Page 31 of Under Dark Skies

Layla found they were colliding with furniture and appliances while stumbling about, but she didn’t feel any pain. She was completely in the moment and would deal with any bruises later.

Rafe pushed her against a wall facing away from him, and pressed his weight against her so she could feel his cock up against her ass cheeks. With his left hand he pulled her by the hair and yanked her head left before sinking his moist lips and teeth down onto her exposed neck.

His hot breath against the wetness of the kiss sent shivers and created goosebumps on her arms. Rafe’s right hand went for glistening pussy lips, and it explored her body on the way there. Once the destination was reached, Layla bit her lip in excitement and pressed against the wall reflexively.

Fingers explored her outer lips, and distributed the wetness all over before circling her clit which pulled a squeal out of Layla, but then two fingers plunged into her, and Rafe bobbed up and down flexing his quads to give added penetration.

It wasn’t long before Layla squeezed his hand with her thighs and shiver erupted all over her body. The orgasm made her exhale and moan, and for an instant there was nothing but this feeling.

With all of her strength the pushed away from the wall and turned on Rafe. “You think you’re pretty clever, don’t you?” she said smiling, and so was he.

“I don’t know about clever, but I know you feel like from the inside now. That’s all I wanted to know.” He said with a shit eating grin.

“Well, I’ve wanted to know what that tube steak tasted like since I first saw it.” She dropped to her knees and ran her tongue along the length of his shaft. Then let her hair fall about it. She kept coming at it from different angles; never really taking it into her mouth, but teased him again and again from different angles and unleashed her hot breath on wet spots.

She knew it was paying off when Rafe hissed through his teeth and ran his fingers through her hair. His head was already dripping from the tip and she knew she’d have to be careful to keep him from cumming.

Layla cupped, licked, and sucked at his scrotum which made Rafe’s legs nearly buckle from shaking. “Holy shit!” he exclaimed. “You’re making it tough to play it cool.”

“If I have my way you’ll be begging to come.” She said right before she slid his head and shaft into her mouth. As much as she could anyway. All the while she stroked the base of his shaft and continued playing with his balls tenderly. Her tongue worked its own magic flicking the underside of his shaft while she slowly pulsed his dick in and out of her mouth.

She hit a rhythm and could hear Rafe struggling against an orgasm with his own breathing techniques. “Okay, I’ll show mercy.” She said after pulling off his cock. Strands of thick saliva clung to both his dick and her mouth.

“Good for you, because I won’t.” He said while he picked her up and tossed her on the bed as easily as he might a child. She landed rough with a bounce, but she wasted no time elevating her back with her left hand, and with her other hand played with her clit.

“Come and get it, big boy.” She nearly purred as her fingers went to work on her engorged clitoris.

He knelt on the bed and went to all fours as he closed in on his prey. When he had crept close enough he held himself aloft with one arm and took turns massaging and suckling her breasts. The intensity combined with Layla’s own masturbation was all it took to send a gush of her cum streaming out on the bed.

“Whoops!” she laughed while trying to settle her firing nerves down.

“Not at all. I suspect we’re going to need that.” Rafe rubbed his fat cock all around Layla’s box, getting it as wet as he could before he hooked his under his knees and pulled her pelvis to his; which slammed his throbbing cock into her soaking wet pussy. “I bet the front desk calls soon to tell us to quiet down.”

Sparks clearly flew for both of them as they closed their eyes momentarily. Savoring every sensation of finally joining as one.

“Jesus Christ, you feel good.” She said with an airy voice as she attempted to catch her breath.

“So do you. So much better than I imagined.” He said then hoisted her hips into the air and she picked up her torso by pushing her hands into the bed underneath her.

Rafe began thrusting slowly at first, but lost any measure of control he had left and began slamming into her as hard as he could manage.

Having already cum, Layla was so wet that there pelvis splashed every time they came together forcefully. The tell-tale slapping sound kept time with the sound of bed springs straining to keep up with their vigorous love making.

Layla came hard in that moment sending another stream running down his shaft and she roared into the tiny room so loudly that Rafe worried about cops showing up at the door. They both laughed at the explosiveness of her orgasm, and Rafe asked, “Do you have one more of those?”

“For you, I don’t think there’s a limit.” She answered.

He turned her over and pulled her into doggy style, grabbing a breast with one hand and a shoulder with the other before returning to a fevered and frantic pace.

Pop, pop, pop! Over and over he slammed into her, and they grunted against the exertion and power of the thrusting. Layla could feel Rafe’s cock swelling before his orgasm and the added girth made her lose control as well as they erupted together in a unified orgasm. Each came as hard as they ever had. Harder even.

Trying to catch their breath, Layla was about to say something sweet when the room phone began to ring. “And, there’s the front desk.”

Twenty-Eight

Rafe

Rafe stirred in his slumber. He should be out like a light after the intense love making he had shared with Layla, and apparently most of their neighboring rooms. He sucked against the dry roof of his mouth and longed for a cool glass of water, but wasn’t willing to roll the dice on the bathroom sink at this divey hotel.

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