“This is what you’ve wanted, isn’t it?”
That’s when she knew. That’s when she gave in to her primal instincts and knocked down the wall she had put up between the sensation of his cock perfectly hitting her g-spot with each hard thrust and her emotions. His grip around her throat tightened slightly and his rhythm quickened as she felt his thickness swell inside her, the rhythm of his fingers on her clit faltering.
“Fuck,” he hissed as he quickly pulled out and shot his load all over her lower back and ass. He watched with amazement as line after line covered the woman’s beautiful butt.
Her protective wall now down, the feel of him shooting his load all over her body sent Meredith over the edge. Her arms now free, she reached back and pulled his muscular body to her, using his massive frame for support as she lost control of her body as he continued to rub her clit, convulsing under the weight of the most violent and delicious orgasm she could recall.
He loosened his grip as Meredith turned to face him.
“Where’s Beth?”
“In the shower,” he said with a slight chuckle.
“What have I done?” she asked rhetorically, burying her face in her hands. Meredith couldn’t believe it. She felt like she was in the middle of a Lifetime movie.
If I’m going to get what I want, I need to act quickly, Mike thought. He placed his hand on the back of Meredith’s neck and pulled her to him, kissing her fully on the lips, simultaneously tasting her desire and putting her worries at ease, as he took her hand and placed it on his semi-erect cock. Instinctively, Meredith began to stroke it, thoughts of her daughter receding into the background as Mike’s cock swelled in her hand.
“Please,” she whispered after a few moments, “fuck me again” She could hardly believe the words coming out of her mouth, but the feel of this young man’s cock in her hand – so hard, so ready – she couldn’t think straight. Here was a virile, young stud and he wanted her. God help her, she loved it.
“Maybe tonight,” he said, kissing her again and squeezing her round ass. “Beth’s going to be expecting me; I told her last night that I’d come up after I showered.”
“What are you going to do?” she asked, still stroking his manhood.
“Fuck her,” he said matter-of-factly, then turned, dressed, and left.
* * * *
Beth finished dressing after her shower, and used her flatiron to style her hair. Despite the orgasm she had brought herself to in the shower, she still felt a deep need in her gut and she wondered when Mike was going to get his ass in gear. She pictured his athletic body and big cock and wondered if she should just make herself come again. She knew their relationship was likely not to last – he had just finished graduate school; she had just finished her freshman year – but that didn’t mean they couldn’t have fun. They had met when Mike was the grad assistant for a history class Beth had to take. He had made the first move, asking her to a party. It wasn’t long before she was consistently staying at his apartment off campus. Besides his obvious assets, what she enjoyed most about their relationship was how he took control, and she loved the way he made her feel – wanted and protected. She never had to guess what he was feeling. Mike lusted after her, wanted her, and took what he wanted…and she loved it.