Free MacNamarasLady by N.J. Walters

kneeling between them. He
started to lean over her and then swore.
    He climbed off the bed and, for a horrible
second, she thought he was leaving. Then he grabbed his pants off the floor and
dug out his wallet. Opening it, he pulled out a condom and dropped his wallet
back on the floor.
    Missy was glad he’d thought of a condom
because for the first time in her life she hadn’t. He ripped the packet open
and soon had the latex covering smoothed over his erection.
    Kneeling between her legs once again, he
fitted the head of his cock against the opening of her sheath. He lifted one of
her legs over his thigh. He placed his other hand flat on the mattress beside
her head, supporting himself as he pressed inward.
    He was large and thick, and her inner
muscles contracted, keeping him from going very deep. “Relax, Missy.” His voice
was thick with need, the tip of his cock stretching her. But he didn’t rush,
didn’t push. Instead, he waited for her body to loosen, to accept him.
    He pressed a kiss on her cheek, her
forehead, her nose. She turned her head toward him and their lips met. She
sighed and he sank another several inches into her. He was a part of her now,
but it wasn’t enough. She arched upward taking even more of him.
    She broke their kiss and wrapped her arms
around his neck. “Finish it.”
    His pupils dilated as he flexed his hips,
sinking into her one inch at a time until he was completely inside her. It was
slightly uncomfortable at first. He filled her to the limits, stretching her
sheath to the max. But it felt good too.
    She could feel the pulse of his cock inside
her, deeper than any other man had ever gone. Her pussy contracted around him,
squeezing tight. The muscles in his jaw tightened and she knew he was waiting.
For her.
    She cupped his face in her hands feeling
protected and cared for. He made her feel precious and special. But she wanted
more. She wanted hot, sweaty, heart-pounding sex. “Let go.”
    He groaned and then shifted, taking her
with him as he rolled onto his back. “You do it. You control what you want. How
you want it.”
    Missy sat up, the innocent motion driving
him even deeper. They both groaned.
    “That’s it, babe.” He cupped her breasts,
thumbing her nipples. “While you ride my cock I’m going to play with these.
They’re fucking perfect. You’re perfect.”
    God, had a man ever been so sexually frank
with her before? She didn’t think so. He was rough and slightly crude, but he
was also gentle and caring. She moaned when he lightly plucked her nipples. He
was also pushing her to the edge again.
    She rose up slightly on her knees and came
down again, squeezing his thick cock into her slick channel. It felt so good
she did it again. This time harder and faster.
    One of T.S.’ hands snaked down her torso
and found its way between her thighs. He teased her clit with one finger and
used his other hand to fondle her breast.
    Missy’s entire body was covered in a thin
layer of sweat. Her heart raced. Her skin tingled. She rose and fell on his
cock over and over again. She cried out when he scissored two of his fingers,
capturing her sensitive clit in between.
    She was panting hard now, lost in her own
pleasure. Oblivious to everything but their heavy breathing, the feel of his
hands on her body, the slap of their skin as they came together again and
again.
    “Yes,” she cried as she slammed down onto
him one final time. Her pussy contracted hard, gripping his cock. Spasms shook
her entire body. She cried out his name as he rolled, taking her beneath him.
He came up onto his knees, hooked his arms beneath her thighs and thrust hard
and fast.
    Missy came again. Or maybe it was the same
orgasm. It was impossible to tell as he pounded into her. He tensed and yelled.
She felt the ripples in his cock, the heat of him as he came.
    T.S. bent forward, resting his head on her
shoulder. Her thighs were still draped over his arms, his cock still throbbing
inside her. She moaned