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“I’m not stopping, sugar,” Russell says a bit breathless sounding as he walks toward the bedroom. “We need a better place for this to happen than in a straight back chair.” Allison’s arms drape around Russell’s shoulders. She hangs on as he maneuvers them through the doorway and toward the bed.

He lowers her to the soft mattress, crawling in over her. “Are you sure about this?” Allison nods, reaching for him, pulling him down for another kiss. He doesn’t let her lead this time. His tongue spears into her mouth, stroking her just like she wants his cock to be doing.

She fumbles with her hands trying to get his shirt out of her way. She needs to feel his skin under her hands, to touch him, to feel him, and know that he is real. He breaks their kiss rising up just enough to remove his shirt in one swift movement. She drinks in his sculpted body. He is perfection. All hard muscle and smooth lines. Her hands skim over his chest and down his arms, squeezing his biceps before moving down to his forearms.Why are forearms sexy?

Allison’s exploration is halted when Russell removes her tank. Wetness leaks from her sex at the expression on his face as he gazes down at her naked chest. “You, sugar, are gorgeous.” He lowers his head, taking one of her breasts into his mouth, sucking hard, then nipping the hardened bud.

“Oh, mmm!” she groans out as he takes his time feasting on her breasts, lavishing each one with attention. He moves lower, kissing and licking his way downward. He eases back taking the waistband of her shorts with him. He stands to remove them fully from her legs. His eyes roam over her body, lazily, heating with lust. She can feel herself getting wetter from his intense gaze. “Please,” she begs, not caring how whiny she sounds. She needs his cock filling her up, taking away the aching need that has settled between her legs.

Her plea spurs him into action. He quickly unbuttons his pants, taking them down his muscled thighs along with his boxers. He’d apparently taken his shoes off when he’d gotten back with the food.

In seconds he is standing before her in all his naked glory. His cock standing erect against his abdomen. A bead of precum leaking from the tip. He moves toward the bed as she sits up to lick the bead from his cock. She reaches for him, but he grabs her wrist, firmly, but gently, shaking his head. “This is about you, sugar. I can wait.”

Her lower lip protrudes in a pout. “I want your cock in my mouth,” she demands, wrenching her wrist from his hand to grip his cock. “Let me, please?” She lifts her eyes from his cock to meet his gaze. His eyes are like liquid fire. She grins, seeing just how turned on he is.

Emboldened by his reaction, she strokes him gently a couple of times, before lowering her mouth to take him in. She gives the head a lick, swirling her tongue around and around, then sucks him inside, taking him all the way to the back of her throat in one swift motion. “Oh fuck, sugar!” Russell’s hips shift, forcing his cock deeper into her throat. She gags as he pushes down her throat. He tries to pull out, but she holds him to her. She lets him slide himself out to the tip before taking him deep again.

Over and over, she takes him down until his legs begin to tremble under her hands. She can tell he is getting close. “I’m going to cum, baby,” he moans. She sucks harder the next time she takes him down. Again, he pistons his hips forward, forcing his cock into her throat. He explodes down her throat and she swallows. He pulls back. His cock still shooting out a warm, salty stream onto her tongue. She swallows again, contracting around his length, which triggers another small amount of cum to erupt from his tip.

Allison runs her tongue over the head of his cock licking up every drop before she releases her hold on him. She leans back with a satisfied grin on her face. Russell is on her then, pushing her onto her back while he plunders her mouth. Something about him being able to taste his cum in her mouth makes another gush of fluid leak out of her. She is thoroughly enjoying the kiss, but Russell ends it all too soon. “My turn!” He declares moving to stand beside the bed. He grabs her ankles. With a quick jerk, she finds herself at the edge of the bed. Her ass nearly hanging off. He spreads her wide. Then kneels between her thighs. He presses a tender kiss to each inner thigh before he moves to where she wants him the most.

From the first lick, Allison is a ball of burning need, panting and moaning from the intense pleasure Russell is giving her with his expert attention. His tongue flicks her clit, making the already hardening bud, harder. He drives his tongue into her entrance which feels good, but his cock driving deep would be so much better. Russell brings his tongue up to circle her clit again, then he sucks it into his mouth causing her to cry out. He pushes two fingers inside her as he sucks her clit.

Allison can sense her climax building. With every thrust of his fingers, and pull of suction on her clit, she inches closer and closer to the edge. “Oh God! Russell!” Allison screams as she crests the hill she’s been climbing. His name falling from her lips as she falls over the edge. Wave after wave of pleasure rolls through her. Russell keeps up his attention on her, pulling more pleasure from her. When her orgasm begins to wane, he releases her clit and withdraws his fingers from her heat. He stands up, gazing down at her while he licks his fingers that have been buried deep inside her.

She is still breathing hard. Her limbs are too weak to move. Russell scoops her up to place her in the center of the bed. He climbs in, positioning himself over her. She manages to spread her legs inviting him to settle between them. Russell kisses her then and she can taste herself on his tongue. He pulls back to look at her. “You’re beautiful, Allison,” Russell tells her, such awe in his voice. “I’m going to fuck you, now, sugar. Do you want that?” Allison nods eagerly. Wetness leaking from her when she thinks of how good it is going to feel to have his cock inside her, again.

“Yes, Russell, please, fuck me?” His answer comes in the form of him lining up his cock at her entrance. He pushes inside her, pausing to give her time to adjust to his size. Allison lifts her hips, urging him to go deeper. Russell takes her left leg, lifting it to slide his right arm under it, hooking her leg over his shoulder. He pulls out of her slightly before driving himself deep, bottoming out when his balls hit her ass. Allison can feel the head of his cock bumping against her cervix; a mixture of pleasure and pain that is perfect.

Russell sets into a brutal pace, pounding into her over and over, causing the heat to build again. Higher and higher he pushes her with each thrust of his hips. His rigid cock sliding over her sensitive flesh, winding her tighter and tighter. She is getting so close, but can’t quite fall over the peak. She needs more. She lifts her hips, matching him thrust for thrust, chasing the intense pleasure only he can give her.

Russell reaches between them to rub her clit in just the right way, seeming to sense her need for a little something extra to push her over the edge. He thrusts deep while pressing against her clit firmly. “Ohh, yes! More!” Allison cries. She’s so close. He thrusts again and again.

At last, she ignites. Her orgasm rolling through her in intense waves of pleasure. Russell continues to pound into her, rocketing more pleasure through her. Their bodies making sloppy, wet sounds when they collide. Allison comes for a third time. All the while, Russell is fucking her like his life depends on it.

Just when she doesn’t think she can take anymore, Russell drives deep, causing another milder orgasm to hit her. He stiffens, throwing his head back as he cries, “Allison, fuck!” His hot cum emptying inside her. He pumps his hips a few more times, dragging in and out of her slowly. He drops down, covering her body with his, but keeping his weight on his forearms and off of her. His breath fans her neck, blowing her hair around. Allison can’t speak, she's too relaxed to move, but she wants to hold him to her. She wraps her arms around his shoulders, letting out a contented sigh. If she died right now, she’d die a happy, well satisfied woman.

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WORM

Worm’s cock slips from Allison’s warm heat. He can feel their combined release leaking out in the wake of his cock. He rolls to the side, taking her with him. He needs to hold her, keep her close. It occurs to him; he didn’t use a condom. He’d gotten so caught up in giving her pleasure and enjoying the pleasure she gave him he didn’t even consider putting one on. Allison didn’t seem to mind or even notice. He will talk to her about it later, but right now he doesn’t want to ruin the afterglow of their love making.

Allison snuggles her head onto his chest. He tightens his arms around her. She slips her right leg up over his, plastering her body along the right side of his. She sighs again, then grows still. Her breathing becomes even and deep as she drops into slumber.

Russell lays awake holding her. He marvels at the fact they are here, together. He’d been so worried the entire time she’d been missing. He had hardly slept in the last three days. He needs to sleep, but he doesn’t want to miss a second of having her in his arms. He’d been afraid he would never get to hold her again. As hard as he tries though, sleep eventually claims him.

Worm’s eyes fly open.A whimper draws his attention to the woman who is asleep in his arms. They’ve woken this way several times during the night. Allison’s body jerks and another cry leaves her lips. Worm runs his hand over her head. “Shh, baby. You’re okay. You’re safe,” he says softly, stroking her bare back with his hand. He looks down at her face. Her eyes are tightly closed, but he can see them darting back and forth under her lids. She’s having another nightmare.

“Wake up, sugar,” Worm says, a little louder while giving her shoulders a gentle shake. Allison’s eyes open with a wild look in them. They dart around the dimly lit room before settling on Worm. The moment they land on him. Allison’s tense body relaxes.

“Russell?” she questions. Her voice cracks. A single tear trails down her face. Worm catches it with his thumb wiping it away.

“Yes, sugar. I’m here,” Worm murmurs to her while continuing to catch her tears that are leaking from her eyes. “You’re safe. We’re in Denver, remember?” Allison’s face scrunches up as she takes in his words. Understanding lighting in her eyes.

“I remember now,” she croaks out. She swallows, then continues. “I…I had a bad dream.” Worm nods. He had suspected as much. He wants to know the nature of her dream. Perhaps there is a way he can ease her fears further, but he doesn’t want to push her, to force her to relive the memories that have led to her restless, fitful sleep.

He pulls her close, holding her to his chest. She relaxes into him, wetness leaking onto his bare skin. She is gutting him with her tears. Tears that he can do nothing to stop. It makes him feel helpless, which is a feeling he hates more than any other. “I was back in that room,” she confesses after a few minutes. “I-I couldn’t get out. Th-There was only one door, but it was locked. I…I could hear them torturing you.” Allison raises her tear-streaked face to look at him then. The fear and desperation clearly evident on her face. He can sense just how deeply the dream has affected her.

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