Page 15 of Hardcore Vanilla
Captain Caveman pounced.
Hard body against hers, pushing her legs back open, hands coming down on either side of her head and caging her in, his eyes glittered above hers for a moment before his lips descended. Sharon slid her hands over his bare skin as she kissed him enthusiastically.
Oh man... her drunken memories did not do justice to what a good kisser he was. His tongue swept against hers as his body rocked, pushing her skirt up much higher so that the crotch of his jeans rubbed against her pussy. Sharon moaned against his lips as a hot shudder went through her.
She loved a man with a good throw down.
His hands moved down to her breasts, squeezing them roughly enough to satisfy the little bit of masochist that she was. Her nipples ached for the same treatment and she arched her back, thrusting them up into his palms. The fabric of her dress somewhat muffled the sweep of his thumbs over the sensitive buds, and the contact wasn't nearly enough.
Please, sir, may I have some more...
Sharon nipped at his lower lip, loving the growling noise he made deep in his throat in response. She moaned again as he rocked his hips. The material of his jeans was rough against her sensitive folds and clit and she could feel the bulge of his erection rock hard against that.
Then he pulled his mouth away from hers and started kissing down her chest, his fingers coming up to pull down the front of her dress and baring her breasts to him. The roll of tight fabric pushed them up to practically porn star heights; something Sharon wasn't going to complain about, not when he was latching his mouth onto her nipple and sucking the sensitive nub hard while his fingers gently pinched the other one.
"Harder," she begged, sliding her hands into his hair and bucking slightly beneath him. "Please, Jake, harder... oh fuck yes..."
His teeth scraped over her nipple, biting down gently as his fingers tightened, and Sharon writhed. When he switched sides, she tugged on his hair slightly and he growled under his breath.
Not a dom, he said, but a second later she had both of her wrists pinned above her head, held down by one strong hand, so that he could do as he pleased without her interfering. And Sharon fucking loved it.
"Fuck me, Jake, I want to feel you inside me... I want your cock to stretch me open and-"
He groaned, lifting his head from her breast with a slightly dazed look in his eyes. "Now I understand why Stronghold has gags."
"What, you don't like dirty talk?" she asked, pouting at him.
"I like it too much," he admitted, rising over her. Sharon whimpered a little as he removed the delicious weight of his body from between her legs. There was a wet spot on the front of his jeans from where she'd been rubbing herself against him, and he quickly stripped them off. She wondered if she should take off her dress, but he was already crawling back onto the bed again – this time in the reverse direction so that they were in classic sixty-nine position.
******
If she wanted to use her mouth, she could do something useful with it.
Jake pried her thighs wide open with his hands as he lowered his cock to her lips, groaning slightly as he felt her tongue flick out and lick along the sensitive crown. One of her hands wrapped around the base, her fingers squeezing tightly enough to feel fucking fantastic as the tip slid between her lips into the wet heat of her mouth.
He dipped his head down to her bare pussy, swiping his tongue down the center of her slick folds and enjoying the vibrations along his cock as she moaned around it.
For a supposed submissive, Sharon could be a bossy little thing. On the other hand, she liked being manhandled too. That was something Jake could definitely do. He moved his hips, thrusting into her mouth a little deeper, trusting that she would let him know if he went too far - and the hand she had gripping his shaft should help that too.
It wasn't that Jake didn't like her dirty talk, but he did like being in charge, and she had been on the verge of making him lose control with just a few words. Maybe because he'd been fantasizing about her all day, maybe because this time he was totally sober, maybe just because he really fucking liked a dirty girl in bed... but he wasn't going to let her get her way that easily.
He kept his hands on her thighs, holding them wide so he had full access to her sweet pussy, allowing him to lick, tease, and nibble at his pleasure. The muffled noises she made around his cock felt fantastic, but that was nothing compared to when she moved her hand away as his cock was moving down into her mouth, and suddenly he was sliding all the way down her throat.
Jake's knees buckled, and he shoved two of his fingers into her pussy as he struggled for control over his wayward body. The muscles of her throat worked around his cock, enticing him to stay, before he managed to pull back up, worried about choking her or cutting off her airway for too long. It took a supreme effort of will but he rolled off of her, although he kept his fingers inside of her, pumping them slightly as he looked down at her.
Her dress was bunched around her waist now, the rest of her body on display with her stockings, garters, and heels making her look supremely sexy. The garters framed her pink pussy where his fingers were buried currently, the mounds of her breasts were tipped with the hard buds of her nipples, her cheeks were flushed, and her lips were swollen from sucking his cock. She arched as he twisted his fingers inside of her, thrusting her breasts up even more as she pressed her pussy against his hand.
Need coursed through him and he pulled his hand from her pussy so he could completely remove her dress leaving her wearing nothing but the garter belt, stockings and heels. With her hair already tousled, her pussy glossy with arousal, and her expression filled with anticipation, she looked like a verifiable sex goddess.
Jake hooked her knees with his arms, spreading her wide and bending her body nearly in half as he lined his cock up with her pussy.
"First time is gonna be hard and fast," he warned her. She was wet enough to take it and he didn't have it in him to hold back for this round.
Next round, he’d go slower. Probably.
"I'd like a little less talk and a lot more action," she shot back at him, practically singing the words to the tune of the song.
Then she cried out as he thrust in, hard and fast, burying himself inside of her as he leaned down to take her mouth in a rough kiss.
