Page 8 of Collateral Damage


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“Chris,” I murmur, the words vibrating against her pussy. “Call me Chris.” I don’t know why, but more than anything, I want her to call me by my given name.

“Chris, please…”

Fuck, it sounds so good to hear my name rushing from her lips.

Her eyes flutter closed again, and I stop my gentle licks. She’s a fast learner; those blues lock on mine again, and even though she is looking right at me, I can tell she’s struggling to focus. The muscles on the inside of her thighs vibrate from her need for release. Sounds alternate between tiny gasps to low moans that are fucking sexy as hell. It’s clear she’s struggling to maintain control, and I know the feeling.

Unable to wait a minute longer to feel her pussy pulse harder against my tongue, I increase the pressure. Her hands fly to my head, pulling me in closer to where she wants me to be. I flick my tongue up and over her clit. The answering moan I get brings a chuckle from my throat as I continue to work the tight nub of nerves with precise circles of my tongue.

“Oh God, d-don’t s-stop,” she whimpers, and my cock twitches against the seam of my jeans at her plea.

I slowly slip my fingers into her and massage with long, leisurely strokes. The trembling in her thighs amps up, and she thrusts her hips, meeting me stroke for stroke. I feel her warmth clench around me, and with a long groan, she comes, finally letting go and closing her eyes as her body goes liquid beneath me. I watch her for a few moments, her cheeks stained pink, the air rushing in and out of her lips. There’s something so unbelievably sexy about her still being fully clothed, but sated, on the couch.

She leans up on her elbows and looks at me, the cutest fucking shy smile on her lips.

“I like this,” I say, tracing a finger over her outfit.

She blushes a deep red and looks down at herself, still splayed out before me. She closes her legs and tries to pull the skirt down, but it isn’t budging.

“It was my friend’s idea.”

“The same friend who ditched you at the bar?” I ask, eyebrow raised.

“The very one.”

“Didn’t we establish that the word friend is to be used loosely when it comes to her?”

She laughs. “Yeah, she staged an intervention. According to her, I needed to get over myself and back out in the world.”

“Ah, I see. Looks like her intervention worked.”

“One orgasm hardly makes her right.” Jess smirks at me. And fuck if I don’t nearly lose my load.

“Yeah? How many would?”

Jess sits up and reaches for me. “I’ll tell you when to stop.”

***

I make Jess come once more before she begs me to be inside her. I pick her up and walk her to the bedroom under her directions. I strip off my clothes, and so does she, both of us swallowing hard as we watch each other undress. Jess pushes me down on the bed, and I fist my cock, pumping it a few times, hoping to relieve some of the pressure. A promise of sorts to my dick that I am going to let him have his moment soon. Jess straddles me, slipping a condom she retrieved from her bedside table over my hard length. I waste no time in lifting her and settling her on my cock.

“Damn, when I saw you in the bar, I knew you’d be the kind of guy who could fuck me against a wall with no problem, but you lifting me so easily so you can be inside me has to be the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.”

“Yeah? Show me, angel. Show me how hot it is for you right now. How turned on you are.”

Jess rides me hard, her nails digging into my shoulders, her beautiful burgundy hair grazing the tips of her peach nipples as she bounces on top of me. I don’t want to hurt her, so I have to keep reminding myself not to squeeze her hips too tight as my giant hands wrap around them. When I feel her body building for another release, my own can’t hold back anymore, and I sit up and flip her over, never breaking contact, my hips pounding into her.

“Harder,” Jess cries.

Fuck me, but I comply. I thrust harder into her with every stroke, and her cries grow louder.

“Is this what you want?” I’m nervous I’m being too rough.

“Yes! God, yes…”

I come, groaning loud as I do. “Fuuck, Jess.”

As soon as I say her name, she clenches around me while she comes, drawing out my orgasm and hers as she wraps her legs around me and meets my thrusts. With one last long shudder, she slumps into the mattress, utterly spent.

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