ADifferentKindOfCosplay by Lucy Felthouse Read Free Book Online Page A

struggle for Reese to keep her eyes open as the
pleasure of being filled and stretched coursed through her. Gritting her teeth,
she reached around and grabbed Zach’s buttocks once more, pulling him roughly
into her until his balls pressed against her backside.
    Their grunts and groans mingled, and Zach tilted his head,
giving her bottom lip a sharp bite.
    “Ow, fuck!” she yelled, digging her fingernails hard into
his buttocks.
    “Ow to you too,” he responded, pulling back a little, then
shunting roughly back into her. His fingers dug into her thighs.
    “Oh, that’s how it’s gonna be, is it?” She smirked. “Well
that’s fine by me, doctor. I never suspected you had it in you.”
    “Well you learn something new every day, don’t you?” With
that, Zach shifted his hands, cupping them beneath her knees and pulling her to
the very edge of the table.
    Reese lay back, her arms folded beneath her head so she
could still watch all the action without getting neck strain.
    Seemingly satisfied she was comfortable and not in any
danger of falling off the table, Zach began to shunt his hips, in slow, shallow
movements at first. He was almost languid, and yet the resultant sensations
running through Reese’s body were delicious. She felt every inch of Zach’s cock
sliding in and out of her, parting her lips, dragging at the delicate skin of
her labia, which in turn tugged at her clit.
    The tingles built, and to her utter surprise, Reese tumbled
into a gentle orgasm. It was new, unusual, but no less pleasurable than the
ones that ripped through her and left her in pieces in their wake.
    “Did you just come?” Zach said, frowning.
    “Uh-huh. Just a little one.”
    “Cool. Ready for some more?”
    Reese nodded.
    Picking up his pace slightly, Zach moved his right hand down
to where their bodies joined, gathered up some juices and slicked them over
Reese’s clit. Now he touched it, she felt just how swollen it was. She squirmed
beneath him and he responded by gripping her leg more tightly to stop her
getting away, then moved faster.
    Reese curled her hands, which were still behind her head,
into fists, silently screwing up her need, her frustration. Her tiny climax
hadn’t taken any of the edge off her need. It had simply left her craving more.
    Part of her, a feral part, wanted her to beg Zach to speed
up, go as fast as he could, fuck her hard and deep and pinch her clit until she
came so hard he’d have to scrape her off the ceiling. But another part was
content to see how things played out, to lie back—literally—and enjoy the sight
of her gorgeous boyfriend dressed up as one of her favorite comic book heroes,
screwing her senseless.
    The geek in her won out. It wasn’t every day she had sex
with Bruce Banner, whose glasses were now so far down his nose they were in
danger of falling off. Grinning, she commented, “Doc? Much as you’re smoking
hot in those glasses, I think you should take them off. Don’t want ’em falling
off in the heat of the moment, now do we?”
    With a cheeky grin, Zach did as she suggested, taking his
fingers from her clit to remove the glasses. Stretching out, he put them on the
chair he’d discarded earlier. Then he resumed his previous position, strumming
at her clit as he rocked rhythmically in and out of her eager pussy.
    Reese was a little disappointed that the glasses had gone,
because they’d been damn cute, but they weren’t practical. Not for what she
knew would inevitably happen.
    As if he’d read her mind, Zach pistoned faster, each thrust
stroking deliciously against her internal walls, stimulating them, revving her
up. The more he gave her, the more she wanted. She bucked up to meet him, her
pelvis crashing against his, unseating his hand from its place at her clit. He
moved it back straight away, pinching the swollen bundle of nerve endings as
what she guessed was supposed to be a rebuke, but was actually a huge turn on.
    She moaned. “Fuuuck, that was