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"How many times did you think I watched you?" He asked. There was no condemnation, just curiosity in his gaze.
"A lot." She wasn't ashamed of it. She liked to be watched. She liked sex. The thing she didn't like about it was being talked about. Judged. She hadn't had many girlfriends because of that, only Tammy. She also hadn't been very popular with the adults or teachers. But enjoying sex with jocks had gotten her into a lot of parties and asked to every dance and social event. It was a good trade-off. Now older and a bit more picky, she chose her partners carefully and with a little more thought behind it, more than just hormones. She had learned that sex could backfire sometimes, so she wasn't as reckless with her partners anymore. She still liked to fuck, but she hoped that one day she could have a steady partner, a home, maybe that crazy thing called marriage, or at least a commitment. Not now. But in the future.
Yet, here she was again, back home, fucking the first guy that came on to her. It must be a Mississippi thing that made her hormones all wonky. Maybe it was the humidity.
"I never could tell if you knew I watched you. I was never sure if you saw me." He said. "The fact that you knew makes me regret never making a go for you myself."
"I knew. It made me hotter. It made me fuck harder and come harder." Melissa said. He pressed the head of his dick at the entrance of her pussy, rubbing it through her folds and her wet cream. He circled her clit with his thumb, causing her to shudder, and then he slowly pushed into her.
"I would go inside and jerk off for hours, thinking about your tits bouncing as you fucked. About how your mouth looked wrapped around a cock. You were my own personal porn star. I wished it was my cock buried in your pussy. Hours, Melissa. I would come and think I was done, and then I would imagine your tits and your mouth, and I would have to masturbate again."
"It's your cock now. It's your cock in my pussy," she said with a moan.
"It is. This is my cock, fucking your pussy. Do you like it? Do you like my cock?" He slammed into her, pushing into her as deep as he could go.
"Yes!" She screamed. And it was true. This was hotter than any sex she had on that pergola. Grant's dick felt amazing inside of her, so big, so encompassing. No one had turned her on this much. Wanted her this much. She could feel it in every touch, in every thrust. She was going to come quick. Again.
He lifted her legs so he could have better access, so he could pound deeper into her. He held her by the ankles, and with each deep movement, she panted in pleasure. It was absolutely shattering what he was doing to her. As he pumped harder and harder, she felt her body tense up, ready for another orgasm. This wasn't possible, she thought. He wasn't doing anything she hadn't experienced before, but how he was doing it. The intensity of each motion had her on the verge of a meltdown.
"I'm going to come," she shouted, and he dropped her legs and spread them wider by pushing her knees down, getting better access to her swollen clit. He rubbed it hard and fast until she screamed, shouting her pleasure for anyone in earshot to hear.
"I like making you come," he said.
"I like when you make me come." She lay back on the bed, her body spent; a thin sheen of sweat glistened her skin. All the lights were on, and the shades flung back. She didn't care. She hadn't been fucked this hard and sound in a long time. Probably ever.
She sat up and realized her panties were still on, they had ripped a bit, but they still clung to her left leg. She ripped them the rest of the way and threw them to the side, catching the hungry way that Grant was looking at her. His dick stood at attention, dripping with her fluids, and it nearly undid her again. How could she want this man so much? A man she barely knew.
"You were hot before, now you're fucking off the charts," he bent over and took her mouth in a searing kiss. He tasted of sweat and her. It was intoxicating.
She wasn't quite as comfortable in her body as she had been as a teen. As a teen, she had pranced around nude in the locker room, gone skinny dipping without any qualms. Flaunting her body. Proud of her tight little body. As an adult, she had put on thirty pounds, and it seemed they all went to her tits and ass. Her tits were big and heavy, and the areolas were dark compared to her pale skin. She liked her bigger breasts, but did he like how she had been before? Slimmer, less busty? From his stare and words, he seemed to like her curvier shape.
She rubbed her fingers across her nipples to bring them to attention. The action sent shivers through her body, leading directly to her pussy. She wasn't done. She wanted more. So much more.
7
Grant
Melissa lay on the bed rubbing her nipples, her legs spread, hiding nothing from him. She was temptation. She was beauty. She was everything he had imagined she would be.
Melissa was so beautiful and tempting in front of him. Her tits were magnificent. He wanted to bury his face in them and chew on them like a dog with a new toy.
He laid down next to her on the bed and beckoned for her to straddle him; he wanted her to ride him, to see those beautiful tits bouncing over him. Like the good little girl she was, she did as she was told and moved forward on her hands and knees until she was on top of him, her pussy lined up perfectly with his dick. He sat up, pushing her back so they were both sitting, then pulled on her hips until he pressed against her entrance.
She bent over him until her tits were in his face and he promptly buried his face in them just as she pushed down and impaled herself on his ready cock. She began riding him, pushing herself up and down on his length until she found the perfect pace. She leaned back, bracing herself against his thighs and he leaned forward so he could suck on those erect nipples.
The pace she set was fast, but gentle. He wanted it harder.
"Fuck me harder," he growled, and she mewled in response. When the pace didn't pick up to his liking, he grabbed her hips and began to pull her down onto his dick, over and over again. Hard.
Her tits were now slamming against his face. He was fucking Melissa. She was moaning his name as she rode his cock. Damn, but that thought was fit to make him come.
With one more hard thrust, he came, it burst out of him without warning, making him clench his jaw and jerk until he emptied entirely inside her.
He pulled out of her and smiled at her little sound of protest. His dick started twitching again.
"Give me a few minutes, baby, then I'll fuck you again. I promise."
"You better," she said in a whiny voice. "I need to come again."
