like what it’s attached to.
She stormed to her room, not looking at him standing over the sink, slamming the door behind her. She started flinging her clothes off again, stopping when she reached her bra, still moist around the nipples from his vigorous actions. Running her fingers across them, she could still feel their sensitivity and arousal, could feel the ache deep inside of her, begging for a cock to fill her. She lay on her bed, playing with her nipples, the lace of the bra chafing them in the most sweetly agonizing way. She could get herself off just by doing this... it was her secret superpower. But she decided to use her fingers in other ways as well, frantically rubbing her swollen clitoris. She began to moan without realizing it, as she felt waves of pleasure roll through her.
Asher could hear what she was doing in her room, the friction of his underwear and jeans pressing against him increasing the dull ache deep inside of him into something primal, the sensitive head of his cock telling him he needed release.
With a groan, he heaved himself up from his propped position over the sink and moved towards her door. He opened it, pausing for only a moment before letting himself in. He watched her on the bed, one hand frantically rubbing her cunt, the other twisting and teasing a nipple. She hadn’t even noticed him come in. He dropped his pants and underwear, stepping out of them as he skinned out of his shirt. He moved toward the bed and maneuvered himself over her, her eyes finally opening as she realized he was there.
He ripped her hands away from her body and moved them to over her head, pinning them with his hand, raising her nipples towards him. She stared into his eyes, waiting for him to take her, giving over control to him. He took an erect point in his mouth and bit down softly, causing her to cry out softly, taking her to the edge of pain before licking away the ache. He continued to gently kiss and lick the hard point to ease the sting before repeating the actions on the other nipple. As she cried out again, waves of pleasure washed through her.
He smiled, as she squirmed and thrust under him. Her hands held tightly to the pillow above her head by his hands. He used his other hand to move her legs apart, his fingers moving up to the apex, feeling the smooth skin and dripping wetness there. He gave her clitoris a quick stroke before moving his cock into position.
Jenny felt the head of his massive cock pressing against her dripping lips, and she braced herself. She needed this; she desperately wanted his cock inside of her, but she knew its size and still felt apprehensive. He paused for longer than she expected, easing himself in, before plunging inside of her all at once. She cried out at the shock of his passage, feeling as though she would be ripped apart. He filled her completely and stretched her wider than she’d ever been before. He paused again for a moment to give her tightness a chance to relax and adjust to his size before beginning his rhythmic thrusting. With each movement of his hips, she was driven insane, the pleasure climbing higher with each hard, driving thrust. The sensation of being so filled, the friction, his gentle kisses on her neck, ears, and mouth—she could feel the waves of pleasure increasing in intensity and knew she would soon reach her climax.
Jenny’s tightness was driving him wild. With every movement, she seemed to clamp down around him as though she were milking his cock. He was beginning to sweat, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to last much longer. He had been too long without a woman, and with each squeeze, she drew him closer to the end. He could sense that she was close too, so he amped up his thrusting, drawing himself all of the way out before forcing himself back in with a fast plunge. She began crying out in pleasure, and he could feel her butterfly around his cock. He continued to drive into her, harder, faster, until