Runner's Prize
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Chapter 10
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 10 - Young and driven to succeed, Tigh Raines has everything. A barren upscale apartment. His father, the company head, providing far too much advice. And a laser-like focus on the future, one that has no place for the rain-soaked beauty on an isolated park bench. She’s sobbing; he stops. Heat ensues.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Consensual Romantic
Our honeymoon? It ended in mid-giggle as Daniella’s naked form eased backward to her elbows, then settled atop the kitchen counter. While sweeping her hair upward, she gazed at where my rod glided in and out of her very sloppy pussy as I munched the last slice of pizza. Once more she was getting close, and the telltale tiny twitching of her muscles fascinated me. A lengthy swaying strand of juice snapped free of my balls to spatter into the puddle on the tile between my feet, numb on the cold tile. Yeah, I’d been playing with her for a while.
Not even a smear, the sun had long since disappeared. Tight to each other in the center of my bed, we’d napped the afternoon away after a very languid ... mating? That hadn’t been a fuck; as my cock eased in and out of her stretched pink flesh, I had studied every reaction, noted each flutter of her dark, curled eyelashes, the shake of her lips, the stuttering rise and fall of her chest. It had been beyond sensual, with her hands wandering my shoulders and ankles clasped behind my back. Also exhausting, hence the nap.
With city lights twinkling beyond the windows, the overhead cans illuminated every sweat-slick inch of her swaying figure. As her massive tits rocked and her insides clenched, intensifying my strokes—her latest game, trying to get me to crack and drive her over the edge—the reek of sex mixed with the aroma of baked pepperoni and cheese.
Yeah, it was one of those meals. The delivery guy’s expression had been priceless when she opened the door in nothing but a smile. However, as I continued teasing her, pulling the first shaky moans from trembling lips, reality arrived like a bolt from the blue.
The woman whose insides refused to lessen their grip on me had become part of my life. Heart battering my ribs, I glanced at my slow-sawing cock, a frothy ring around its root. In more ways than the obvious. And my life, ruined or not, had responsibilities.
But what had she said, ending our honeymoon, before giggling?
“Mmm, you’re such a tease.”
Well, yes, she’d declared that as her nails scratched along the countertop. No, it was what had left her after arching upwards into my pizza-less fingers, roaming from one rubbery nipple to the other.
“If you want me to stay, I’ll need my things, bebé.”
Boom, it became clear: her calculations as we’d headed for the apartment from the park. Not a problem, right? Go to her home and gather her stuff. Easy. Except.
Yep, my turn to do some math. With a quiet sigh, I slowed my hips, and as a desperate, wild-eyed groan escaped her, slid the pizza between her shaking teeth. As she chewed, I resisted her hands; they’d left the counter to tug on my waist.
After swallowing, she dragged her glittering tongue around her lips. Playful. Needy. Mine. Yet, how long had we really been together? Less than a full day. Okay, dad raised his ugly head and began to yell from my mind’s darkest corner.
“Gracias, mi amor.”
Her quiet voice and the sudden clench of her pussy snapped me back in time to lower the last of the pizza into her opening mouth. Just then, she must’ve noticed a change in my expression and as she chewed, her brows knitted, dulling those deep brown twinkles.
“W-What, um, is it?” she whispered after swallowing; those tiny muscles across her sleek frame again vibrated.
Shit! Squelching came from between us. Mind unfocused, I’d restarted my strokes. No, that’s a lie. It had focused where it damn well needed to focus—my new lover.
“I’m leaving for Europe next week, Daniella.”
Blame it on hormones, pheromones, little brain running the asylum. In any event, with her in my life, the goddamn trip had slipped my mind.
“Oh.” Guess what she said next? “Why don’t you ever call me Dani?”
With a jolt, I froze. Was she purposely throwing me off-balance? After glimpsing her twinkling eyes, despite her knitted brows, I stifled a chuckle. Yes, she was. Why? Because she was now calculating.
Besides, it was a valid question. One I hadn’t really considered. Oh, alright, I had at some point in the past weeks.
“You said your friends call you that. And I never considered just being your friend.” After a quick shrug, I smiled. “Besides, ‘Daniella’ is such a beautiful name ... for such a beautiful woman.”
Yep, corny as all fuck, but that’s what I’d been thinking and what I told her. First, her slender brows unknitted, and the twinkles returned, then her pussy clamped so hard my strokes halted with a frothy, wet squelch. Before I could continue, her hand raised to play its nails along my chin.
“Dios mío, the way you speak to me. Those shiny blue eyes. Amor, you really mean it.” She sucked hard on those glossy lips as the first tremor rippled through her splayed form. “Most men say such things to, you know...”
As her voice faded, she glanced between us. From the flushed band stretched around my gliding shaft, more juices bubbled. When she looked up at me, I couldn’t hold back a quiet chortle.
“Kinda way too late for that,” I muttered.
She snorted, then laughed, and before I knew it, chuckles left me while pumping her. As my pelvis slapped against hers, her laughter died in the first chest-shaking scream. Eyes wild, she arched from the countertop, boobs jiggling and spraying glittery spittle into the air. Both sets of nails raked across my torso as I continued to pound her, unleashing at least an hour of delightful torture.
Good times. The best times. Yet, by design, hers and mine, it left the trip still hovering over our future. No, not hovering; it thumped closer with every loud, wet smack of my body into hers.