Party Favors I

It had been a while since he’d taken his pleasure in the tight grip of a woman and not his own fist. It had been even longer since he’d truly enjoyed it.

But he was enjoying it right now, the slip and glide of his cock plunging in and out of a wet and willing pussy almost heavenly. She was eager, responsive, and apparently as starved as he for some good, old-fashioned frakking, the kind that had no goal other than pleasure and release. He held her feet against his chest as his hips slammed into hers again and again, the rhythmic slurp and slap urging him on as surely as her moans and gasps.

He had no idea what her name was and he didn’t care. She hadn’t cared about his either. They’d just sort of bumped into each other and the next thing he knew they were naked and he was putting his cock in her … at her insistence.

Hell, she’d practically begged for it. He probably should have questioned why it was so important that he, a complete stranger, frak her hard enough to make her teeth rattle, but she’d asked him to do it and he hadn’t been able to say no, if for no other reason than to feel a woman’s legs around him again.

He had no regrets either, not in the midst of it. Whoever she was, she needed a good frakking because whoever she was bedding on a regular basis could not possibly be doing it right, because she was begging him to not stop, ever.

He couldn’t remember the last time a woman had done that. His wife, now ex by a number of years, hadn’t for ages. But this woman was, her hands holding her tits as he pounded her into the mattress of a guest bed in the governor’s mansion.

It was completely crazy. He was supposed to be representing the fleet at the damned party going on downstairs, putting on a respectable and responsible face for the military.

Instead, he was upstairs, getting his dick wet for the first time in what was, sadly, years. Which was even more foolish because he should have been wearing a condom. But damned if he was going to stop now, not when he was feeling that tingle at the base of his spine, the hardening of his balls.

He was gonna cum hard, soon, and he didn’t care about anything beyond that. He knew he was clean and she, though beautiful, was obviously beyond her child-bearing years, so he wasn’t worried. And if he had to get a shot later, so be it. It would be worth it, already was.

She felt godsdamned good and it felt good to frak again, to look down and see a woman writhing in pleasure on his cock. To hear her excitement and the response of her body to him. It was amazing, a gift really, one he suspected he should thank her for when it was over.

It frakking amazed him that he was still going, but he was infinitely thankful to really enjoy the experience, unexpected, reckless and completely out of character though it was.

Guiding her legs around him, he leaned forward over her, held himself up on his arms and frakked her deeper, watched her head begin to slip over the edge of the bed as his thrusts inched them across the bedspread.

Her eyes flew open, searched for him in the shadows above her, while her hands came to press against his chest. “Wait, wait,” she urged, and he somehow managed to stop even though it was the last thing he wanted to do. “I’ll pass out if we do it that way,” she explained, lifting her head. Then she was gesturing with her hand, toward the head of the bed. “There, there,” she panted and he couldn’t help but smile.

Whoever she was, he was liking her a whole hell of a lot.

She was a little thing, so he yanked her up to his chest and crawled on his knees with her astride him until he could plop her back onto the generous amount of pillows that lay against the headboard. She planted her feet in the mattress to either side of his legs then and reached up her hands behind her and braced them on the dark wood panel.

“Now,” she said, breathlessly, grinning, and he obeyed, unable to do anything else in the face of such a dazzling expression and the fact she wanted him to continue.

“Yes, sir,” he responded, reached for the top of the headboard and resumed frakking her.

She yelped on the first thrust in and he stilled immediately, fearing he’d hurt her in his zealousness. But she simply scolded him, “For frak’s sake, don’t stop. I’m fine.”

Yeah, he was liking her.

“Yes, ma’am,” he said once more then proceeded to unleash half a dozen years of pent up need and frustration, taking her mercilessly while she goaded him on, bucking her hips up and into his thrusts, pushing up off the mattress and taking everything he gave and giving as good as she got.

His orgasm was sudden and blinding, and bone-jarring. With a growl, he gripped the headboard until it creaked and drove into her one final time, all but shouting in joy as he pumped his seed inside her. That sent her over the edge to join him with a mewling cry and hum of satisfaction that was incredibly sexy to his old ears.

He forced his eyes open, looked down at her, and was treated to the sight of ecstasy swimming across her features. It was a nice thing to see.

After a few moments of listening to her pant and hum and trying to regain his own breath, he eased a hand down and brushed a damp lock of blonde hair from her cheek with his forefinger.

Her eyes opened and she looked up at him, smiled again.

“What’s your name?” he asked, returning the expression.

Her eyes twinkled with amusement. “Laura,” she said breathlessly.

“Nice to meet you, Laura,” he said, chuckling softly, “I’m Bill.”

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