Even going inside last week when she’d forgotten it. I’d asked her ever so politely to retrieve it for me.
We both knew she’d won that battle.
But it looked like I might be winning the war.
It only took us twenty cold minutes to walk from one end of town to the other. The houses got bigger, the yards more dramatic.
She pointed, “This is it.”
We both knew what would happen next.
The small brick pathway leading to her front door wasn’t wide enough for both of us. So I put her in front of me, and marched her to the porch as the hard grind of my firm cock wedged itself against her ass.
She didn’t complain. Didn’t yell at me to stop. Or act like I’d misunderstood.
Instead, she let out a tiny moan, like she was desperate for me.
It was late, almost one in the morning, and the shi-shi upscale neighborhood had already gone to sleep.
A few porch lights were left on, but it was mostly dark here. Dark enough to… well, dark enough to fuck her hard.
So that’s what I did.
Shelby worked the key into the lock as I lifted her dress, revealing an ass as big as I’d imagined.
“Right here?” she asked tremulously, the strong, powerful side of her personality in hiding.
I didn’t answer with words.
Instead, I used my body to respond. Dipping my lips down to the nape of her neck, I kissed the soft naked skin before me.
She moaned, leaning back against me, then swiveling her ass to tease my cock.
That ignited a firestorm inside me.
Shelby was no delicate virgin. She was a tramp. A slut.Myslut.
And I took her the way a man should take a slut.
My teeth grazed her skin as I nipped her neck. Then I tugged her panties to the side and unzipped my pants.
“Are you sure? Maybe we should go inside.”
“In a minute,” I rumbled.
First, I needed to dothis.
I rubbed my bare cock against the seam of her ass, then slipped it down between her legs, pushing her gently until she was pressed against the front door.
“Do you want me toownyou, Shelby Mitchel? Is that what you want? You want a big mountain cock in your wet slit tonight?”
She moaned again, and I positioned my tip against her wetness, not taking any more time than that before plunging in.
Then I was the one groaning. She was so tight. And hot. And moist.
I reveled in her warmth, almost coming on the spot.
But that wouldn’t work.
