“…fuck you hard!” he growled
I pressed my fingers deeper and pulled them forward and towards my belly. “More,” I whimpered, goose bumps tightening the skin of my torso and legs.
“Make you scream…” his voice was strained now and I felt my body grow tense, matching his own intensity.
His hand moved faster now, and he let out a low, agonized groan. I thrust my own fingers deep inside of me, mirroring his motions exactly, sending myself over the edge, there was no returning.
With two more quick tugs he let out a deep and desperate moan. “Oh fuck, here I come.”
My body convulsed, and my pussy tightened hard around my finger, waves of lust and pleasure overwhelming me and making my knees weak. I could see his cock blow, a thick stream of white visible for only a second before blending into the white of the shower wall. His head fell forward and rested against the wall, the warm water spraying the top of his back.
I had just enough time to pull my panties back into place and close the door before I heard Bryce turn off the faucet and step out. On my toes I made my escape, my nipples still hard and my face flush with the heat of a satisfying release.
I spent the rest of the day blushing every time he looked at me. I had witnessed a moment that he had never meant for me to see, and it was all I could think of when I looked at him. It was silly to be so shy now. I mean, I had practically begged him to fuck me all week by prancing around like a little sex kitten, and now here I was, afraid of the fact that he’d taken notice.
I was cutting up a tomato when he came up behind me later that day. I had no idea just how close he was until his fingertips slowly ran down my spine, massaging me softly. I sat the knife down, my belly clenching with anticipation and my head falling back lightly against his touch.
“You like that?” Bryce asked softly.
“It’s nice,” I said with a mousy little squeak.
He put his other hand on my shoulder and he squeezed and worked the tissue harder. Bryce took a step closer, making me gasp as I felt his cock brush against the eager flesh of my behind. My hands had made it to the edge of the countertop and I was gripping the granite edge so hard that my knuckles were white. He flexed and kneaded the muscles down my spine, pressing hard when he reached the small of my back.
“You’re so tight right here,” he breathed, his hands pressing harder, forcing a little bend in my hips.
Bryce stepped closer, and I let out a little whimper as I felt his swollen cock press hard against me, flexing his hips into mine as he leveraged the small of my back with his fingers.
One more forceful thrust of his hips and a heavy push from his hands bent me ninety-degrees over the countertop. His fingers made their way to my outer thighs, sliding slowly up until they were under my skirt. He wrapped his fingers around my skimpy lace panties, and with one forceful tug pulled them down. I bit my lip hard and let out a desperate moan, my pussy aching for him to take me right then and there.
He lifted my little cut-off jean skirt up and around my waist, kicking my legs out to the sides to spread my ass cheeks. My body was on fire, electricity coming in waves and begging him to satisfy that taboo hunger deep within my belly. He took a good long look at my wet, swollen, pink mound that was desperate for his cock and he groaned.
“You have no idea just how long I’ve thought about fucking you, Venice,” his voice was raspy and his hand twisted into the roots of my hair.
My body bowed under his strength as he pulled my hair back. My hips spread wider under his grip, my body wild with desperate anticipation for his cock.
“Fuck me now,” I begged him.
“Is that what you want, Venice? For me to fuck that tight little pussy of yours?”
“Please,” I gasped, feeling his thick cock pressing up against my slit.
“You are so fucking wet,” he groaned. “Tell me what you want, baby.” He slapped my ass hard, making me let out a little cry.
“I want your cock, I want to make you cum.”
My words sent him over the edge, and his hard dick plowed into my wetness making me scream out in ecstasy. Harder and harder he thrust, each time my cries would grow a little louder and a little less controlled. I needed his body as much as he needed mine, and I flexed my hips in desperation as he rode me from behind.
He flipped me easily onto my back, and my legs fell wide open as he pulled my hips to the edge of the counter. He pumped me hard, making my full tits bounce enthusiastically on my chest. His lips circled my nipples and he sucked hard as his arms pulled my thighs into his with a furious urgency.
“Oh,” I whimpered, “I’m going to…”
“Squirt,” Bryce finished my sentence for me.
I had never squirted in my life, but somehow my insides knew exactly what to do, and they followed his commands in a sudden, intense contraction. I felt myself burst, and warm, slick heat squirted out, coating his cock and making a mess of the counter.
“Oh God!” Bryce gasped, his entire body flexing and shaking hard as his cock plowed into me in three more ferocious times.
I felt him let go, both of our bodies finding release at the exact same moment in time. My body contracted rhythmically, milking him for every last drop of his sex until there was no more fight in either of us. We were totally spent, lying there exhausted in each other's arms, panting and hot.
“You have no idea how badly I needed that.”
I giggled. “You weren’t the only one. You know, Bryce, I hadn’t ever thought about it until this weekend, but,” I paused, hoping that I wasn’t about to throw a wrench into our relationship, “I really love you, and I don’t see any reason why we couldn’t be together.” I tickled his chest with my fingers as we stared at each other.
Bryce didn’t waste any time. He was a powerful man and he arranged a transfer for Chastity and I. I had no idea how she would take the news, but I wanted her to know that I wasn’t just walking out on her. We had always lived together and been super close, and there was no way I would have accepted Bryce’s offer of moving back home if she wasn’t invited as well.
Bryce and I spent hours worrying about how we were going to share the news with Avery and Chastity. We thought we would have a few more days to settle all of the details, so you can imagine our surprise when they the doorbell rang on Saturday and the two of them walked in together.
“I thought you were both off gallivanting for the week!” I chirped nervously, hugging Chastity and nodding politely to Avery.
Chastity was all grins, and I was nervous that she could read me like a book.
“Actually,” Avery stepped in and made his way over to the couch, waiting for everyone to sit down before he continued. Chastity sat down next to him, and it struck me as odd at just how close the two of them looked sitting side by side.
“We have news, and we don’t want to wait until it gets any more awkward than it has to be; Chastity and I are dating.”
I gasped in surprise and saw Chastity’s cheeks grow bright red.
“Since when? How?” I cried in surprise.
“Since last week!” she replied excitedly. “During seven minutes,” Chastity mouthed silently to me and gave me a little wink.
“That’s great!” I jumped to my feet at the same time as Chastity and gave her a warm, encouraging hug.
“We have some news as well,” Bryce smiled, cocking his head to the side as he looked at the two of them.
“No!” Chastity cried out with disbelief.
I smiled brightly as Bryce put his arm around me and pulled me in tightly.
“Like father like son!” Chastity and I piped out at exactly the same time, sending everyone into a laughing fit.