After Hours: Her Secret, His Visceral Desire

Chapter 5: Denial and Degeneracy: He Takes Control

The moment he pushed her back onto the cool kitchen counter, her body arched into his with primal need. He kissed her neck, then her chest, his hands moving down to her waist, pulling her skirt up and his fingers sliding between her thighs. She was soaked for him.

He lifted her skirt and panties aside, his thumb finding her clit. She moaned louder, reaching down to squeeze his head between her breasts. He slid a finger inside her, then two, curling them as he pumped in and out, matching the rhythm of his tongue on her sensitive flesh. Her hips rose and fell of their own accord.

Outside, the bass from a car stereo thumped through the wall. Inside, their passion intensified. He bent her legs behind her back, pinning them, and went deeper with his fingers. She reached down, gripping his hair and pulling his mouth back to her pussy. He complied, sealing his lips around her, sucking hard.

His cock was hard, throbbing in his pants. He wanted to be inside her, felt like he was dying without it. But he didn't want this to end. This compersion, watching her take his old flame while he got to claim her body... it was driving him insane. He curled his fingers just a little harder.

She pushed her hips against his hand, trying to get more of his fingers inside. "Oh, Jesus, baby... don't stop. Please don't stop." Her moans were getting louder. He could feel her building. He curled his fingers once more, then pulled back, looking into her eyes. "Tell me what he did to you." Her answer was a flood of words, her body shaking with the effort.

He waited, still gripping her hips. When she was done, he kissed her hard, then pushed her skirt back down, standing up. He pulled off his shirt and tossed it on the floor. "You don't get off this easy. I need to know every single time you bent over his dick." He knelt and sucked her hard, making her reach down and stroke himself, cumming in her mouth. She swallowed his load, then looked up at him with eyes full of shame and want.

He stood up, grabbed her by the waist, and pulled her onto the counter next to where she'd been sitting. He kissed her neck, then moved down between her legs, positioning himself between her thighs. He could see her pussy pulsing from his angle. He sat down on the edge of the counter, spreading her legs and sliding his dick between them. He slid in slow, then picked up speed, fucking her hard against the edge.