I strode quickly down the hallway, following her through the door. And what a sight I beheld when I got there.
Gwen was already up on the bed in a face-down doggy-style position with her ass in the air. Those little lace panties were still on, teasing me to take a closer look at my prize.
A drop of precum spilled out of my throbbing tip as I hastily tugged my pants off, followed by my boxer briefs.
A brief flash of guilt shot through me. I shouldnotbe fucking my host’s houseguest.
But there was no way I could stop myself now. Not when those hips of hers were beckoning me towards her.
I got on the bed, positioning myself behind her, the weight of my body making the mattress creak as it adapted to me.
Then, with a reverence I didn’t know was inside me, I rested my hands on her hips, delighted at how soft her smooth skin was.
We didn’t need words between us.
Gwen was telling me she wanted to be fucked… and hard.
And I just happened to be man enough for this particular mission.
For the first time since getting booted from the Army Rangers, I felt like I was in the right place doing the right thing.
I hooked a finger through the side of her panties and slipped them down, revealing a delightfully wet pussy. The woman was dripping for me.
Holy fucking shit.
I slid a finger along her slit, separating her lips, then studied the view of her while she breathed hard, barely able to contain herself.
Then I stroked her sweet, sweet pussy until she was moaning and writhing against my hand, bucking her hips backwards towards me, making her need known.
She came a few minutes later, her body coming undone for me, wrapping around my fingers, squeezing them in bursts as her orgasm rolled through her.
Gwen had been quiet even then, but her breathing was ragged and desperate, betraying the intensity that she’d just felt.
Even as she worked to catch her breath, I rubbed my tip against her slit, parting it delightfully.
Then I watched as I slowly buried myself inside her all the way to my root.
Now shedidmake a sound. A low, hungry cry of need.
My sweet girl wanted to get fucked, and she was in heat for me.
Victory flooded my chest as I gripped her chubby hips, pulled almost all the way out, then slammed back into her.
Slow.
Triumphant.
Proud.
I loved the sight of her big ass as I took her, my movements controlled at first, then slowly unraveling into a series of hard thrusts as I finally lost my ability to pace myself. I held onto her hips the whole time, giving her a serving of me, until she cried out again, louder this time, with my name on her lips. “Fuck me, Knox.Fuck me!”
Where the hell had this woman been hiding?
Gwen was soft and sexy and one hundred percent woman. Somehow, this demure little kitten was a wildcat in bed, silently begging for more with each tremble of her body.
I took her with everything I had in me, claiming her as mine. She’d always belonged to me.
Her whole life had just been waiting for this moment, even if she’d never known it before.
