His hand crept along her inner thigh. He discovered her smooth pussy, the skin waxed clean. His fingertips followed her pussy lips, from the spot where her clit hid to the opening of her cunt. He gently spread her pussy and found the slick wetness seeping from her core. A triumphant smile brightened his face.
"Jamie," she whispered, her voice filled with need. "Jamie, please…"
He slipped a thick finger into her wet cunt. The hot, tight flesh gripped him. What would it be like to have this young, snug pussy gripping his dick? He couldn't wait to find out.
"Ah!" She cried out with desire as he slowly fucked her cunt with his finger. A second finger joined the first and she gasped. A needy little whore, she canted her bruised ass in the air and shoved her thighs even wider apart. He liked her enthusiasm and rewarded her by swirling his thumb around her swollen clit. "Oh! Jamie!
Jamie
!"
A shiver coursed through him. When was the last time a woman had cried out his name? Had it really been
that
long?
Wanting to hear her scream with pleasure, he finger-fucked her tight, wet pussy like a skilled master. She responded beautifully and climaxed in no time. Her body rocked atop his lap. She shouted his name and clutched at his calves. "Jamie! Jamie! Jamie!"
"That's it, honey. You come for me." He loved the way her pussy clenched and released his fingers. The need to bury his cock in her nearly overwhelmed him. Only the knowledge that this might be the only time with her kept him from flipping her onto her back and shoving his cock inside her. He wanted to take his time. He wanted to savor her.
When she slid off his lap and onto her knees, he held his breath. She looked debauched with her face a bit red and tear-stains on her cheeks. Long strands of hair clung to her jaw. She surprised him by grasping his hand, the one that had just brought her pleasure, and carrying it to her mouth.
Holding his gaze, she licked her own cream from his fingertips. She sucked his fingers gently and grazed them with her teeth. He didn't miss the silent insinuation. When she reached for the front of his shorts, he fell back against the plush cushions of her couch and waited to see what she would do next.
Corrie freed his dick and pushed his shorts out of the way. Her soft hands caressed his steely shaft. He bit back a groan as she palmed his heavy sac and played with his balls. He'd always been a man who enjoyed having his balls fondled. She seemed to be the kind of girl who knew just how he liked to be touched without having to ask. Whether she had enough experience to teach her that or had simply learned to read men, he couldn't tell—and didn't really care.
She tugged and squeezed and rolled until he was breathless. Wetting her lips, she lowered her mouth. He held his breath. His lower belly quaked as her pink tongue fluttered around his cockhead. She sucked him between her slick lips and hummed with enthusiasm.
Relaxed and at ease, Jamie relished the wicked sensation of her lips and tongue and hands on his cock and balls. She worked the top half of his shaft. As her lips glided down his dick, her velvety tongue rubbed against the underside of his cock. She applied just the right amount of suction and used her tongue to ratchet up the stimulation.
With each downward stroke, she took him deeper and deeper. Like a pro, she swallowed him deep, pulling his cock into her throat. He growled at the sensation of having the head of his cock nestled in that hot, tight space. She met his gaze, her eyes wide and her nostrils flared, and then eased up off his shaft. She repeated the process again and again, taking him deeper and longer each time.
He sighed loudly and threaded his fingers through her long hair. He let his fingers tighten in her dark tresses and carefully guided her head up and down. She let him take over the pace. He shifted on the couch and watched his cock glide in and out of her mouth. She welcomed his thrusting dick with a happy moan.
Not wanting to come just yet, he pulled free from her mouth and slowly stroked his hard flesh. She lowered her mouth to his sac and flicked her tongue over his balls. She sucked his sac and nibbled it playfully. Grinning down at her, he decided it was time to get a taste of that sweet cunt.
He grasped her by the waist and lifted her up onto the low, wide leather ottoman. It was square and tufted and served as a kind of coffee table. It was the perfect height for what he had in mind.
Before kneeling down on the carpet, he tugged off his shorts and toed off his shoes. He made quick work of dragging off her shorts and tugging her camisole up over her head. Those beautiful, perky tits of hers enthralled him. He knelt in front of the ottoman and took his time enjoying her rack. He licked and sucked her nipples and cupped her breasts. She moaned and bit her lower lip.
"On your back," he urged and pressed her down. She happily complied and lifted her feet onto the leather surface. The scent of her pussy filled his nose. He pushed her thighs wide apart and bared her cunt to his gaze. The pink petals of her sex were dewy and plump. He held her open with his thumbs. Her clit looked swollen and ready for his tongue.
"Oh!" She threw her head back as he slurped her clit between his lips. He hummed hungrily and attacked her pussy. "Jamie! Yes! Ah!"
His tongue circled her clit before sliding between her folds and dipping inside her. Her juicy pussy welcomed his probing tongue. He fucked her with it until she rocked her hips and pushed her cunt against his mouth. His tongue moved to her clit again but he penetrated her with his fingers. He thrust them in and out of her at a slow pace while his tongue swirled around her clit.
"Oh! Oh!
Oooh
!"
He let the sounds she made guide him. He could feel her pussy getting wetter and wetter around his fingers. Her juice slicked his chin and made a mess of the ottoman. He couldn't get enough of her taste and ate her like a starving man.
"Jamie," she moaned his name. "Oh! I'm coming. Oh god. Oh!
Jamie
!"
He could feel her clit pulsing against his tongue as she came. Her pussy spasms clenched his fingers. He went wild between her thighs, eating her pussy until she shrieked and came again.
"Oh, god. Oh! No more. Please.
Please
!"
Chuckling and amused at her begging tone, he showed mercy and abandoned her pussy. He wiped his mouth just below her navel and peppered kisses along her lower belly. She shuddered and sifted her fingers through his short hair. Her nails scratched at his scalp. It occurred to him then that she was probably leaving paint flecks in his hair but he didn't care. That was nothing a shower couldn't fix.
"Fuck me," she begged. "I need you inside me, Jamie."
"Honey, I've got what you need right here." He dragged her ass to the very edge of the ottoman and grasped the base of his cock. He rubbed the head of his dick through her slick lips and circled her clit with it. She gasped and whimpered and pumped her hips. "Please, Jamie, don't tease me."
"Where's the fun in that?" He laughed but decided to give in to her pleas. More than anything, he wanted to feel her hot, wet flesh embracing him.
With a quick thrust, he impaled slippery cunt on his cock. She cried out and clawed at his forearms. He groaned at the wicked sensation of her tight pussy squeezing his shaft. He stabbed deep inside her welcoming cunt. Gripping her hips, he pounded her sweet pussy. Her perfect little tits jiggled and bounced. He reached out to pinch her nipple. She gasped and her cunt clamped down around him. Liking the response, he tormented her nipples with his fingertips. He pinched and tugged until she was a shaking, shuddering mess.
"Oh!" Her eyes widened as he lifted her legs high in the air. Her ankles bounced against his shoulders as he hammered her snug pussy. Her fingernails bit into his forearms as she held on for dear life. "Jamie! Jamie! Oh! Yes!"
He loved her enthusiasm. "That's it, Corrie. Take my cock. Take it, you little slut."
"Oh!" The slightly shocked but totally aroused expression on her face told Jamie no man had ever used that kind of language with her. Clearly she liked it. "Yes! I'm your slut. I'm your dirty little slut."
"Fuck!" He put his hands on the backs of her thighs and pushed her knees toward her chest. Her pussy became impossibly tighter. His balls ached and heat rolled through his lower belly. Wanting to feel her coming with his cock buried deep inside her, he swirled his fingertip around her pink, swollen clit. He thrust shallow and fast and forced her into a climax. She shrieked like a banshee as she came, her pussy fluttering around his cock. The thrill of victory pierced him as she came undone under him.
The second her orgasm ended, he pulled free and flipped her onto her stomach. She let out a loud
oof
of surprise at his sudden movement but rose up on her shaky legs and arms. He stood and swept his hand down her back. Glancing over her shoulder, she shot him a daring smile. "Fuck me, Jamie. Fuck me hard."
"Like this?" He slammed balls-deep in her wet pussy. She cried out and gripped the edge of the leather ottoman. "Or this?"
"Oh! Ooh! Yes!
Yes
!" Corrie screeched wildly as he snapped his hips and fucked her. Their bodies slapped together, the muted smacks echoing in her apartment. The sound of her music no longer grated on his nerves. The low thudding base of the electronic album proved to be the perfect soundtrack to their frantic mating.
Every stroke of her snug, slick pussy drove him closer to the edge. His toes curled against the floor as his orgasm started to build low and slow in his belly. Calves burning now, he jackhammered her dripping cunt. Her moans and cries left him trembling and hot. He couldn't wait to spill his seed deep inside her.
"Fuck. Fuck.
Fuck
!" He shouted and drove into her one last time. With little jerky movements, he shot his cum. The bursts of semen rocketed from the tip and filled her pussy.
Awash in the shuddery vibrations of his orgasm, Jamie sucked in a long, shaky breath. He stayed sheathed in her cunt and enjoyed the rippling spasms of her pussy as she rode those last waves of climax. How many times had he made her come? Three? Four?
Jesus, when was the last time that had happened? The last few years of his marriage to May had been filled with one unsatisfying fuck after another. Not until the end, when she'd started sleeping with the HVAC guy, had she started to show a little interest in the sack. Later, he'd realized it was guilt motivating her to show some enthusiasm. What a blow to his ego that had been.
But this quickie with Corrie? Oh, hell. He was back on his "A" game. He'd been so afraid he was the problem, that he was the reason May had stepped out on him. Fucking Corrie had shown him that simply wasn’t true. He still had it.
Corrie slumped forward on the ottoman and trembled with aftershocks. The soft giggle that left her throat told him all he needed to know. He'd rocked her fucking world.
Jamie pulled free from her pussy and helped Corrie sit up on the ottoman. She wore a goofy, satisfied grin. Her infectious smile left him grinning, too. "You okay, kid?"
She nodded. "Better than okay. Fan-fucking-tastic."
He laughed. "Glad to hear it."
"You want to grab a shower?"
Her question threw him at first. Of all the things he'd expected her to say that wasn't one of them. He started to point out that he had a perfectly good shower downstairs but decided that he wasn't about to turn down her offer. Who knew where it might lead. Somewhere hot and kinky, he hoped.
She led him to the master bedroom. Her apartment layout was identical to his. Her space looked nothing like his though. She'd decorated her apartment to fit her style. It was all very bohemian and artsy. The dining area had been converted to an art studio. He saw the canvas she'd been working on when he'd knocked on her door. He wasn't by any stretch of the imagination an art aficionado but he could tell Corrie had talent.
Once in the shower, she wasted no time getting her hands back on his body. He leaned against the white tile and relished the sensation of her soapy mitts gliding along his skin. She washed his back and chest and then spent time fondling his balls. She used both hands on him, stroking his cock with one hand and cupping his balls with the other. Jamie was happy to let her play with him as long as she liked.
"You have a really huge cock." She spoke with a bit of awe in her voice.
He grinned down at her. "You say that like you're surprised."
She shrugged. "I've seen enough cocks to know what's what. A lot of guys like to talk like they have big dicks, but, in my experience, that's not so. You're huge compared to most." She snipped at his neck. "I thought I was going to pass out earlier because it felt so fucking good."
He wasn't sure he'd ever received a nicer compliment after sex. Jokingly, he assured her, "I know first aid."
She giggled. "Good to know."
He stepped under the shower head to rinse off and then lathered up his hands. He attacked her soft, curvy body with his palms. She sighed with pleasure as he swept his hands up and down her back and belly. He was gentle with her breasts, spreading the soapy foam and swirling it around her nipples.
When his hand dipped between her thighs, she inhaled a sharp breath. Her smoky gaze told him all he needed to know. She was turned on again. Damn, this girl was insatiable!
Though he'd intended to simply wash her, his fingers soon began to explore her pussy. She flattened both palms against the tile behind her and widened her thighs. He held her gaze as he slowly penetrated her cunt. She licked her lips and practically begged him to continue
Feeling bold, he let his soapy fingers slide even further back. When his fingers touched between her cheeks, her eyes flashed with interest and need. So she liked backdoor play?
He lowered his lips to hers and claimed her mouth. His fingertips circled her pucker and pressed against it gently. She whimpered against his mouth. "Jamie."
"Tell me, Corrie." He nibbled her lower lip. "Tell me what you want."
"I want your fingers in me. In my ass," she added, her voice low and husky.