"Without further ado Miss Jones," I announce stalking up to her. As she sees me coming she bites her lip but doesn't push me away. I cradle her face with my hands and place a chaste kiss on her lips, she whimpers when I pull away, oh how I've missed this. I kiss her again with more passion until we are making out against the wall. She suddenly pushes me off of her and unto the bed before slowly removing her clothing. For each corner of skin revealed there is a sharp intake of breath, I feel as though I could burst through my trousers. Her hair sits on her shoulders bouncy and full, her breasts so big and soft, the nipples pert and just waiting to be sucked on. I go to get up but she holds me in place, deciding that I like the angle.

I begin to gently massage her breasts taking pleasure in the moans she lets out. She rests her hands next to my head and I turn her around so that her back's to my front and nibble on her ear lobe. I get harder by the second through the musical sighs and noises exiting that scrumptious mouth of hers. "Mike," she squeals, my name is on her lips like a mantra as I cup her soft breasts and tweak her nipples until she begs me to suck them. Instead I continue my movements, letting one hand drift down her body and unto her hot spot.

Before she is able to register what's going on, I plunge a finger into her wet, hot, depths. She gasps in shock and I watch her face as I insert another finger. I pull out of her when I notice a mirror, she groans before looking back at me. I move off the bed and walk us to the mirror, I look into it and feel my manhood grow somewhat. Our bodies contrast beautifully, both of our eyes black in lust; I notice the unfairness of the situation and proceed to strip before resuming my place behind her.

I continue what I'd already begun, teasing her senseless. "Miss Jones, where do you put the condoms?" I feel her tremble beneath me and tighten my hold on her. "I don't have any," she whispers and I pinch her nipples roughly between my thumb and forefingers.

"Liar! Where do you keep the condoms Miss Jones?" She bites her lip and I nearly bust a nut thinking of them wrapped around my cock. "I really don't," she tells me in a whimper, of course I don't believe her. I kneel in front of her and take a mocha colored nipple into my mouth, relishing in the saltiness and hint of strawberry under the skin. I play with her other nipple and the sounds from that mouth of hers nearly distract me from my goal. I gently bite down on her nipple and she squeals loudly, I moan at the sound.

Then I bite down again, a full on 'Oh my God that fucking hurt' bite. "The condoms?" I enquire before giving the other nipple the same treatment. "In the f-first d-draw sir," she stutters and I release her to grab a condom. "Lie down," I command and she complies, leaning back on the bed and opening her legs. I put on the condom before I climb between them and position myself I smile and kiss her softly, trailing my right hand down her body until it reaches her core. I press two digits into her, curling them on the way out making a 'come hither' gesture.

I stop when I think that she's slick enough. I press into her and stop to gauge her reaction to my size, seeing no serious discomfort I thrust until I'm inside of her. She thrusts her hips upwards and I thrust into her again, and again "Fuck," I grunt as she tightens around me "So wet, so warm, so hot for me," she squeals and arches her back slightly, pressing her heels into my lower back. "Shit, p-please," She calls out; I torture us both by slowing down "Please what?" I ask "Fuck me harder!" she demands voice laced with lust and I comply picking up pace, thrusting in and out with vigor.

Her nails scrape against my shoulders, her eyes tight shut crying out as I pound into her. She clamps down on me and after a few un timed thrusts I see white behind my eyelids and ride out my orgasm with her.

I feel bright light through my eyelids, sunlight hurts. I yawn and stretch a little. I've woken up to an empty bed with wet sheet. Not again! Why me? I wipe the sleep out of my eyes and look around, this isn't my room. I smile to myself "Want some breakfast Mike?" Mercedes asks leaning on the doorframe "Yeah I'd enjoy that Mercedes,"

So there you have it my second plotless, smut filled story, review please;)