Emily's Burning Desire
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Chapter 79
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 79 - In the sultry shadows of desire, innocent Emily lusts after her roommate's hunky boyfriend, igniting a wildfire of forbidden passion. One drunken night unleashes a torrent of ecstasy as she's ravished by his massive cock, but it's only the beginning.
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Emily fired off a quick reply to Travis: Missing you.
Her plan was straightforward: tease him a bit, and if he bit, great, they’d hook up. If not, no big deal. Travis wasn’t the type for anything deeper anyway, so she didn’t have to worry about playing coy or keeping up appearances.
He didn’t respond.
Undeterred, she sent another message, attaching a pinned map: [pic.jpg] I’m waiting here for you. How about we do it in the woods? If you don’t show, I might have to find someone else to fuck me.
Even typing those words made her cheeks burn.
After a moment’s hesitation, she added: I don’t want anyone else, of course, but ... my pussy is aching so bad. I wasn’t always this horny. You did this to me, General King. You’re the first man who’s ever made me crave like this.
Then: Just thinking about your thick cock sliding in and out of me gets me going again.
She hit send and stared at the screen, mortified by her own boldness.
...
When Travis checked his messages again, there it all was: a flood of Emily’s filthy, desperate pleas, the kind that would make any upstanding person recoil in disgust. Yet he read every line, his cock stiffening uncomfortably in his pants.
Over an hour later.
Deep in the woods behind the hill, under a canopy of thick green shade, Emily leaned back against a sturdy trunk, her body lifted off the ground as Travis gripped her ass. Her legs wrapped loosely around his solid waist, her soaked pussy thrusting forward to meet each powerful stroke of his thick shaft.
“Ah ... ha ... General King, it’s been three days since you fucked me ... I’ve thought about it every day ... feels so good ... you’re killing me ... ahh ... you fuck so well ... my pussy’s gonna break ... ahh, I’m coming apart...”
From the dark thicket of his pubic hair, that rigid length plunged in and out of her slick heat, driving her body into an S-curve of writhing. Strands of her disheveled hair clung to her rounded shoulders, and through the open buttons of her blouse, her heavy breasts jiggled with every thrust.
Her stiff pink nipples stood erect, begging for attention, and he obliged by dipping his head to suck hard, drawing a frantic clench from her walls around his pistoning cock. Travis’s hunger built with hers, the sharp slap of skin on skin echoing as her juices dripped from their joined bodies onto the leaf-strewn forest floor.
Suddenly, Emily’s phone buzzed in her pocket.
Travis reached down with one hand, fishing it out. An unknown number flashed on the screen, but instead of silencing it, he pressed the vibrating device right against her swollen clit.
“Ah!! No, General King, don’t ... you’re ruining my clit ... ahh! I can’t take it!” Her cry shattered the air, her pussy spasming tighter around him in response.
At the same moment, down at the villa hotel on the hillside, William glanced at his unanswered call and shot a look toward the peak.
He’d come specifically to see Emily before heading back home; a server who recognized her had mentioned she’d gone for a walk up the back trail.
“Let’s just wait here for her, then,” William said, turning to his nephew Gabriel.
A light drizzle had started, the kind that came and went in fits, whipping up chilly gusts that stirred the drifting mountain mist and carried the fresh, earthy scent of tropical growth.
Gabriel tilted his head toward the endless sea of green overhead, his gaze drifting as if scanning for something specific, a faint smile playing at his lips. “The views here are stunning. We came all this way; why not hike up instead of sitting around? Sounds more fun than waiting.”
The two men in crisp white outfits navigated the misty path, their waterproof leather hiking boots crunching softly over mossy flagstones. A breeze rustled through, shaking loose droplets from the broad leaves above that pattered down on them like scattered jewels. William unfurled a sleek black umbrella, while Gabriel went bareheaded, letting the rain shatter into tiny beads across his hair and shoulders.
Those same drops traced paths over Emily’s heaving breasts, slipping into the deep valley between them. Her arms draped limply over Travis’s broad back, her legs too weak now to stay hooked around him, sliding down as she swayed. Still, she angled her hips to take him deeper, her moans spilling out in a haze of bliss, wave after wave of pleasure erasing every thought from her mind. All she wanted was more, harder, faster, pounding into her core.
“Ah ... ha ... so good ... my slutty pussy’s getting ruined ... I can’t ... you’re fucking me to death...”