Paper Machet

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What the hell was happening?
“Tristan, get off!” she pushed him off her.
“I’m trying to.”
“Very funny. What do you think you’re doing?”
“Well you said you wanted to know,” he whispered while nibbling on her ear.
“Please, stop it,” came the breathless plea. She was trying to sound like she meant it, and yet it just wouldn’t come out that way.
“Oh, Mary, don’t fight it. You can’t deny what’s inevitable.”
She gave in and let him kiss her lips wintenntensity.
The whole thing happened like it was party of a montage in a movie.
They kissed some more, a shirt flew off to the right, back to kissing, now shirtless, and then shoes are kicked off.
He pulled back, both of them breathing hard.
“This is what’s going to happen. We are going to get up and go to your room. You’re going to listen to everything I tell you, and it’s going to be the best night of your life. Understood?” His eyes were on fire, his voice husky, sexy, nothing she had expected.
She liked it.
She nodded her consent, a strange thrill from him ordering her around.
“Get and and lead the way.”
She got up and lead the way to her room. She was about to resume their previous activities, but he stopped her, pushing her away.
“No.”
“Bu—”
“Don’t speak. Do you understand?”
She nodded, strangely turned on by the demands he was laying on her.
“Strip. Slowly.”
She did as she was told, looking him straight in the eye, stely ely not embarrasby tby the current events unfolding.
He was rock hard, she could tell through his pants. His hand was rubbing against his penis as she slowly took off her skirt, followed by her panties.
“Now undress me.”
Rory did as she was told, slowly taking off his belt, unbuttoning his pants, and pulling them down over his hips. He stepped out of them for her. She still kept eye contact with him while pulling down his boxers, bending her knees to bring them to his feet. This turned him on even more. His dick was at least seven inches, already dripping with pre-cum.
She started to stand again, but he had other plans.
“No. Suck me. I want you to take me in your mouth and suck me hard and fast.”
She obeyed, taking him into her mouth, doing her best not to gag. Tristan grabbed her head and pushed it against him harder.
“Yeeesssssssss, like that, just like that. Use your tongue, and nnngggg, yes keep going.”
She figured she must be doing something right because it definitely sounded like he was enjoying himself. “Now stop. It’s too early for me to finish.”
He pulled her up and then pushed her onto her bed. He positioned her to sit against the pillows, leaning against the headboard while he sat on the foot of the bed.
She had been getting more aroused by the second, cum already dripping down her leg.
“I can see you like this. Now, I want you to do exactly as I tell you. Take your finger and find your clit. Rub it softly, spread your juices around. That’s it,” he said. Rory did exactly that, and the feeling at the bottom of her stomach grew stronger. This was something she had never experienced before, but she knew it was going to be good. No, not good, great.
“Are you wet enough? Can you feel it? Now, put one finger in your pussy, in and out, gently now…good good.” Tristan’s hands were on his cock, keeping pace with her fingers. “Now put in another one, and go a little faster. Use your other hand to pinch your nipples. That’s it, oh man are you hot right now. You’re pussy is so beautiful and wet.” He watched as she made herself moan with pleasure, sensing she was reaching the edge.
Her fingers were moving fast, inout inout inout inout. Her other hand grabbing her breast hard, pleasure mixing with the pain of pinching them. Her hips began bucking against her own palm, pushing her fingers in deeper, inoutinoutinout, they went and she was screaming his name as her juices spilled out onto her hand.
Tristan didn’t even give her time to recover. He needed to fuck her, and he needed it now.
He was on her in an instant, kissing her on her neck, her eyes, nibbling on her ears, her throat. She spread her legs further apart to give him access. He took her breasts into his mouth, biting them, pulling at them as his hungry cock waited at her entrance. It was driving her crazy, she wanted to orgasm again, desperately. Her hips floated up towards him, but he pulled away, not giving her what she wanted.
Rory was whimpering now, craving him to be inside her.
It was enough, he needed it just as bad as she did now, and he thrust into her. She gasped with pleasure and pain all mixed in one. He shoved in deep, and she brought her hips up to bring him in even deeper.
“Oh, Tristan, fuck me harder, fuck me faster and harder!”
He slammed into her over and over, the whole bed was shaking with their movements.
She was about to cum, and she couldn’t wait anymore. He bit down on her nipples once more and that sent her over the edge, pouring out all over his dick and on her legs.
He wasn’t too much farther behind, spilling into her with a final thrust.
They stayed in that position for a few more moments until he pulled out.
They were both drenched with sweat from the effort, and lay there to catch their breaths.
“Tristan?”
“Yes, Rory.”
“I think you’ve just about ruined me for anyone else.”
“Does this mean it’s possible to do this again?”
“Oh hell yes! But I think you should go home now, we can continue the project tomorrow. I need to gather my thoughts and maybe some sleep. Is that ok?
“Yes, it is. I’ll call you tomorrow, and maybe you’ll come over to my house. We can build the sculpture there.”
“Alright, until tomorrow then.” With that he picked up his clothes and left Rory on her bed drifting off into a blissful sleep.

TBC