The Stud Across The Hall (3 page)

Scott turned up the intensity even more,
smacking away at my ass relentlessly. My screams turned wordless
and reached a fever-pitch, culminating in a final, expletive-laced,
ear-splitting bellow as I reached orgasm. My body shuddered and
shook but I didn’t slow down, still pounding away at him for a few
more seconds before finally falling still.

I didn’t have much time to relax though, as
Scott wrapped his arms around me and climbed up from the couch,
letting his cock slip out of my pussy for the moment. As soon as he
rose to his feet, he turned around, then dumped me onto the couch.
He knew I’d just cum and now it was his turn to finish up, which
was perfectly fine by me.

Scott grabbed ahold of my legs and pushed
them forward, lifting up my ass to give himself a better angle to
work with. Holding my legs in place, he slipped his rock-hard,
monstrous cock into my soaking wet pussy. I took it all the way
inside me without any resistance.

Perhaps because he was already so far along,
Scott pounded me with everything he had right from the beginning,
giving me his entire cock with every thrust, holding it deep inside
of me for just a moment before pulling it almost all the way out
and slamming it back into me.

I was way too into it to talk by now. I was
relegated to growls and grunts and the occasional curse word as
Scott hammered me practically into submission with his cock.

And just when I thought he couldn’t possibly
fuck me any harder, Scott grabbed a hold of my ankles and forced my
legs back even further until I was essentially folded in half, my
legs pressed against the couch, one on either side of my body.

This position allowed Scott to use gravity
and all his weight to pound me with everything he had, his balls
slapping against me, his body hammering down on mine hard enough to
make me flinch as he bottomed out.

I let out a wordless cry
full of pleasure and just a hint of discomfort, my eyes wide and my
body tingling with pleasure.
I hooked my
own arms around my legs, freeing Scott’s arms up. He shifted
slightly, putting one foot up onto the couch, giving himself even
more leverage. With his hands gripping the back of the couch for
support, he fucked me with furious intensity, as though trying to
break me in half.

Scott’s grunts and groans and breathing rate
intensified, as did mine. Our faces were just a inches apart and we
stared intensely at each other while I quickly approached yet
another orgasm.

“
Give it to me, give it to
me, give it to me!” I said, somehow finding my voice. “I’m gonna
cum again, I’m gonna fucking cum!”

And cum I did, my body tensing up before
releasing in a massive, violent orgasm, the strongest one of the
night.

Almost as soon as my orgasm passed, Scott’s
arrived. As he rose towards orgasm, he started pounding me harder
than he had all night. It took everything I had to not scream out
in pain, but I knew he was nearly done, so I took what he had to
offer.

“
Oh my God I’m gonna
fucking cum,” he said finally.

“
Come inside me,” I said,
barely able to get the words out. “I want to feel your seed inside
my body.”

Scott didn’t have to be told twice, cumming
mere seconds later. His hot jizm felt great inside me, filling me
up, buckets of it from what I could tell as he squirted at least
seven separate times inside me.

Eventually he fell still, finally spent. He
rolled off of me and flopped onto the couch, clearly worn out.

Smiling at him, pretending like I was doing
fine, I rose up and poured us both glasses of wine, dusting off the
last of the bottle.

“
A toast,” I said, handing
him one of the glasses then clinking mine off his. “To the
beginning of a wonderful friendship. With benefits, of
course.”

“
Of course,” he replied,
taking a drink of his wine at the same time I did.

“
I only wish I’d known you
were into women earlier,” I said, even I didn’t know if I actually
meant it. Who knows how this night would have turned out if I
hadn’t thought he was off limits all this time. Certainly not the
same. And considering it had been pretty much perfect, perhaps
there was no reason to cry over spilled milk. Besides, we’d have
plenty of time to make up for the amount that was lost. Plenty of
time indeed.

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