I hear the acoustics change in the room next to us. A harder rock rhythm is now vibrating the floor, and the sound of Fender’s powerful voice is penetrating through the walls. I love this song. It’s perfect to fuck to.
I pull out a condom from my wallet, slide my jeans down, and slap the rubber on my raging erection. My skin is tingling, and my balls are thumping to the lyrics of “Livin’ on the Edge”.Fitting, since that’s exactly where I’m going to reside for the next handful of minutes.
Grabbing onto Vanessa’s juicy ass cheeks, I spread her open, teasing my aching cock against her slippery entrance.
She pushes back, egging me on. Tempting me to take her.
The small gesture invites me forward like an accelerant.
Fender hits a high note in the song at the exact same time I plow into Vanessa. We both react, shuddering from the shock of need.
All bets are off after that. The muscles of her sweet pussy clench around my cock as we begin to fuck. Leaning forward, I shove my hand up her shirt and seize her tit, massaging it roughly as I take her from behind.
Our hips clash from one powerful thrust after another. My entire body is stiff and tight, fighting the urge to come, all while chasing down an orgasm.
I twist Vanessa’s nipple between my fingers, pulling at the little piece of sensitive flesh over and over, causing her to whine.
I know she likes it. We both do. We like it hard, and rough, and painful.
It’s what makes our chemistry so fucking good.
“Oh, fuck, Damon! Oh, fuck, oh, fuck!” She claws at the green felt as I relentlessly pound away, her pussy squeezing the shit out of my swelling shaft.
“You want to come? Say you want to fucking come,” I spit through clenched teeth. She feels so fucking good, the girth of my erection effortlessly stretching her, slipping and sliding in and out.
“You know I do. You know I need to.” She squirms beneath my firm grasp.
“I want you to. I want you to scream as loud as you can.”
We’re going to play chicken with the volume of the music. I want to see just how hard I can make her come.
“I’m so close,” she gasps, inducing me to play with her nipple harder.
I roll and pinch it in a purposeful way, the way she loves. The way that gets her off.
“Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God,” she chants as her body bucks forward from the force of my relentless thrusts.
“Come, goddammit,” I command as our shared arousal pulses from the catastrophic buildup.
Vanessa reaches around to grab my free wrist for support just as her back bows and she lets out a howling scream.
I feel her release in the deepest depths of my loins. It shoots through me like a streak of red-hot sunlight. My heart is pounding, my vision is blurry, and my dick is so fucking hard I could use it as a fucking ice pick.
Everything inside me erupts in flames as I bury myself in Vanessa one last time. One, last, soul-shattering time.
A tormented string of loud grunts flies out of my mouth as I’m suffocated in a euphoria of paralyzing exhilaration.
I collapse onto Vanessa once the body quake passes, the two of us sweaty, panting, and momentarily drained of life.
We lie there on the table — me still snug inside her, recovering — while listening to Fender’s next cover, “Every Rose Has Its Thorn.” He’s singing the ever-loving shit out of it. The emotion spilling from his rendition is actually giving me chills.
“Breaker!” There’s a bang on the locked door, and we both startle.
“Shit, it’s Ky.” Vanessa tries to squirm out from underneath me.
“Break’s over, bitch!” He pounds harder.
He is such a motherfucker.
