Excerpt from Chances
He lowered his head and brushed his lips against hers.
She trembled and whispered, “Don’t.”
He nibbled on her ear. “Let me caress your lips, Tracy.”
She struggled to find the strength to speak. “We...we can’t.”
He lowered his head again and pressed his mouth against hers, the tip of his tongue flirting with the tip of her tongue. She moaned as she tried to pull away.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said. He kissed her neck and, in one motion, lifted her top over her head. “Let me worship you.”
She covered her breasts with her arms. “No...I...please don’t.”
He put his hands on her shoulders and eased her down onto the couch. He kneeled between her legs, pulled her arms away from her chest and, alternating between them, sucked her breasts into his mouth. She arched her back and groaned, “No. I can’t.”
His heart pounded in his throat. He kissed his way down her body. She offered no resistance as he slid off her shorts and G-string. Instead, she stared up at him shaking her head back and forth, begging him to stop with her eyes.
He lifted one of her legs and draped it over the top of the couch. He lowered the other until her foot rested on the floor. He stared down at her, licking his lips at the site of her legs splayed wide open and her exposed vagina so beautifully surrounded by blonde hair. She cried out when he dropped down and drove his tongue into her.
“You are so fucking wet,” he whispered.
He slid his hands under her butt and lifted her so high that only her shoulders were on the couch. He drove his face into her, probing her. She gyrated her hips and moaned, whispering, “No...No...I....I’m coming!”
A sense of satisfaction and pride flooded his being. Now for the best part.
He stood up and
let his shorts fall to the floor.
He stared at her, his lust raging. Her inner thighs were red from the stubble on his face. Her chest was covered with her tears, but her nipples were hard and her breath was coming in short, excited bursts.
He lifted one leg, and then the other, over his shoulders. He paused, and then thrust his prick deep inside her.
“No!” she screamed.
He slammed into her, harder and harder. He pressed against her with all his weight, forcing the air out of her lungs. She tried to speak, but the words only came in short bursts, punctuated by her gaps as she tried to breathe.
He knew when her orgasm took hold of her. He groaned and spewed stream after stream of his cum into her. She held onto his neck and cried out, “Oh God!”
Then they were quiet. No one moved. He pulled back out of her, pulsed one more time, sending a blob of creamy liquid oozing down her labia, his final act of domination. He spread her legs as they wide as they had been minutes earlier, then he sat up and looked down at his prize. Tears flowed from her eyes and jism flowed from between her legs as she looked back at him.
He smiled. It wasn’t the first time a woman had cried
after he had fucked her. The intensity
of their orgasms made them lose control of their emotions. He knew the answer he would get before he
asked the question. Oh,
But to be polite, he had to ask.
“Are you okay?”
“I can’t believe it,” Tracy sobbed.
“Can’t believe what?” he smirked.
“I can’t believe you raped me. I thought I could trust you. I’m your friend and your best friend’s wife, and you raped me!”