Chapter 28

No sooner had the elevator doors parted than I shoved both women from the car. Like alley cats, Yeshia and Cindy emitted mewling moans as I moved their shoving little frames along the carpeted hall towards our suite. As soon as I’d unlocked the door and pushed it wide, Cindy tore from my grip. With a winding low moan, she spun into the main room, with her fingers scrambling for the zipper of her dress. By the time the door thumped behind me, she’d already ripped the slinky burgundy material over her head.

“Fuck me, Hiram!” Even as her blonde tresses settled, Cindy drove her palms along her hips, driving her black lace panties downward. After kicking them free, she added in a breathless voice. “Do what ... Oh, fuck. You do so well. Come on, baby. I need you badly. Take me so fucking hard.”

At first, she stared wide-eyed as I tugged at my tie. But at my calm movements, she leaped towards me with a groan. Feral and hungering, she flung her nails up to claw at the buttons of my shirt. Though her shiny lips again moved, the roaring of blood in my ears blocked her words. In the dim light from the windows, the blurring room spun. When she yanked away my shirt, a low growl escaped me. With every firm drag of my hands along the silken warm flesh of her heaving ribs, her entire body writhed.

The smell of naked need flooded the room.

“Mine,” left me in an airy whisper.

At a heaving motion in the dusky shadows of the whirling room, my focus whipped to Yeshia. With fists crushing and twisting her shiny black-clad breasts, her glittering black pools tracked us. At every crushing twist of Yeshia’s shaky digits, the sound of her minidress’s torquing material blazed through the pounding in my ears. Every rapid breath pumping from her tremulous purple lips hammered deep into my ravenous soul.

“ ... baby. P—Please,” Cindy’s desperate voice forced its way through the roaring.

When the little blonde’s fingers slashed at my buckle and ripped away my trousers, unleashing my aching knob, air hissed from my lips. It whipped out to thrust into her heaving stomach. Just as I returned to her, her hands reached for my rod. But an image returned, staggering me. The dark forest. Dirt under my toes instead of carpet. With a roar, I swept aside her arms and scanned the room. There was no tree. Nothing to drive her naked small white body into.

As the world spun and blurred, I continued searching. Beyond the open doorway, the bed. No. Too far. After kicking free of my slacks, I finally unleashed the building growl from deep in my core. Just as in Coach’s office. Primal. Pure unquenchable hunger. When I gripped her wrists and twisted her away, Cindy’s entire frame shook.

“Mine!” I repeated in a harsher, deeper tone.

Amidst the reddening of my vision, I locked onto the couch. Another roar tore from me as I pushed Cindy’s compact shaking body towards it. With everything in the world darkness, I flung her to its thick padded armrest. After landing with a huff, Cindy clawed at the seat cushion. Just as her head whipped around in a cloud of blonde strands, I clasped my shaft in one hand and shoved her leg wide with the other. As much as I ached for her, shadowed by her settling blonde tresses, her emerald pools blazed with raw desire.

As time hiccupped, so many words sped between us. Lover? Whore? Mrs. Jenkins? Coach’s wife. Cindy? It made no difference. I was going to “rape” her. Hard. Just as she wanted. Needed. Craved.

“Mine. Whore. My whore. All mine.” After speaking, my lip curled.

At first, Cindy’s mouth flew open in a silent scream when my pelvis shot forward, driving my bulbous knob deep into her pulsating warm flesh. But no sooner had I clutched her shaking hips and rammed deeper than an ungodly moan tore from her. As I took her in one violent thrust, those wondrous pulsating insides, slick with need, parted before me. As desperate as I’d been, she’d been just as deprived. Even as she pushed upwards on her shaky arms and spread her legs wider for me, her lips moved. Words erupted, broaching the roaring in my ears.

“ ... fuck! Jesus, Hiram! Oh. Oh. Yes, baby,” flew from her, followed by a winding scream as Cindy’s entire body bucked and shuddered. In a high-pitched whine, she forced out. “I’m coming! Oh, fuck! Already! Already, baby. Mmm, hmm. Goddamn...”

From beneath that whirling blonde hair, endless screams erupted while I plowed into her searing, slippery, pulsing core. Despite each rapid forceful thrust pushing her twisting body into the couch, she clawed the cushion and dug her heels into the carpet to hold herself in place. For me.

Hungry, her insides tried to clutch my racing shaft. To control my pace. So they could milk me as she came. But they failed, and I jackhammered her swaying pale little body into wave after pulsating wave of pleasure. In a nearby window, I glimpsed her reflection. Wide-eyed beneath dangling blonde tresses, she chewed at the leather between her wailing cries.

At the familiar tightening of muscles across my sweat-covered body, I shifted my grip to clasp her rocking little hips tighter. Through a battered clump of hair, Cindy’s shimmering wide eyes gazed over her shoulder. Despite her arms shaking as she clawed at the leather, her slick, shuddering pussy clamped. When I growled, thrusting my pelvis against her firm ass, she gasped.

“Oh, yes, baby! That’s it. Mmm, fill me. Oh, yes.” While crying out, Cindy tried to swirl the flying tresses from her face but failed. Her hoarse voice blew the wispy blonde tendrils into the air. “Make me yours, Hiram.”

“You’re already mine,” I said before sliding my hands to her ribs and pressing her body firm against me. At the increased pressure of my engorging mast, her pussy clenched even tighter. “Whore.”

When every muscle in my body spasmed, I thrust forward. The world imploded. It flipped, wavered, then reformed just as the first lengthy jet flew from my tip. Even as it splashed into the top of her hungry, clenching tunnel, I grunted. A thrumming torrent, the second flooded her. As my fingers clamped her in place, Cindy’s head dragged along the leather. Her teeth bit deep. With every forceful thrust, I grunted while filling her little frame.

It was only once Cindy’s arms gave way, and she’d toppled to the couch to pant beneath a mound of battered blonde hair, that I released my grip on her shaking hips. As her tiny sweat-glistening frame slid forward, my cock slurped free of her still clenching little pussy.

After one final loud squelching plop, my swollen, white-streaked purple-black knob tugged free of her. Surrounded by puffy crimson petals, her entrance remained open. Each gentle pulsation released thick pearlescence to dribble along her shaking thighs before swaying to the carpet.

“Mine,” I whispered while skimming my hands over her upturned round butt.

At a growling moan from somewhere in the hazy, spinning room, my heart thundered. My rod, shiny and dripping with Cindy’s slick juices and my thick white cum, lurched skyward. Another hungry growl left my core to echo in the whirling shadows. Yeshia. Where was she?

With my pulse still racing and gasping for air, I turned to a shadowy silhouette framed by the bedroom doorway. In the murky haze, Yeshia’s glimmering black pools widened as she stared at my glistening shaft. Thumping. And still steely hard. Ah, the joys of youth.

As one hand slid free of her dress, the ebon silken material fell to cover her trembling thighs. Still clenching, her other fist released a perky, sharp-pointed breast before dropping to tap against her hip. When I left Cindy’s writhing frame, Yeshia’s gaze flitted between the white goo, dribbling from Cindy’s battered pussy, and my eyes.

Fear? Desire? Terror? Nervousness? All seemed to swirl behind her white-rimmed dark pools while her body trembled. Once again, her eyes flicked to my cock as a swaying pearlescent strand swung free to slap into the crimson carpet. As she chomped on her lower lip, a tremor wriggled through her.

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