her nipples harden against the satin of her nightshirt as she pressed against him. The dull ache between her thighs had grown more urgent and her panties were sopping. She felt his hand slip down her leg and reach up under her nightshirt.
“How do you like it?” Tom asked.
“Hard,” Amanda whispered.
And Amanda felt his fingers plunge into her willing crease. She wanted him. She reached down his strong chest for his dick. She found it there, standing at attention, and Amanda freed it from his jeans. She could feel her own juices wetting her inner thigh as she ran her hand over the silky head of his rigid member and down the shaft. She’d seen bigger, but it would do the job.
“You said you like it rough,” Tom said.
She stared into his eyes.
“I said I like it hard.”
He pushed her against the wall forcefully, and Amanda felt a familiar heat welling within her. She watched as he stepped out of his jeans and stood naked before her. Swirls of black and blue ink accentuated the line of his rippled muscles, as if he had the coiled strength to burst right out of his skin.
Tom placed his strong hands on the satin of her nightshirt, kneading her breasts below it, toying with her nipples beneath the thin fabric. She wanted his mouth on them. Wanted him to suck them hard. She was breathing heavily, anticipating what would come next. Tom looked her in the eye and he felt feral to her, part animal. He reached his fingers under the collar of her nightshirt and smiled. Then he ripped it open in one powerful movement.
“Fuck me,” Amanda whispered.
He pulled her near with one hand on her ass and cupped her ample breast in the other, sinking his mouth around the entire aureola, the nipple, everything. He sucked it back and Amanda felt an electric current pass through her veins. His tongue still around her nipple, he grabbed her close. She could feel his cock, ramming into the fabric of her panties, making a mockery of the hollow that existed just below the thin, damp fabric.
He placed his other hand on her ass, tugging the nipple between his lips and she thrust her mound forward, feeling his cock standing there. Tom licked across her cleavage and took her other breast into his mouth. He swirled his raspy tongue around it and she moved her clit up and down on his cock. She was so wet now she was soaking, the ache within her grown to a need. She needed him inside of her. Her slick channel needed filling.
“Do me now,” she said.
She reached down for his cock, already sleek with his desire.
“Put on a condom and fuck me hard.”
Tom reached down for his pants and pulled a condom out of his pocket.
“Give me that,” Amanda said.
He handed Amanda the condom and she tore the wrapper open between her teeth, pulling it out. She didn’t want him fumbling around. Besides, she liked putting it on. It let her make sure the job was done right. She squeezed the end and rolled the rubber down over his rigid cock. Oh my, she could feel his engorged member pulsing.
Tom picked her up and turned her roughly around, positioning her against the wall. He spread her legs and Amanda pushed her ass out. She glanced over her shoulder at him. Amanda thought she heard him growl as he reached up under her panties for her pussy. He ran a thick finger through her dripping petals before pulling her panties to the side. Then she felt his hands on her ass as he entered her in one powerful thrust.
“Ahhh!” he grunted.
She was wet enough that he slipped right up inside of her. The angle was perfect, just the way she liked it.
“Harder,” she said, thrusting her ass out to meet him.
“Harder?”
“And deeper.”
He thrust into her again and they fell into a punishing rhythm. Amanda pressed her fingers into the wall as he plunged into her. It had been a long time since she’d had it like that. Uncommitted. No strings attached. She liked the way his cock slid up inside her. Every time a little deeper. Every time bringing her a