Page 65 of Hardcore Vanilla
Although she’d snuck out of family weddings before, she’d never actually snuck off to have sex… And not in a coat closet where anyone could walk in at any time. She’d been a little nervous when the second door they’d opened had been the closet, a bit unsure if it was a good idea, but Jake had taken charge, swept her inside and had her pressed up against the coats lining the wall before she could voice any of her concerns.
She moaned against his lips, her excitement rising even higher at her own anxiousness. Someone could walk in at any time.Anyonecould walk in at any time. Shuddering, she moaned louder and slid the heel of her foot against the back of Jake’s calf, trying to pull him in closer.
His hands moved up from her waist to her breasts, fondling them through the thin fabric of her dress. Sharon hadn’t bothered with a bra. The dress had a built-in bra so that her nipples didn’t show through the material, and the padding rubbed against the sensitive buds as Jake’s large hands began to knead the soft mounds of flesh. The coats provided plenty of cushion behind her as he pressed her against the wall, one knee thrusting between her thighs.
Since he was so much taller than her, his thigh pressed against her pussy, allowing her to practically ride it.
She’d been really close to not wearing panties under the dress, but right now she was glad that she had; otherwise there was no way she’d have been able to wear this dress back into the reception. There was a small voice in the back of her brain worrying over whether or not she was soaking through her panties to her dress anyway as she rubbed herself against Jake’s thigh, but she ignored it.
The kiss deepened as his fingers slid inside the deep cut of her neckline, seeking out her nipples, and Sharon whimpered against his mouth. His tongue probed, dancing with hers, leaving her breathless as sensation surged through her. Rolling her nipples between his fingertips, he tugged gently, sending a new wave of pleasure through her.
As much as she wanted to touch him in return, her hands were busy keeping her upright as she clung to him. Besides, it wasn’t like she could undress him too much… and that made everything even hotter. The need to be careful, to be quiet, to stay hidden, there was something wonderfully taboo and exciting about it.
Her family would be fucking horrified if she was found getting it on in a coat closet.
Sharon didn’t want to be found but knowing what they were chancing made her even more aroused.
She squeaked as Jake lifted his mouth and pulled his leg away, spinning her around so that she was facing away from him.
“Jake,” she protested, her hands flat against the coats, pressing them into the wall and wrinkling some of the costly fabrics. Not that she cared about that.
“Shh, princess,” he answered, his voice teasing. She heard his zipper sliding down and then felt his hands pulling at the skirt of her dress, dragging the fabric up and over her hips. “Unless you want someone to hear us and come in here.”
Sharon moaned in reply.
He didn’t even bother to pull down her panties. She felt him pulling them to the side and placing both of his hands on her ass, one of them holding her panties away from her pussy to give him access. A moment later, the blunt head of his cock pressed against the soaked opening and shoved in, deep and hard.
She barely managed to stifle her cry of pleasure, her arms bracing against the hard thrust. Jake groaned, low and not too loudly, as he filled her, his fingers tightening on her soft flesh.
“Oh fuck…” Sharon clamped down around him, squirming slightly, as her taut panties pressed against her clit, adding an extra level of stimulation.
“This is going to be hard and fast,” he warned her in a low growl.
“Just shut up and fuck me already.”
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If they weren’t in a closet, Jake would have spanked her for that little comment. Instead, he leaned forward and reached up with his left hand to roughly grab her breast, making her squeal slightly. The nipple pinch he gave her was probably less effective with the padding inside of her dress, but it got his point across.
Then he straightened up again so he could get the right angle and leverage to ride her hard.
The purple panties she was wearing weren’t a thong, but they hadn’t given her ass much coverage. He’d hooked his thumb through the fabric and held them aside, giving him a delicious view of creamy pussy and winking asshole. Leaving her in her panties made the view seem exotic somehow – another indication that they were doing this where they weren’t supposed to.
Pulling her panties even farther to the side, he enjoyed her gasp and shudder as the fabric shifted over the front of her pussy. He curled his fingers around her hips, holding on tightly so he could thrust into her as hard as he liked.
She moaned as he began to move, her head dropping down between her arms and he could hear her panting for breath as he slid his cock in and out of her grasping pussy. The slick heat caressed him, her muscles tightening and relaxing around him, massaging every last inch of him as he thrust into her. The flapping of his pants where he’d opened them, and the ends of his shirt were a minor irritation compared to the rising pleasure.
Then… they heard it.
Voices.
Coming closer.
Jake kept moving, kept thrusting as both his trepidation and excitement grew, almost as if they were feeding off one another. Gasping with every thrust, he could tell Sharon was doing her best to remain quiet, but the small whimpers in the back of her throat were getting a little louder each time.
He couldn’t tell if he knew the owners of the voices or not, and he didn’t care.
Closer… closer…
