"More than enough."
"Good," I say and then I do something I've been wanting to do, aching to do, for longer than I'd like to admit. I kiss her.
Her lips feel as good as they look. Soft and full. I drop my hand from her throat and wrap my arms around her smaller frame. I grip her perfect ass. Her hand is still moving between our bodies, stroking my dick up and down in perfect sync to the way her tongue has just invaded my mouth. She pushes closer, whimpering against my lips as I suck her in. I'm fucking done. I pull away long enough to grab one of the chairs shoved under the kitchenette table. I sit, test its weight, then reach for her.
"Sit," I say.
She straddles me, and wraps her arms around my shoulders. I have more orders, but she’s kissing me again, grinding her clit against my dick.
“You want it,” I say against her lips.
“Yes.”
“Ask nicely.”
“Please.”
I lift her up and her eyes go wide as I support her full weight with one arm and press the head of my cock against her slit with my other hand.
“Please what? I want to hear you say it.” I push up just a little, even though she hasn’t given me what I want yet. She groans as my cock starts to spread her open.
“Please fuck me, Shep.”
“Say it again.”
“Please. Shep. Cut the bullshit and just fuck me already.”
I laugh against her ear and then push in deep. Our twin “Fuck!”s are absorbed by the old walls of the place.
I hold her still for just a second. It’s too much, how fucking tight her pussy is, and I know how big my cock is. She needs a second to adjust. I pull back and smooth her hair away from her face. Her eyes blink open.
“You okay?” I ask.
“Yes.” She swallows. “Yeah, I’m fine. Your dick is huge. Huge is definitely a theme in your life.”
I chuckle again. “It is. You tell me if you need me to stop.”
“I will. Don’t stop now. Definitely don’t stop now.”
I rock my hips forward and back, forward and back, deep, but nice and slow. Claudia holds still for a few moments, but she finds the rhythm I’m setting and starts to push back, taking me deep into her tight, wet cunt.
“Tell me,” I say before I kiss her again. We kiss for a while, me fucking her, her fucking me in this chair that I can already tell is going to give under our weight any second. I can’t make myself stand up. I don’t want anything about this to change. I give us both some air, lean her back a bit and grab one of those ripe tits. I suck her nipple into my mouth, tug on it a little with my teeth.
“Oh shit. Fuck,” she moans.
“Tell me,” I say again as I switch to her other tit. “Tell me if you like it.”
“I do, I do. Jesus, Shep. It feels so fucking good.”
The chair snaps. Claudia screams. I catch us with an arm on the table. It starts tilting until I lean away from it. I’m still deep inside her cunt. I drop into a squat, to catch my balance. I hold on to her.
“Are you okay?”
“Oh my god!” She buries her face against my neck and I realize she’s laughing.
“You okay?” I ask again. I stand carefully and wrap my around arm around her. She’s clinging to me with all her might either way. I’d have to pry her loose.
“Yeah. I’m fine.”
