Page 19 of Mary had a Little Harem

The rational part of her brain told her she was being careless, that she should get to know him first, that she was on a date with another guy. But another part, a stronger part of her was waving every rational argument away. All she knew was the burning between her legs, the knot in her stomach that desperately needed to unravel. And she needed him to do it for her.

He rolled her nipple between his fingers, before sharply tugging on it. More excitement coursed through her veins, and down between her legs. There was no way Sam could miss how turned on, how eager she was. The slickness of her pussy, the ultimate traitor.

Sam ground his bulge against her, loving how slippery she was underneath his fingers. That was certainly how he liked his girls. Nice and wet, ready for whenever he wanted them.

Knowingly, he removed his hand from her breast. Mary whimpered and Sam couldn't help the smug grin spreading on his face. She was too perfect. Just the right combination of submissive and play-reluctant.

He clamped his hand over her mouth to smother the moan he knew was coming.

Mary tried to turn her head, not sure about him silencing her. But with his thumb pressing against her nub and one of his fingers suddenly slipping inside her, she was happy he silenced her.

"Shhh," Sam whispered, feeling her buck against him. He circled his thumb over her little button, loving how her pussy spasmed around his finger every time he hit her clit. That would feel amazing around his cock and he almost couldn't wait.

"Will you be quiet?" he demanded, pulling Mary toward him so she completely pressed against his chest.

"Hmm-hmm," she moaned, nodding her head as best as she could.

"Good," he grinned, removing his hand from her mouth.

Mary had never been so happy to hear the sound of a belt buckle or from a zipper being slid down. His belt jingled as he pushed his pants and boxers out of the way. Relief flooded him as his cock sprung free from his waistband, ready for the tight pussy in front of him.

In a moment of clarity, Mary turned her head. "Do you have—"

Sam waved a condom wrapper in front of her face. "Got it."

Reluctantly, he pulled his hand away from her damp core. No matter how many times he'd opened a condom, it was always a little annoying with one or two slippery fingers. And Mary certainly managed to make his finger slick.

Even his own touch around his cock made his hardened member twitch, but Sam had no moment to waste on jerking himself. He could do that every day. But taking a hottie like Mary? He only wished he could do that daily.

Urgently, he tilted her head so he could capture her lips in a desperate kiss. His tongue sought out hers and for a moment, he lost himself in the slightly spicy tang on her tongue.

"Ready?" he moaned, pulling her hips against him, his member slipping between her thighs.

"Yes," she whispered softly, almost scared at how ready she was. How much she wanted him.

"Spread," he commanded again, pushing down on the small of her back so she'd bend forwards.

Without any protest this time, Mary eagerly opened her legs for him, inviting him in.

Sam pulled her panties down, the cold air clashing her pussy making her shiver. But not for long. Impatiently, he drew the tip of his shaft through her lips. He stifled a groan and instead, dug his nails into the soft flesh of her hips.

Mary whimpered, lust clouding her mind. All the teasing was driving her crazy. Why couldn't he just take her? Why was he not giving her needy pussy what she wanted?

Him.

And then he filled her. Hard. Fast. Suddenly.

A gasp almost escaped her lips, but she bit down on the back of her hand. Fuck, he was big. And urgent.

Without any more teasing, he slammed himself into her, claiming her and everything about her. Gone was the playing and the toying. All there was left was a primal, raw urge. A need only she and her pussy could fulfil. Not even her. She didn't even exist. At this moment, only the tightness around his member mattered.

A sensation she couldn't describe bubbled up in her gut. Being desired like this, being lusted over, being used for his pleasure, that was all she wanted. It was hot, raw, and honest. There were no dirty lies, no false promises, no sweet words, no nothing. Just him. Just her. And the unmistakable heat building in her core.

Sam felt his member twitch, the all too familiar tightening over the length of his shaft. He was close and there was nothing anyone could do to stop it.

Greedily, he sought out her little button and with one flick, he made her spasm around him. She was tight, needy, close. And desperate. For him to come. For him to make her come.

"I'm close," he grunted, unnecessarily. Nothing had been clearer between them than this. He ground his thumb down on her nub, electricity shooting through her core with every circle he drew. He drove himself hard into her. Once more. Once more was all he needed.

Uncontrollably, Mary shuddered against him. Every muscle in her body contracting as she twitched against him. Around him. Flooded with an immense pleasure, her mind drew a blank. For a moment, there was nothing except the unbelievable rush of ecstasy frying every rational thought in her system. She spasmed, and moaned, and whimpered, and groaned. Her stomach wrapping and unwrapping itself in every knot possible.

And then it was over. Like always, it was just over.

Disappointed it didn't last longer, Mary buckled down, glad she had the porcelain basin to hold on to. Sam withdrew and just like that, they were suddenly two people again. Two people who didn't really have anything in common anymore. Gone was the lust, the need, the desperation that tied them together.

Now, they were just two strangers together in a cramped, little stall.

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