Tethered

Chapter One-3

"Too many times, Venita. But you know, I'd really like you to concentrate on this," he said, reminding her of the hard as rocks erection bobbing in her face.

Her smiling lips went over the head, and her tongue began to play, and then moving on to the shaft, her mouth began working him deep; though when he was about to move on for the grand finale, Venita stopped.

"No you don't," she said, rising from him. "You take my p***y, love. I need to get filled up."

She climbed on him, and let her moist home settle in around the stiff staff. A gentle dance and he was on his way to oblivion again, and so was she. Her blonde hair hung down to tickle his face, except when she pulled up and had him kiss her breasts. The gentle soft orbs with the pink firm n*****s brought out darker inclinations, he wanted to twist the buds with his fingers, and plant his lips on the lily white flesh and leave round red marks.

"You ass," she was seething, trying to pull away, but his grasping hands pinned her in his control. Taking it as a sign to relent, she did. She never liked the idea of losing control, but her body seemed to always win the war with her mind.

Rolling over, Jack took charge with the hammering c**k and a steady drive. Rising up above her, he looked down at her sculptured face to see her eye make-up smeared, lipstick a softer pink and an expression of tranquillity breaking out.

"Oh, Jack yes . . . ." she was purring to him over and over. He felt her squeeze down on him, milking away at the driving c**k, as delirious noises of satisfaction were rising around his ears. "Oh God! Faster, darling!” She was starting to scream.

Her shuddering made him shudder. Something was building beyond ejaculation, a body experience moved everywhere through him, until the explosion, and a half dozen wild jolts finished him off. He couldn't tell when she started and when she stopped, but the curious grin on her face was an easy sight to see.

"You wear me out, Jack," she said, wearily. "You gonna let me sleep here tonight, I don't think I can get up?"

"Maybe that would be good," he replied, thinking of Franny finding the woman in his rooms when she arrived at quarter to seven.

"You know you ought to let yourself go with that little b***h. She's kind of cute, I think. I wouldn't mind having her myself.” She was drifting off to sleep, but the information was interesting. He didn't need her permission, because they weren't anything, but very good friends, and happy "f**k buddies.” Still, he wished she'd whoop and holler against it, remind him of all the reasons why he wasn't doing it anymore. That might prevent him from the foolishness that was beginning to descend on him. Inevitable was a word he hated, because that was how he was thinking of a future with Franny.