Oran leans back, still playing with my sensitive nipples as he looks at me. I know what he wants since he already told me. I grab the condom from the cushion and rip it open. First, I wrap my hand around his dick, gently at first, then I stroke it to watch his face and find what he likes. His eyes close briefly and he releases a moan.
“Condom,” he demands with a sexy growl. “Your pussy is coating my thigh, let’s put that wetness to use.”
Obeying, I slide the condom in place. The sound he makes in the back of his throat is hot.
Oran grabs the back of my neck and uses it to lift me a little. He settles deeper into the couch and pushes his legs a little further apart.
“Make it happen, Karessa.”
We both moan when I slide down his dick. He stretches me in all the right ways. My whole-body shivers but Oran is mission oriented. He grabs my ass again and my head falls back in pleasure, giving Oran space to suck and nip on my neck as he continues to knead my flesh. He controls how he wants me to fuck him. “Nice ass. I see why Jagger likes it so much.”
I can’t respond because he lifts me and slams me down harder. I cry out but hold on as he shows me how he wants me to ride him. It’s thrilling. This is what it is to fuck with no emotions involved. Oran is the one-night stand I could never have. Once I find my groove, I snake my hands everywhere I can to take advantage of my one-time liberties.Very nice.I splay my fingers across his lightly haired chest.Heleans in and sucks my nipple into his mouth. The sensation shots through my body and back to my nipple. I exhale sharply when he nips me. On instinct, I yank his hair like I’d do to Jagger but Oran grunts and the flirty nature disappears.
He grabs my hands and secures them behind my back. Oran smacks my ass hard enough to sting.
“No pulling.” His free hand grabs my hip to regain control of how I’m riding him. My walls contact when he bites up my earlobe. “It’s time for an Oran experience overview.”
He pulls me off him and puts me on the floor on all fours then slams back into me, shaking my entire body with the force. It’s like pulling his hair has flipped a switch. Oran grips the back of my neck and grinds into me from behind to show me why he and Jagger are friends. I catch my husband's eyes while being jostled by his friend and he shrugs like “oops.” I smile at him because I just remembered his request to stress him out. This moment ensures that I will.
Oran hits me in the right spot causing me to moan hard. Like the pro he seems to be, he hones in on that spot and proceeds to tease me by hitting it right then easing off. He fucks vindictive and has taken control of granting or denying me pleasure. It’s both frustrating and fucking hot at the same time. He beats up my pussy like it owes him something.
Closing my eyes, I laser focus on this moment; taking in the sounds of everyone moaning, skin slapping skin, and the feeling being simultaneously turned on by my husband and his best friend. My orgasm crests, I feel it just within my reach when Oran pulls out and rolls me onto my back.
His smile is wicked when he whispers, “I can’t let you get off before missionary.” He was not kidding about this overview.
Teasing me, he stretches me - only giving me a little then retreating - he continues doing this inch by inch until I’m ready to fight him. I’m so close but he keeps taking it away.
“She’s flexible,” Jagger offers, which prompts Oran to snicker and push my knees up to my ears.
Once he decides to give me everything, he leans over me - adding pressure with his big body - his sexy moan doesn’t help. He rocks into me and swivels his hips like his body was built to torture women.
“Oh shit,” I moan when the next thrust curls my fucking toes.
“How many years have we covered?” he taunts as he rolls his hips to deliver deep, concentrated strokes.
“All of them,” I whimper as I screw my eyes shut, the way he delivers his deep strokes are taking me exactly where I need to be.
“Are you sure about that?” He squeezes my jaw to get my attention. “Aht, aht. Eyes on me. Stare into my eyes like you’ve dreamed of doing all these years while I fuck you deep. I didn’t make you beg. You should thank me.”
Oran squeezes tighter until my eyes pop open to clash with his gray ones. Maybe I should learn how to fight. Oran Hale would be the next one I’d invite to the ring.
He slams into me harder. “What do you say?”
“Thank...thank you,” I pant.
“Thank you who?” He moans. “Act like you know who you’re fucking.”
“Oran, fuck. Thank you, Oran Hale.”
He presses his forehead to mine and his grin is pure evil. “Good girl,” he whispers. “It’s fucking sexy hearing you moan my name.”
My body is going into overload and I’m not sure how much more I can take. He’s well worth the fantasies. His teeth sink into the apex of my shoulder and neck and I shudder from the feeling.
“Are you sure you’ve got it all out? Everything?” he asks as he lightens the pace and intensity again. I want to cry because I was so close. He drops his hand between us and rests his fingertips on my clit. “Tell me, Karessa. Have we fulfilled every fantasy that had you dipping your fingers into your pussy and fucking yourself to the thought of Oran Hale?”
Oh damn, the visual he just gave me.
He emits the sexiest moan near my ear as he starts toying with my clit. “How did you do it? Was it like this?”
