowing orgasms she had just had.
An immeasurable time later, Brian lifted himself up onto his elbows and hovered over her, his lips just out of reach. He brushed a wayward hair off her cheek and leaned down and kissed her.
“I’ll be back tonight to redo all the electrical,” he said simply “You certainly met your end of our deal.”
Megan’s was speechless. He seemed so casual that she couldn’t help wondering if this was still just a business deal to him. She knew they hadn’t had time to talk or even think, but she had been so overwhelmed by her response to him that she thought he felt it too.
“Wow, this place really isn’t built well for a new house,” he said as looked around her house idly. Megan could not believe how distant he seemed as he analyzed every inch of the house. His cock was still inside her! How could even think about the house? She wanted to just close her eyes and disappear, but he was still lying on top of her, trapping her there next to him.
“You know,” he said as he continued to scan the room “I am also a pretty decent handyman and frankly, from what I see here, I think you need one. It would have to be a fair trade again,” he said with a cocky grin, his eyes locked on hers. “So, what do you say? Do you need any help with this big house?”
Megan looked up at him wondering if he meant what she hoped he meant, “Well, yes, I suppose I could use some help,” she answered hesitantly.
“Of course, it won’t be easy. A job like this could take months to get in shape. Do you think you could get used to me hanging around here regularly?” he asked with a wicked smile that promised more.
She smiled, as she understood what he had in mind. “Why yes. Yes I think I could.”
Up In The Air
Her legs were burning and she was out of breath by the time she saw her gate come into view. She kept running, even though the sign said “Departed” hoping that maybe it was wrong and there was a chance that she could still board the plane. She stopped in front of the gate assistant, gasping for air as she tried to speak. “Please, I have to get onto the 5:40 flight to the Grand Caymans”.
The airline employee on the other side of the desk looked up, calm, collected and polite but completely indifferent. “I am so sorry Miss, but the flight has already taken off. If you would like, we can see if there’s space on the next flight out.”
Lisa took a deep breath and exhaled slowly in relief. “Oh, thank you. I was so worried I would miss the wedding,” she said as she tried to catch her breath.
The ticket machine clicked and clattered as her new ticket was printed. “Here you are Miss,” he said with a smile. “Your ticket is all set for 5:40 tomorrow, to the Grand Caymans.”
“Tomorrow!” she nearly shouted. “I can’t leave tomorrow, I have to leave today! The wedding is tomorrow afternoon and I’m the maid of honor! Please, you have to get me on another flight.”
“Well, I could try to move you to the 1:30 tomorrow on standby if you would like, but…”
She cut him off, “No, that doesn’t work. I need to be on the beach by 1pm.” Lisa could feel herself getting more and more upset. “First your company kept us on the tarmac in New York for nearly four hours without an explanation and because of it I missed my flight. Now you’re saying there is nothing you can do?”
“I am so sorry miss, but there are no other flights out tonight. We can however offer you a voucher for $100 to compensate you for your trouble.”
Lisa shook her head, unwilling to accept what he was telling her but it was no use. She fought a little longer, but eventually gave up and threw herself into one of the nearby empty seats, upset and frustrated.
She had been best friends with Bridget since they roomed in college and Bridget had always been there for her. Now, Bridget was getting married after a whirlwind romance to real estate tycoon Dillon Fritz and Lisa was going to miss the wedding. She let out a heavy sigh as she looked at her ticket, trying desperately to think of any way to get to the remote islands.
“…yeah, to the Grand Caymans tonight,” an airline employee said on the phone as he walked past. “It’s a private charter flight for Mr. Adam Cole. I think it leaves at 7pm.”
Lisa’s ears perked up as she overheard the conversation and had an idea. She picked up her phone and pretended to dial.
“Bridget, hey, this is Lisa. I am so sorry to tell you I missed my flight, and it looks like I won’t be able to make your wedding after all,” she spoke loudly and looked over at the gate attendant as she did so. He looked back at her and gave her a weak little smile.
She continued, “No, there aren’t any more flights out today,” and paused for effect. “No, I made it as far as Miami… Miami, Florida, duh. What’s so funny? What do you mean Adam’s here? Shut up! Seriously!?!?!? Do you know what time he’s supposed to leave? Oh, thank god. Ok, I’ll find him and see you tonight.” She looked up at the gate attendant excitedly, put her hand over the phone and whispered to him.
“Where do the private flights leave from?”
He looked over and cocked his head. “Well, they could leave from any gate; it depends on the type of plane, the pilot…”
She cut him off, “It’s the bride's good friend, Adam Cole,”