Sinful desires{steamiest short stories}

Story 1-chapter 2

Her fingers returned to his erection. She lightly traced him in his clothing, causing his c**k to dance against her. Without Jerome even noticing, Emily had his fly opened and her little hand slid into his pants, capturing his throbbing d**k. He looked down into her innocent face, and saw the look of satisfaction there. Her hand moved constantly.

She certainly knew about c***s. He relaxed and closed his eyes, again vowing to make this experience exactly what she wanted. He felt her hot hand leave his c**k, and then felt his pants and shorts being pulled down and off.

Now, she was fully dressed and he was naked, with a massive erection, aching to be touched.

She moved down his body, her eyes only inches away from the throbbing c**k. He could feel her hot breath, rapid and shallow. Looking up at him, she smiled. "Teach me, Jerome. Take my hand and show me the way to pleasure you, please?"

Jerome couldn't believe his ears. He looked into her sweet, very good-girl face and then saw her hand hovering above his d**k, waiting for instruction. He pulled a few pillows under his head and reached down, circling the c**k with his hand. He slowly massaged it as he had for years, his favored technique.

She watched intently, then replaced his hand with hers. "Like this?" she asked.

He almost couldn't talk, the pleasure was so overwhelming. He had never met a woman who cared if she massaged him correctly, so intent on his pleasure. With very little instruction, Emily was touching him exactly as he enjoyed it. Her face remained near his center, her hands moved busily on his c**k and balls.

Jerome felt himself quickly reaching orgasm. He wasn't sure if this was something she wanted. He slipped his hand into her soft hair, called her name. She turned to him and smiled. "It is ok, I want you to come, I want to see it. Please, come for me, Jerome."

That was it. He erupted, spraying hot come all over her innocent hand and his tummy. She held him, massaged him, until the spasms stopped, then quietly went to the bathroom for a warm, wet cloth. Returning, she gently cleansed his c**k and skin, kissing him as she worked.

Even her clothing excited him. The feel of her jeans on his naked thighs, her breasts covered in layers of fabric. She was a good girl, and he wanted to honor his promise. They snuggled together, kissing and holding, talking more now about the time they had known each other and what they wanted. Without him asking, she unsnapped her jeans and wriggled out of them.

While kissing, he opened a button on her shirt and she didn't stop him. Slowly, he opened them all, inhaling her sweet scent. She wrapped her bare legs around his, bringing her very wet panties in contact with his thigh. She was moaning softly in her throat, rubbing against him, lost in the desire she felt.

Her hand moved once again to his c**k, still softly asleep against his balls. He started to explain to her that he needed some time, when a miracle occurred. His c**k stirred and came to life, throbbing to engorgement as she touched him.

She smiled at him, kissing him lightly on the lips. "Jerome, I want to be f****d. I want to feel your thick c**k inside me, your fat head probing me, opening me, using me. Would you f**k me, please?" She turned and quickly climbed up the bed, resting her head on the pillows, offering her panty-clad ass to him.

She spread her legs, reaching down and pulling her panties to one side. He could see her face, hear her words, smell her excitement. He slid up behind her, grabbing her swaying hips and holding her in place. Her hand reached between her thighs, wrapping around his erection.

She guided him quickly to her brown curlies, using the smooth, fat head to separate the curls and find the engorged slit. She held him very still and then thrust back against him, burying his c**k deep inside her. She screamed with pleasure, turning her face into the pillows to muffle the sound.

Jerome probed her pink depths, quite sure he had never felt such silky heat in his entire life. They set up the perfect rhythm, in and out, up and down, deep then shallow. All the while, he could hear her, hear his sweet woman, muttering about his fat c**k, his heat, his c**k in her cunt, his cunt now. She said she loved the fat head, the way it probed her then popped out, only to f**k her again. He was inflamed with desire.

Finally, he held still, feeling the need to explode overwhelming him. At that exact moment, she clenched her muscles, pulling him deeper, making the space tighter and hotter.

That was it. He came. He held her hips tightly and filled her with come, throbbing inside her until he couldn't remain there any longer.

She collapsed on the bed and he crawled up to her, cradling her against his shoulder and side. They kissed again. Once more, she looked like his sweet angel, her hair softly tousled, her lips puffy and pink.

So much for promises.