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by Anonymous
“Uh-hmmm-yess!” I breathed out in ecstasy.
I was lost in the moment, straddling my lover as I rode him to the brink of orgasm.
My bare chest stuck out and glistened with sweat, while my hips rolled back and forth as he lifted his crotch to meet mine.
“You like that, don’t you? You prefer going slow. It means I can go deeper,” Frank said between moans.
He seemed to have sobered up from the night before.
I momentarily bought my lips down to his in a effort to silence him with a kiss. I licked his jawline down to his neck. I felt his heart beat faster through our chests, as I blew over the wet area.
“Fuck!” he grunted before delivering a heavy thrust.
My lips came closer to his ear and whispered seductively, “I don’t like talking either.”
“Fair enough.”
I tugged his earlobe between my teeth as a playful ‘thank you,’ and straightened up, continuing the erotic movements of hips.
I increased my pace a little, wanting more friction and satisfaction.
“You’re gonna make me cum if you keep doing that,” Frank said.
His eyes were filled with lust.
“Isn’t that the point?”
At least ten minutes passed when our outbursts of pleasure became louder. With the thin walls surrounding his bedroom, I had no doubt our morning romp left little to the imagination of Frank’s neighbours.
“I’m cumming!” I screeched.
“Yeah baby,” he said as he lifted his hips from the bed erratically.
I climaxed, writhing in pleasure with my eyes wide open as my teeth bit my lower lip.
Frank kept thrusting upwards when he finally groaned, and made no effort to silence himself before releasing.
My body went into a state of frenzy as I felt him convulse inside me, and the spunk coat my walls.
I sighed deeply and collapsed on his chest as his cock slid out of me. Both our juices dripped down and made the damp bed sheet, wetter.
His manhood was limp and deliciously soaked, as it lay against my right thigh. I was tempted to pump the length and slide down it for a second round, but resisted.
Our breathing and heartbeats slowed down to a regular pace.
“That really was something,” Frank said finally.
“Mmhmm,” I agreed as I twirled a finger around his chest hair.
I was so tired, I thought I would’ve fallen asleep in his arms.
I’m sure he wouldn’t have complained.
“Do you want some breakfast?”
I squeezed my eyes shut.
This isn’t business.
I forced myself to pull away and sat at the edge of the bed, fishing for clothes I’d taken off the night before.
“I should get going. I’ve got a lot to do today.”
“Why don’t I drive you home?” Frank asked as he sat up.
“No, it’s probaby best if you don’t.”
“Suit yourself, princess.”
Frank laid back in his naked glory.
I recoiled at the nickname and stood up once I was fully dressed.
“Where’s the money?”
I hated this part of negotiations.
“On the dressing table by the door,” he said drowsily.
I walked up to it and found a £50 note.
“Are you taking the piss?”
“What do you mean?” he asked innocently.
“It’s £50 per session.”
Frank shrugged, “and?”
“You owe me another 50. We fucked last night as well.”
“Did we?”
He appeared to be recalling a memory.
“You don’t remember?” I questioned incredulously.
“Sweetheart, I was hammered. I remember very little.”
“It wasn’t my fault you were drunk. Give me another 50.”
“Why don’t you rejoin me in bed? Your ass looks fine. If you let me get up in there, I’ll give you another 50.”
The nerve.
“Screw this,” I whispered to myself.
I grabbed the £50 and reached for the door handle.
“It’s your loss!”
“Fuck you!” I shouted in retaliation.
“You already did.”
I could hear the playfulness in his tone, but it made me angrier.
I walked out of his bedroom in a huff and down the hallway to the front door.
Before I stepped out, I shouted, “just so you know, you’re pretty lousy at sex when you’re drunk.”
It was a lie but I couldn’t think of anything else.
“Whatever, slut!”
I slammed the door behind me and marched towards the elevator quickly.
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