Chapter 45

“Can you go again?” Debbie asks, licking the dribble of cum that has escaped from the corner of her mouth.

Alan blinks, not certain exactly what the hell is going on. Just a second ago he was at his office giving Sandy the drilling of a life time. And Sandy was somehow different ... Now he is looking down his body at the woman that wasn’t in his bed when he had waked up. Did I wake up before this?

“You’re still hard, so I’ll take that as a yes,” the woman murmurs.

“I think there is something that we need to discuss,” he says, coming out of his fog.

“We can talk later,” she groans. “Right now I want you to fuck me since you didn’t last night.” She turns around, getting onto all fours. Seeing her ass right in front of him takes him back to the dream. The only thing missing is a tail.

“It’s about last night,” he growls.

“Hey, it’s cool,” she says looking over her shoulder. “Even young guys get tired. I understand.”

The seconds pass. The man remembers being over Sandy and the though makes him pulse to remind him of his current state. He doesn’t really want to fuck Debbie. He determined that last night after he and Sandy fucked in the backyard in the grass. His decision must be what caused the dream. It showed him his path. But he is also aroused because of his morning wake up blowjob. He obviously blew his load as the evidence of such an event was on her lips. With a shrug he gets up and settles behind the woman. Fucking her might be the best option before he breaks it to her.

Sighing, Debbie arches decadently, feeling the unmistakable ridge of his prick pressing against her ass. He shivers with the thought. She presses back, lifting her thigh to allow his erection to press instead against her aching pussy. The woman aches for him to be in her again. His wanting to talk can only mean something bad. Since he didn’t want to get at it again last night, it is like an omen of something bad. Despite this, she wants to believe otherwise. She welcomes the thrust of his hardness against her pussy. Maybe it is all in her head. His reserve last night just makes her want him even more—as if she could ever want him more than she does already.

Alan grips her thigh, holding her still as he rocks against her. His hand slides down to cup her mount. The woman presses back, welcoming his attention. His hand dips into her wetness instead of his cock and it makes her jump. But he is just teasing her, or at least making a half attempt to do so, because within seconds, his organ is sliding through her folds, hitting her clit on each upstroke. His free hand slips beneath her body to pluck at her bare nipple. He strokes her clit, alternating between circles with his fingers and sliding his member against the turgid bump of flesh. If this is going to be their last, he may as well give her something to remember he figures.

Debbie bucks and trembles. His prick slips into the crease of her ass. His digits tease her nipple as he leisurely slides his erection between her cheeks. She feels herself getting wetter. She is glad that it is his bed and not hers this time. As his hands and cock play havoc with her senses, Debbie takes everything the man has to give to her, and yet she still wants more. She wants him. She wants him to claim her. She rather him do as he wishes rather than lose him because she does not. Desperate for him to take her however he wishes, she wedges her hand between her thighs and rubs her clit, brushing her fingers against his manhood as he slips back between her folds. He groans as her fingers stroke him and thus he leans into her body more.

For the barest of moments the man begins to change his mind. The trouble with Sandy is that she can only do so much. It’s the little things like what Debbie is doing now that Sandy cannot do and probably never will. At the same time it quite exotic and naughty. Plus there is no nagging or complaining that a woman would do. He can see the attraction—the lure—of such a relationship as Hilda sees it.

“Fuck me, Alan,” Debbie says, breaking him from his thoughts and bringing him back to the here and now. “Take me ... please...” She grimaces at the desperation in her tone, but Alan twitches and thrusts harder between her spread thighs.