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Two beers turned into three bourbon shots and three pool games and five flaming Dr. Pepper's. Those five flaming Dr. Pepper's gave way to four hands groping each other, two bruised and swollen lips fighting for dominance, four eyes half-lidded with lust and anticipation.
It wasn't on her list of goals tonight but Philip decides to put 'getting thoroughly fucked' on top of that list.
His hand finds the hem of her tank top and slips one hand inside. The warmth of his calloused hand raised bumps on her skin. She bucks against him, feeling him hard under his jeans.
His leather jacket lay on a heap on his motel room floor and not far away is her red framed glasses. Soon, other articles of clothing join the two trademarks for their respective owners.
He was pleasantly surprised to see her wearing matching underwear. Black lace wired bra that lifts her breasts that smell and tastes like peaches. Her tiny black lace thong makes his breath hitch. He makes a mental note to keep that particular scrap of fabric later. While he was ogling her, she took the opportunity to push him on the bed. He laughs at her passion for power and authority and moves up to where his head reaches the headboard.
There's something feral about how she's crawling towards him. He sees her like a jungle cat and he's dinner – the happy victim. She straddles him, bends close to where her breath mixes with his. She licks his lips so lightly, teasing him to open his mouth, and when he does, she pulls away. He growls at her, after all, he's not used to delayed gratification. She dips her head and nips at the crook of his neck, moving down to his chest while slowly shimmying and grounding her hot core on his crotch. She finds one nipple and licks it like a cat would. That earned her a sound crossed between a groan and a moan.
Her hands travel down south and find the waistband of his boxers. She stops her ministrations and glanced up at him, checking is he was watching her and wasn't at all disappointed to see that he was.
"You're killing me here…" he said in panted breaths. She smiled like she was the only one who was privy to the secret of life. In one swift motion, she yanks his boxers and freed his hardened cock from its constraints. She smiled seductively and appreciated his more than adequate member. "Looks like you'll be killing me later, Dean"
She held his dick gently in her hands. He felt like an iron rod wrapped in velvet. She positioned herself on his side and softly blew on his cock, causing it to twitch. She licked the pre-cum glistening on its tip, lightly flicking her talented tongue at it. His eyes rolled at the back of his head and his head promptly hit the headboard.
His pleasant surprise was added to when she slid his cock inside her hot mouth and started sucking, her hand doing twisting motions when she pulled out.
He held her arm and managed to rasp out a ragged "Philip". She doesn't stop but responds with a "Hmmm…?" The vibrations from her throat did not go unnoticed and Dean had to pull her arm to make her stop.
"If you don't stop, I'm not going to last long. And I have things I want to do to you."
She giggled like a high school girl and Dean had to wonder how she could change from an honorary succubus to a virginal cheerleader. He didn't ponder on that thought long and he rolled her over to her back. He grabbed her wrists and raised her arms over her head and kept it secure with his left hand, putting a bit of pressure and weight on it. His right hand traveled the expanse of her skin – from the valley of her breasts down to her flat stomach and to the hot and wet core between her legs. He slipped his fingers under her waistband and pulled a little violently until he tugged it from under her. She wiggled out of it and kicked it away.
He let go of her wrists to move closer to her sex. He kissed every inch of flesh his full lips can find while his hands found the insides of her thighs and gently nudged her legs apart.
He breathed her in. He can taste her arousal wafting from her like the scented steam coming off a freshly baked apple pie. He moved and put himself between her legs and smiled at the beautiful sight before him. She let out a soft but surprised gasp when he kissed her pussy. He didn't lick nor dived like she thought he would, but rather, kissed it. It was an unexplainable feeling – gentle, carnal and torturous. Then he licked it – starting from her dripping slit, slowly, to the tiny nub. His tongue explored her folds, darting in and out of her while he grabbed her thighs to keep her still. Her hands found his hair and quite roughly pulled on it. "Dean…" she said in a deep whisper
"Yeah baby?"
"Listen to me. I'm not going to say this again. I want you to fuck me…NOW"
"Yes, Ma'am."
He got off the bed and groped for his pants and swiped her panties to stuff in his pocket. He pulled out a condom packet and hurriedly sheathed his throbbing cock in the rubber.
He lifted her backside and tucked a pillow underneath her. He held his cock, stroking it and poised it at her entrance and teased her cunt by rubbing it up and down, right before he plunged himself deep in her.
"Oh God!"
"Nah sweetie, just Dean"
"Shut up and just fuck me!"
He started slowly, making sure he hits her clit when he pushes himself in full hilt. She wraps her legs around his waist and uses her heels to encourage his pace. Dean went faster, harder, deeper and was rewarded with moans, the sound of his name tumbling from her lips, dirty words and the occasional 'fuck' in between 'holy' and 'shit'
"Dean, I'm close…"
"So am I Baby. Just come for me. Come with me….Fuuuuckkk…."
And then, explosions. She shuddered and her pussy squeezed his cock. The ripples alone almost made Dean blind. He relished the feeling and dropped on top of her. He wasn't a jerk but he needed to catch his breath and a few seconds of dead weight isn't so much of a sexual faux pas. She held him and didn't seem to mind the weight. She kissed his cheek and in a moment of tenderness, kisses him softly on the lips. At almost the same time, they look into each others' eyes and said "Dean" "Philip"
He smiled. "Ladies first"
"I highly doubt there was anything lady-like with what I just did"
"And that's the way I like it…" He smirked
"Dean, you have to pull out some time…"
"Oh." He sheepishly smiled and pulled out of her. He went to the bathroom and took off the condom from his now softening cock. He washed his hands and when he came out, he found Philip putting her tank top, the final piece of clothing, on.
"Not a fan of cuddling?"
She laughed. "I have an early day."
Usually, it's Dean who says that and makes the hasty exit. "I feel like a girl here…"
"Aww…insecure much?"
He smirked and raised an eyebrow. "So what? You just needed to get laid? Wow…I'm not sure how I should feel."
She went up to him and kissed him deeply. "You should feel like you've been thoroughly fucked. That's how I feel."
"Uh-huh."
"You can keep it. Think of it as a souvenir and a helpful prop when you're jacking off." She pointed at her panties peeking from his jeans pocket.
She picked up her purse and put on her shoes. Dean was just staring in shock and amusement. This girl was pretty impressive.
"Can I call you?" Dean asks "Just for a repeat…you know…"
Philip smiled as she walked to the door. "What do you need that for?" And with that, she blows him a kiss and leaves.
