Free MeanGirls by Lucy Felthouse

Oliver. I’m hoping it will be the first time of many, so we’ve got
all the time in the world to explore each other’s bodies.”
    “I like your thinking, sweetheart.” He captured her lips
with his, pouring so much need and passion into the kiss that Adele’s pussy
lips swelled, and her clit ached for attention, ached so hard that she thought
it might burst with the slightest touch.
    Pulling away, she let out a moan. “Oh, oh, oh, Oliver. Please!
Just fuck me, fuck me now. As hard and as fast as you can go. I’ll probably
come with you anyway, even without my clit being directly stimulated. If we get
the angle right.”
    “Tell me the angle, gorgeous, and I’ll bloody well make sure
we get it right.”
    “Get inside me,” she replied, “and I’ll show you.”
    He clearly needed no further encouragement, as he
immediately shifted his hips to position the meaty head of his cock against her
engorged entrance. He licked his lips as he gazed upon her, then whispered,
“Ready?”
    She’d barely nodded when he canted his hips, pushing past
the most minor amount of resistance and sinking deep into her wet, eager pussy.
    Their moans and expletives filled the room and Adele wrapped
her arms around Oliver’s neck and her legs around his calves. Pulling him to
her, not letting him go.
    “God, you feel so good,” Oliver said, moving his head back a
little to look into her eyes. “So fucking hot, wet and tight. I’m definitely
not going to last long in those conditions. I’ll make it up to you, though—I
promise.”
    Adele pulled him back down to her for another kiss. Jerked
her hips up to meet his, driving him deeper inside her cunt. She squeezed her
walls around him, gripping his shaft and wrenching a squealing-growl sort of a
noise from his throat. She swallowed it into her mouth and did it again. This
time, Oliver pulled away with a gasp.
    “Keep doing that and it’ll be seconds, not minutes, babe.”
    “Go for it, babe. I told you—go hard and fast. Fuck me so
hard my teeth rattle. I like it that way. Love it.” In the heat of the moment,
she wasn’t even embarrassed by uttering the rude words. She felt attractive,
sexy and, most importantly, wanted. Oliver wanted her and she wanted him
right back.
    “Take me, Ol. Please.”
    She didn’t need to ask him again. Kissing her once more,
roughly, briefly, he rose up on his arms, looked down at where their bodies
were joined. Glanced back at her face with a grin that almost reached from ear
to ear, then began to fuck her exactly as she’d requested.
    As bliss overtook her, crashing through her body in
delicious waves, Adele had to fight to keep her eyes open.

Chapter Ten
     
    Oliver could hardly believe his luck. He wasn’t entirely
sure how he and Adele had gone from coffee and a piece of cake in the leisure
center cafeteria to screwing in her bed, but he certainly wasn’t complaining.
    It was everything he’d hoped it would be. Once she’d gotten
over her original shyness, she’d turned into the sexy, confident goddess he’d
always suspected she was. When she’d started talking dirty—or dirty for her,
anyway—he’d been surprised he didn’t come right away. The words, plus the glint
in her eyes, the wanton parting of her lips, had been so incredibly erotic that
it had ramped his arousal up another notch—if that were even possible.
    He was, as requested, fucking her as hard and as fast as he
could. Their flesh slapped together rhythmically and he looked down, enjoying
the sight of her boobs and belly wobbling as he pounded into her. He adored the
fact he could do this without hurting her, and as for her loving it this way,
well, he was truly beginning to think she was the perfect woman for him.
    Inevitably, the speed at which he was going and the
resultant heat and friction were driving him closer and closer to the edge. The
tingle at the base of his spine and the tightening of his ball sac told him
just how imminent his climax was, and he