Chapter 3: Morning sex
The faint glow of the morning sun began to filter through the sheer curtains, casting a soft light on the couple entwined together. John stirred first, his morning wood stirring, growing harder against her.
He opened his eyes to find her exactly where he'd left her, her body pressed against his, his head resting on her tits. He could feel her heartbeat, steady and strong, a comforting rhythm that made him smile.
He looked up at her, her eyes still closed, her mouth slightly parted, her long lashes casting shadows on her cheeks. She looked peaceful, serene, like an angel. John couldn't help but feel a surge of love for her, a fierce protectiveness that made him want to hold her close forever.
But he also wanted to fuck her senseless. He looked up at her, her lips slightly parted, her cheeks flushed, her blonde hair fanned out around her like a halo. She was fucking gorgeous.
John couldn't help but stare at her, his cock throbbing against her thigh; his poor cock was being crushed between their bodies, aching for release. He looked up at her, her lips slightly parted, her cheeks flushed, her blonde hair fanned out around her like a halo. She was his angel, his devil, his everything.
Yet he couldn't bring himself to wake her, not yet. He wanted to watch her, to memorize every curve, every freckle, every breath. He wanted to commit her to memory, to brand her onto his soul.
His cock, however, had other plans. It throbbed against her, aching with need, desperate for release. John gritted his teeth, trying to rein in his desire, but it was no use. Not when she was laid out before him like a fucking feast. He wanted to devour her, to consume her, to make her scream his name until she was hoarse. He wanted to fuck her so hard she'd feel him for days, her pussy aching with the memory of his cock filling her, stretching her, owning her.
He resigned to closing his eyes, trying to regain control, but her scent, her warmth, her very presence was driving him insane. He could feel her breath against his hair, her chest rising and falling with each breath. He could feel her heartbeat, steady and strong, and it only served to fuel his desire.
With each passing moment his cock beat against her thigh harder, as if trying to beat her quads in a contest of endurance. John tried to will his cock to calm down, but it was no use. His cock had a mind of its own, and it was hungry.
He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself, but her scent, her warmth, her very presence was driving him insane. but the serenity of the moment kept him in check. He didn't want to wake her, couldn't bring himself to wake her.
But his cock had other plans. His cock was painfully hard, and it demanded attention.
Sarah stirred, her eyes fluttering open, her gaze meeting his. She smiled, a slow, lazy smile that made his heart skip a beat. "Morning," she murmured, her voice still thick with sleep. John didn't respond, instead, he leaned down, capturing her lips in a searing kiss. He could feel her surprise, her body tensing for a moment before she melted into him, her arms wrapping around his neck, her fingers tangling in his hair.
Sarah stretched languidly, her body arching against his, her tits pressing into his head. As Sarah stirred more and more she could feel her body pleasantly sore from the previous night's activities.
She stretched again, her back arching, her hips rolling, her pussy throbbing. She could feel John's cock pressed against her thigh, hot and hard, throbbing with need. She stretched for a third time, her body arching against John's, her tits pressing into his head. Her hands wandered down his back, tracing the lines of his muscles, feeling his skin heat up under her touch.
John groaned into her mouth, his hips grinding against hers, his cock throbbing against her thigh. Sarah could feel the dampness between her legs, her pussy aching with need. She moaned, her legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer. She broke from the kiss , her breath ragged as she looked up at him. "Are you going to keep your promise, John, or are you just going to tease me like this all morning?" she asked, her voice husky with desire. John smirked, his hands roaming down her body, his fingers tracing the curve of her hips, her thighs.
"Oh, I'm going to keep my promise, Sarah," he growled, his voice low and dominant. "I'm going to fuck you so hard you'll be screaming my name before you can even think about breakfast."
John's cock throbbed against her thigh at the thought of ravaging her. Sarah's eyes widened, her breath hitching in anticipation. She could feel her pussy clenching, her juices flowing at his words.
"Is that a promise?" she taunted, her voice barely above a whisper.
John grinned, "You bet your sweet ass it is."
He slid down her body, his tongue leaving a trail of fire as he went. He paused at her tits, his hands cupping them, his thumbs rubbing against her hard nipples. Sarah arched into his touch, a moan escaping her lips. John kept moving down, his tongue tracing the curve of her stomach, dipping into her belly button. Sarah squirmed, her hands clawing at the sheets as he moved lower, his breath hot against her pussy. Every mound of muscle on Sarah's body was traced by John's tongue, every curve explored, every inch of her skin set ablaze. She could feel his eyes on her, hungry and intense, as he took in every detail of her body. John's tongue explored every dip and curve with a hunger that made her pussy throb. She could feel her juices flowing, her clit aching with need. She could feel his lips curl into a smile against her skin, knowing the effect he was having on her.
His tongue continued its descent, tracing the line of her hip bone, making her shiver. He paused at the apex of her thighs, his breath hot against her pussy. Sarah's heart pounded in her chest, her breath coming in short gasps. She was aching, yearning for his touch, his mouth, his cock.
John's body flexed and tensed as he positioned himself between her legs, spreading them wide with his broad shoulders.
Sarah could feel the cool air against her heated pussy, her clit throbbing with anticipation. She looked down at him, his face inches from her sex, his eyes locked onto her. He leaned in, his tongue flicking out to trace her slit, a low moan rumbling in his chest.
"Fuck, you taste so good, Sarah," he growled, his voice ragged with desire. He dove in, his tongue delving deep into her pussy, lapping up her juices. Sarah bucked against him, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.
Sarah could feel the cool air brushing against her wet pussy, heightening her senses and making her ache for his touch. She looked down at him, her eyes heavy-lidded with desire, her lips parted in anticipation.
John looked up at her, his blue eyes dark with lust. "You're so fucking beautiful, Sarah," he growled, his voice rough with desire. "I could eat you out all day and never get tired of it."
Sarah whimpered, her hips bucking slightly at his words. "Please, John," she begged, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Fuck, yes, John! Eat my pussy!" she cried, her voice echoing in the room. John growled, his tongue working her clit, his fingers sliding in and out of her wet cunt. He could feel her walls clamp down on him, her body trembling on the edge of orgasm.
"Yes, John, yes," she panted, her breath coming in short gasps. John's tongue worked her pussy, his lips sucking on her clit, his fingers plunging in and out of her. He could feel her body tensing, her pussy clenching around his fingers, her moans growing louder.
"Come for me, Sarah," he growled, his voice muffled against her pussy. "Come all over my face."
Sarah's breath hitched, her body tensing as she obeyed his command. She screamed his name, her body convulsing as her orgasm washed over her.
Sarah's body arched, her back lifting off the bed, her pussy convulsing as she came undone.
John could feel her juices flowing, coating his fingers, his chin, his goddamn soul. He lapped it up, his tongue swirling around her clit, drawing out her orgasm until she was a boneless, panting mess.
"Fuck, John," she gasped, her chest heaving. "That was... that was fucking incredible."
John grinned, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "I'm not done with you yet, baby," he said, his voice low and dangerous. He climbed up her body, his muscles flexing, his cock throbbing.
Sarah could see it, thick and veined, leaking pre-cum, ready to fuck her senseless. She licked her lips, her pussy clenching in anticipation.
"You want this, don't you, Sarah?" John growled, his voice low and dominant. His cock brushed against her pussy, making her moan.
"Yes," she whimpered, her hips bucking slightly. "I want your cock, John. I want you to fuck me hard."
John smirked, his hands gripping her hips tightly. He inserted his cock into her pussy, slowly, inch by inch, letting her feel every vein, every ridge. Sarah gasped, her nails digging into his back, her eyes locked onto his. "Fuck, you're so big, John," she moaned, her voice ragged with desire.
John groaned, his hips flexing as he bottomed out inside her. "You feel amazing, Sarah," he growled, his voice laced with lust. He pulled out slowly, before asking, "do you want me to keep my promise , baby?"
Sarah's response was immediate and eager. "Yes, John. Fuck me hard. Make me scream your name."
John smirked, his grip on her hips tightening. "As you wish, my love." He thrust back into her, hard and fast, making her gasp. He set a punishing pace, his hips slamming against hers, his cock filling her completely. Sarah could feel every inch of him, every ridges and veins, stretching her, fucking her, owning her.
Sarah's response was immediate and enthusiastic. "Yes, John. Fuck me hard. Fuck me like you mean it." She screamed, her nails digging into his back, her heels digging into his ass, urging him on. Just like that! Fuck me hard, baby!"
John grunted, his hips slamming against hers, his cock pistoning in and out of her. "You like that, don't you, Sarah? You like it when I fuck you hard?"
"God, yes!" she cried, her head thrashing from side to side. "I love it when you fuck me hard, John. I love your big cock, baby."
She could feel her pussy clenching around him, her juices flowing, coating his cock, making their fucking wet and sloppy. She could hear the sound of their bodies slapping together, the sound of him fucking her, the sound of her moans filling the room.
"Fuck, John. Fuck me harder," she panted, her nails digging into his back, her legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper, needing him deeper.
John growled, his pace becoming more brutal, more punishing.
Sarah couldn't even tell when one orgasm started and another ended. Her body was a symphony of sensation, every nerve ending alight with pleasure. She could feel her pussy clenching around him, her juices flowing, mixing with his sweat, creating a slippery, sloppy mess.
"Fuck, Sarah," John panted, his voice ragged. "Your pussy feels so fucking good. I could fuck you all day."
Sarah could only moan in response, her body arching against his, her tits bouncing with each thrust. She could feel his cock swell inside her, his pace becoming more erratic.
Her body was on fire, her pussy throbbing, her clit aching. Orgasm after orgasm had wracked her body, each one more intense than the last. But John wasn't done with her yet. He flipped her onto her stomach, his hands gripping her hips, his cock still buried deep inside her. Sarah gasped, her fingers clawing at the sheets as he began to move again, his hips slamming against her ass, his cock filling her completely.
"Fuck, John," she moaned, her voice muffled by the pillow. "Your cock feels so good."
John growled, his fingers digging into her hips. He dove in, his cock slamming into her, making her scream. He fucked her hard, his hips slapping against her ass, his cock filling her completely.
"Fuck, John," she moaned, her face pressed into the pillow. "Your cock feels so fucking good. I love it when you fuck me like this."
John grunted, his pace brutal, punishing. He grabbed the base of her hair, tilting her head back, pulling her face from the sheets, unmuffling
her moans. His other hand snaked around, finding her clit, rubbing it in tight, fast circles, matching the relentless pounding of his cock.
"Fuck, John!" Sarah screamed, her pussy clenching around him, her body tensing as another orgasm threatened to consume her. "I'm gonna come! I'm gonna fucking come!"
John growled, his fingers digging into her hip, his thumb pressing hard against her clit. "Come for me, Sarah. Come all over my cock," he commanded, his voice ragged with lust.
Sarah screamed, her body convulsing as she obeyed his command. She could feel her pussy clamping down on him, her juices flowing, coating his cock, making their fucking sloppy and wet. John groaned, his hips slamming against her ass, his cock pistoning in and out of her, drawing out her orgasm, making it last, making it fucking incredible.
John only pounded harder, mercilessly , his hips a blur of motion, his cock a relentless battering ram. Sarah could feel her body being pushed to its limits, her pussy clenching and unclenching, her juices flowing, her clit throbbing. she screamed, her body tensing, her pussy clamping down on him. "I'm coming again! I'm fucking coming!"
John growled, his fingers digging into her hips, his pace becoming more frenzied, his body a machine designed for one purpose - to fuck her senseless. Sarah could feel her orgasms blending into one, her body a live wire, her nerves on fire. She was a mess of moans and screams, her body writhing, her hands clawing at the sheets, her pussy aching, throbbing, clenching around his cock. Fuck me harder. Fuck me harder!" she screamed, her voice hoarse, her body begging for more.
John, sweat dripping from his chiseled body, obliged. He flipped her onto her back, and picked her up entirely, his hands om either side of her torso, her legs wrapping around his waist.
Sarah's breath caught in her throat as she felt herself lifted, her body weightless in his strong arms. John's muscles flexed, his grip tightening as he lowered her onto his cock, impaling her on his thickness.
"Jesus fucking Christ, John," Sarah gasped, her head falling back, her eyes closing as she savored the feeling of him filling her completely.
John paid no attention to her words, his only focus was the feel of her pussy clenching around his cock, milking him, urging him to move.
He wasted no time, every fiber of muscle was dedicated to one task: fucking her senseless. He picked up the pace, his hips slamming against hers, his cock pistoning in and out of her pussy. Sarah's tits bounced with each thrust, her moans filling the room, her fingers clawing at his back.
"Fuck, John," she panted, her breath ragged.
John growled, his fingers digging into her hips, his pace punishing. Harder, Deeper, Faster that's all that consumed
him. Sarah's moans grew louder, her fingers clawing at his back, her hips meeting his thrusts, demanding more. Their bodies slapped together, the sound of their fucking filling the room, the smell of sex thick in the air.
Sarah was consumed by a never-ending orgasm, her body shaking, her pussy clamping down on John's cock, milking him, urging him to come. John could feel it, the pressure building in his balls, his cock swelling, ready to explode.
She could feel him swelling inside her, his body tensing, his breath coming in short gasps.
He dug his nails into her hips, his grip so tight she knew there would be bruises tomorrow. But she didn't care. She wanted him to mark her, to claim her, to make her his.
She dug her nails into his scalp equally as hard, pulling him closer, her hips meeting his thrusts, demanding more. Fuck me harder, John. Fuck me like you own me."
John snarled, his grip on her hips tightening, his pace becoming brutal. "You're mine, Sarah. Every inch of you belongs to me," he growled, his voice ragged with lust. "Your pussy, your tits, your fucking soul - they're all mine."
Sarah moaned, her body arching against his, her pussy clenching around his cock. "I'm yours. Fuck me, John," she growled, her voice low and dangerous. "Fuck me like you mean it."
John snarled, his hips slamming against hers, his cock burying itself to the hilt. Sarah gasped, her body arching, her tits pressing into his chest. She could feel every inch of him, every vein, every ridge, stretching her, filling her, owning her.
"Oh, I mean it, Sarah," he growled, his voice ragged with lust.
Sarah gasped, her voice barely audible over the sound of their bodies slapping together. "Every. Fucking. Inch. I'm yours" she whimpered, her pussy clenching around him, urging him on. John growled, his pace turning feral, his cock slamming into her with a force that would've knocked her back if he wasn't holding her so tightly. Their bodies slapped together, the sound of their fucking echoing through the room, mingling with their moans and pants.
Sarah's body was on fire, her nerves alight with pleasure.
John finally felt his balls tighten, his cock swell, and he was ready to explode.
"Fuck, Sarah, I'm gonna come," he growled, his voice ragged. "I'm gonna fill your pussy with my cum."
Sarah moaned, her hips bucking against him, her pussy clenching around his cock. "Fucking come inside me. I want to feel your hot cum filling me up." John let out a primal growl, his grip on her hips becoming almost painful as he slammed into her, his cock throbbing, ready to explode. Sarah could feel it, the heat, the pressure, the sheer magnitude of his impending orgasm. She wanted it, needed it, craved it.
"Fuck, Sarah, you feel so fucking good," John panted, his voice ragged. "Your pussy is so tight, so wet, so fucking perfect."
Sarah could only moan in response, her body writhing, her pussy clenching around him, urging him on.
The start of John's orgasm was like a spark igniting a wildfire. He let out a guttural roar, his grip on her hips turning bruising as he slammed into her, his cock throbbing, pulsing, as he released wave after wave of hot cum deep inside her.
"Fuck, Sarah, fuck!" he bellowed, his body shaking, his muscles tensing as he filled her completely.
Sarah could feel it, the heat, the pressure, the sheer volume of his cum as it coated her insides, marking her, claiming her.
Sarah gasped, her body tensing, her pussy convulsing, milking him, drawing out his orgasm. Come inside me! Fill me up!" she screamed, her voice hoarse, her body shuddering with pleasure.
John's grip on her hips tightened, his fingers digging into her flesh as he continued to pump his cum into her, his cock throbbing, his body shaking.
Rope after rope of hot cum filled Sarah's pussy, overflowing, dripping down her thighs, coating them both in their combined juices. The sight of it, the feel of it, pushed Sarah over the edge once more. She screamed, her body convulsing, her pussy clamping down on John's cock, milking him, drawing out his orgasm, making it last longer, making it fucking incredible.
Her pussy was clenched so tight that every drop of him was locked inside her, creating an unbearable pressure that had them both gasping for air.
"That's so much cum," she whimpered, her body shaking, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, not wanting to lose a single drop.
John grunted, his body still shivering, his cock still throbbing inside her. "All for you, baby," he growled, his voice ragged. "Every fucking drop."
He leaned down, his lips capturing hers in a deep, passionate kiss. Sarah could taste herself on him, the salty, tangy flavor of her pussy mixed with the sweetness of his sweat. She moaned into his mouth, her tongue dueling with his, her legs still wrapped tightly around his waist. John's hands roamed her body, his fingers tracing the curve of her spine, the swell of her ass, the softness of her tits. He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck, his teeth nipping at her collarbone.
"would you say that I upheld my promise, Sarah?" he asked, his voice low and husky. Sarah could only nod, her body still trembling from their intense encounter.
"Good," he growled, his hands sliding down her body, his fingers tracing the curve of her hips, her thighs. Sarah whimpered, "You fucking kept your promise," she breathed, her voice hoarse.
She unwrapped her legs from around his waist, her body going limp as he slowly pulled out of her. They both groaned at the loss of connection, their bodies glistening with sweat and cum. John collapsed beside her, his chest heaving, his arms wrapping around her, pulling her close.
"Fuck, Sarah," he panted, his lips brushing against her ear. "You're incredible."
Sarah smiled, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest. "You're not so bad yourself, John."
John rose to get a damp towel from the bathroom. He returned, wiping himself down, and then cleaned Sarah up gently. She watched him, her heart swelling with affection. He cared for her, even after they'd just fucked each other senseless.
"what do you want for breakfast, baby?" He asked, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
Sarah's stomach rumbled at the mention of food. Sarah smiled, her body still tingling from their encounter. "there's a breakfast buffet downstairs. I could go for some pancakes and bacon." John grinned, his eyes lighting up. "You know what goes great with pancakes and bacon?" Sarah raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk on her lips. "What's that, John?" she asked, her voice dripping with feigned innocence. John's hand snaked out, grabbing her wrist, pulling her towards him. "This," he growled, his lips capturing hers in a searing kiss. Sarah moaned, her body melting into his, her nipples hardening against his chest.
"get dressed, baby. Let's go get that breakfast, Let's go get some food in you," John said, breaking the kiss, his voice ragged with desire.
Sarah chuckled, "there's just one problem, John. I can't walk after that. My legs are like jelly."
John grinned, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Don't worry, baby. I'll wait for you."
John scooped her up into his arms, carrying her bridal style towards the bathroom. Sarah giggled, her arms wrapping around his neck, her body still tingling from their earlier encounter. He set her down gently on the bathroom counter. Sarah watched him, her eyes soft with affection. He was such a contradiction - a beast in the bedroom, gentle and caring outside of it.
John ran a shower for her. Sarah watched him, her eyes tracing the lines of his muscles, her body still humming with desire. She forced herself to stand, her legs wobbling slightly as she made her way towards the running shower She caught her reflection in the mirror, her cheeks flushed, her eyes bright, her lips swollen from their kisses. She looked well-fucked, and she loved it.
He helped her in, stepping in behind her, his hands already roaming her body, lathering soap, washing her, touching her. Sarah leaned back into him, her eyes closed, enjoying the sensation of his touch. His hands were rough, calloused from years of hard work, but they were gentle with her, always careful, always attentive.
Sarah let out a soft moan, her body relaxing under his touch.
"We should hurry, we don't want to miss breakfast," Sarah said, her voice barely above a whisper. John chuckled, his hands never pausing in their exploration of her body.
"Fuck breakfast," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "I've got all I need right here."
Sarah bit her lip, her pussy clenching at his words. She loved it when he talked dirty to her. It made her feel desired, wanted, needed.
John washed every modicum of their previous encounter off her skin, his hands lingering on her tits, her pussy, her ass, making sure she was clean yet leaving her feeling anything but innocent. Sarah could feel her arousal building again, her pussy throbbing, her clit aching, her nipples hardening. John didn't allow it to go further, rather he wanted to toy with her, to tease her, to make her beg for it.
"My turn" john murmured as he put the loofah into Sarah's hand and turned around, presenting his back to her. Sarah matched what he did, she washed every modicum of their previous encounter off his skin , her hands lingering on his muscled back, his tight ass, his thick thighs, making sure he was clean yet leaving him feeling anything but innocent. John let out a low groan as her hands moved lower, cupping his balls, giving them a gentle squeeze, making him semi-hard again.
"Fuck, Sarah," he growled, his voice laced with lust. "You're playing with fire, baby."
"Is that so, John?" she teased, her voice low and sultry. "Maybe I like playing with fire."
John growled, his hips flexing, pushing his cock into her hand. "You're playing a dangerous game, Sarah," he warned, his voice ragged with desire. "You know what happens when you play with fire, don't you?"
Sarah bit her lip, her pussy throbbing at his words. "I'm counting on it," she whispered, her hand pumping his cock, her thumb rubbing the pre-cum leaking from the tip. Suddenly she released him, turning off the water, and stepping out of the shower. John stood there, stunned, his cock throbbing, his body aching for release. She grabbed a towel, drying herself off quickly, then turned to him, her eyes hungry, her body ready.
"Where the fuck do you think you're going?" John growled, his voice deep and dangerous. Sarah looked back at him, a wicked grin on her face.
"To get breakfast," she replied, her voice sugar-sweet. "You coming?"
John let out a low chuckle, his eyes gleaming with lust. "Oh, I'm coming, alright," he muttered, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around his waist.
Sarah grinned, sauntering out of the bathroom, leaving wet footprints on the marble floor. John followed, his eyes glued to her ass, his cock tenting the towel.
He followed her out of the bathroom, his eyes never leaving her ass, her hips swaying seductively with each step. Sarah could feel his gaze on her, hot and intense, burning into her skin. She loved the way he looked at her, like she was the most desirable woman in the world.
Sarah made her way to John's suite case and began rummaging through it, searching for something to wear. John walked in behind her, his eyes never leaving her ass.
"what exactly do you think you're doing, Sarah?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous.
"Getting dressed," she replied, her voice sugar-sweet.
Sarah backed up, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel the heat emanating from John's body, his muscular arms caging her in, his musky scent filling her senses.
Sarah found a T-shirt
of his and slipped it over her head, her bare ass peeking through the bottom. She looked over her shoulder at John, her green eyes gleaming with mischief.
The shirt hung massive on her frame, stretching down to her mid-thigh, but it did nothing to hide her perfect tits, the hard nubs of her nipples pressing against the cotton fabric. Sarah turned to face him, a smirk on her lips, and John's eyes narrowed.
"Dirty girl," he murmured, his voice low and deep. "You're taunting me."
Sarah shrugged, her smirk growing. "You love it."
John's hands shot out, grabbing her hips and yanking her against him, his towel falling away as he did so. Sarah gasped as she felt him pressed against her belly, his thick cock twitching against her skin. John bent his head, nipping at her ear.
"Let's get you dressed, and then we can go get that breakfast." His tone was still rough, but his voice was now laced with a tenderness that melted Sarah's defenses. She felt safe with him, and that safety gave her the courage to take a risk. With John by her side, she could indulge in her wildest fantasies.
Sarah resumed her rummaging, this time pulling out a pair of his sweatpants, which she tugged on in a casual manner. They dwarfed her frame, even more than his T-shirt, yet her ass curves weren't concealed in the slightest. She peeked behind her, looking over her shoulder at him and caught the way his eyes hungrily watched her actions, like ravenous eyes inspecting a treat they could devour.
Sarah moved out of the way, allowing John access to his own suitcase now. He rummaged through it for a moment, finding in it a pair of grey sweatpants. Sarah admired John as he slipped them on, revealing a tight muscular core below his 6-pack abs that led to narrow hips, powerful thighs and strong calves. He was truly a statue of a Greek god, and she was his sex-crazed devotee.
"Like what you see?" He queried, cocky grin at the corner of his lips, hinting at the devilish nature hidden behind those blue eyes.
Sarah nodded, biting down hard on her bottom lip. She loved the way John looked at her, it made her feel desired, craved.
"Good," he growled, taking a step back to admire his handiwork.
He reached down, adjusting his sweatpants to accommodate for the growing bulge. Sarah's mouth went dry at the sight of it. She licked her lips, her throat bobbing with a swallow.
"What, no underwear?" she joked, looking down at his crotch which was rather obvious by now, the tent in his sweats.
"Nope," he said, simply, a hand finding her ass through her oversized clothes, squeezing for emphasis. "Doesn't look like you have any either."
She laughed, her nerves alight with anticipation. John began tearing through his suitcase looking for a suitable shirt - something roomy and comfy, his cock still half hard and throbbing against the fabric of his sweats as he moved.
As John pulled out a shirt, Sarah's eyes zeroed in on the bulge in his sweats. She couldn't help herself - she moved closer to him, her eyes never leaving his crotch. He smirked at her as she approached, not bothering to adjust himself. he asked, his voice dripping with a cocky confidence that Sarah found irresistible, "What do you think of this shirt, baby?"
She licked her lips, her gaze locked onto the bulge in his sweats. She could already imagine how he looked beneath the fabric - the thick, veiny shaft that pulsed with undeniable want, the swollen head that glistened with pre-cum, the heavy balls that looked full and ready to unload at any moment. She felt a throb of arousal between her legs, her pussy clenching hungrily at the thought of John filling her up again.
"I fucking love it," she breathed, her eyes trailing down to the thick, firm bulge tenting the front of his sweatpants - a bulge that spoke volumes about the state his body was currently in - hot, flushed, and primed for action.
John took her admiration in stride, his smile growing wider, bolder as he noticed the hungry look in her eyes. He wanted her, and he knew she wanted him too. So he moved closer, his body pressing against hers. He could feel her nipples, hard as pebbles, digging into his chest through the thin fabric of his too-large shirt. He could feel her pussy, hot and wet, against his thigh. He could feel her breath, shallow and uneven against his neck.
Sarah swallowed, fighting the urge to slip her hand directly into his pants and wrap her fingers around him to stroke him until he was hard and throbbing.
"Fuck, Sarah. You keep touching me like that and we won't be making it to breakfast," he grunted, his hand snaking around her waist, pulling her closer to him. Sarah gasped as she felt his hot breath against her ear, his teeth nipping at her earlobe.
"lets go get that breakfast, shall we?" he murmured, his voice low and throaty.
Sarah moaned as she felt his lips trailing down her neck, his hands roaming over her body, his touch leaving trails of fire on her skin. John turned for the door, his hand tightly clutching hers, and together they made their way down to the breakfast buffet. The tantalizing scents of sizzling bacon, freshly brewed coffee, and syrup-drenched pancakes washed over them as they stepped into the sunlit room.
The breakfast buffet was a lively affair, with others gathered around tables piled high with food and chattering away in animated conversation. Luckily, John's bulge had subsided slightly by the time they got there, yet Sarah couldn't help but steal glances at it while they filled their plates. He caught her and grinned mischievously, earning a playful slap on the arm.
Maneuvering through the crowd was an interesting feat for Sarah, who was still swimming in John's sweats and shirt, but she just smiled at those around her who couldn't help but stare at the sex goddess.
John's erection returned once more, growing strong as he saw Sarah's nipples pushing against the thin fabric of his shirt. They reached an empty table for two in the corner of the room.
As soon as they sat, Sarah slung her bare leg over John's lap, feeling the hardness nestled against her inner thigh.
The plates piled high with syrup-drenched pancakes and strips of sizzling bacon sat between them. The hunger for food that washed over the two of them the moment that the smell hit their noses was all consuming. John took the first bite of a plump, syrup dripping pancake, groaning his pleasure. Sarah took a mouthful of steaming coffee, swallowing it with an aching growl. The taste was like a burst of pure pleasure, the warm coffee coursing through her veins, her body responding instantly with an ache deep within her core.
Sarah couldn't wait any longer and slipped a piece of delicious bacon between her teeth, the salty goodness melting instantly in her mouth.
Soon enough all manners were thrown to the wind, the new objective: devour as much food as possible. They put down the utensils, rather choosing to ham fist pancakes and bacon into their mouths. The sugar and grease mixing with their saliva, creating the sweetest and fattiest desires. Cookies and pastries weren't much of an afterthought either - the crumbly, sugary delicacies added to their already escalating temptations.
John drank a full pitcher of orange juice, his eyes never leaving Sarah's form, admiring the way her lips wrapped neatly around a sticky cinnamon roll, the way she licked the sugar off her fingers, and the way she moaned softly with each bite. Their eyes locked for a few heated moments before Sarah's tongue darted out to lick a fat strand of icing off her finger seductively.
John groaned, his cock straining against the fabric of his sweats. Sarah smirked, clearly aware of the effect she was having on him. She leaned in closer to John, her tits brushing against his arm.
"My plate is empty ," she said, her voice sultry and low. "What do you think we should do about that?"
John raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Well, I could always feed you," he said, picking up a piece of bacon and dangling it tantalizingly in front of her lips.
Sarah opened her mouth, eagerly taking the bacon between her teeth. John's fingers lingered on her lips, brushing them softly before pulling away. Sarah moaned, her eyes locked on John's.
"I'm going back up," she said, her voice low and seductive.
John's eyes darkened at her words, a slow smirk spreading across his face.
"I'll join you," he said, his voice a low purr.
Sarah grinned, standing up and turning on her heel. She swayed her hips as she walked, knowing that John was watching her every move. She loved the way he looked at her, like she was the only woman in the world.
The two of them absolutely molested that poor buffet. One plate turned to two, two turned to three, three to five. Grease was smeared across their faces and hands, pure, sticky sugar coated their fingers. They fed each other as if their lives depended on it. John licked syrup off Sarah's fingertips, Sarah savored the salty tang of bacon on John's lips.
They were shameless, eating every single morsel present on the breakfast buffet - pancakes, bacon, eggs, hash browns, toast, muffins, croissants, pastries, fruit, and even desserts went straight into their ravenous mouths. The sugar rush was intense but welcome; the grease sticking to their lips and fingers was the perfect seasoning for what was to follow.
As breakfast wrapped up, Sarah leaned over to John, her tight curvy body wiggling against him. His response was immediate, his cock twitching against her leg. She looked up at him with a seductive grin and whispered, "I think we should continue this party upstairs."
John did not need any more enticing. They paid the bill and made their way up to the room. Sarah walked with a sway in her hips, and John followed closely behind, his eyes glued to her ass. She opened the door and sauntered in before he could even reach for his key card.
The hotel room was dimly lit and hushed, a stark contrast to the bright and lively breakfast buffet.
The scent of sugar, bacon and sweat lingered in the air, mingling together to create a unique aroma of pleasure and indulgence.
John kicked the door shut, his eyes locked on Sarah as she stood by the bed, her chest rising and falling rapidly with her heavy breathing. She looked like a goddess, her golden hair cascading down her shoulders, her green eyes shining with desire, her lips swollen from devouring their breakfast. Her curves were accentuated by the clothes she was wearing - his oversized sweats and shirt that could've covered two of her, yet showed more of her than it hid. John couldn't help but follow the path his sweatpants had taken down her thighs, revealing her toned legs, all the way to the hem that barely covered the delicious curves of her ass. He swallowed hard, trying to focus on anything else but the aching throb in his own pants.
John moved closer, unable to resist the magnetic pull that she seemed to hold over him. He joked, "who could've thought that fucking like it was our last day on earth would work up such an appetite?"
Sarah laughed, her green eyes twinkling with mischief. "It's your fault for being so insatiable, Mr. Greek God."
"I'm the insatiable one? babe, you're the one that begged for more, remember?" John shot back, a teasing smirk on his face.
Sarah stuck her tongue at him, "Don't get too full of yourself, Romeo."
As each moment passed John felt his sweats get tighter and tighter as his cock began to harden again, this time to full mast. Sarah couldn't help but notice how massive it looked behind the thin layer of fabric, she licked her lips at the sight and John's body tightened, sensing what was on her mind.
He couldn't help but stare at her, like a moth to a flame, his attraction to her growing, the heat emanating from her body like a siren's call to him. He wanted her again, and judging by the hungry look in her eyes, she wanted him too.
He closed the distance between them, the sweet scent of sweat and desire tickling his nose as they collided. He grabbed her waist, pulling her in close, losing himself in her delicious curves pressed against him. He could feel the heat emanating from her pussy, soaking into his sweats.
Sarah's hands were on his chest, her fingers tracing the contours of his sculpted abs, feeling them ripple under her touch. John groaned as her fingers brushed against his nipples, causing them to harden in response. She leaned in, her body pressing up against his, her tits flattened against his hard chest. Her lips found his, and she kissed him deeply, passionately. John's hands were on her ass, gripping it tightly as he ground himself against her, feeling her wet heat through the layers of fabric that separated them.
"so what will it be this morning: mercilessly pussy destroying or a sensual morning of love making?" John growled, his voice deep and husky with lust.
Sarah moaned, feeling his hips rocking against hers, his hard cock pressed against her clit. "A bit of both?" she suggested, her voice breathless.
John's eyes gleamed, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "You drive a hard bargain, miss."
John smirked, "and I am the insatiable one?" He asked, rhetorically.
Sarah grinned up at him, her eyes sparkling with excitement and mischief. "Maybe I just can't get enough of you."
John growled, his fingers digging into Sarah's hips as he ground himself against her once more, causing them both to moan with pleasure at the friction.
"You know, there's always room for breakfast dessert." John murmured, his lips brushing against Sarah's ear.
Sarah shivered at his words, her nipples tightening with desire as she nodded in agreement.
Sarah bit her lip, and John followed the gesture with his eyes, crashing into the chasm of desire once more.
"Let's take this slow," Sarah whispered, a coy smile gracing her lips as she played a slow hand down his chest.
"You break me in half and then you ask for slow," John groaned as he closed his eyes and leaned his head back, enjoying her touch.
John's sweatpants looked like they were about to burst. Sarah smirked, as her hand continued its adventure down John's gloriously sculpted eight-pack abs until it reached the bundle just below.
Her breath hitched at the size of him (he was genuinely a Greek God) and she squeezed him gently, pulling a moan from low in John's throat. She released him and he opened his eyes, the desire in them making her pussy clench.
"you know, I thought I would get used to the steel pipe in your pants by now," Sarah joked, her voice throaty and seductive.
John smiled, his eyes never leaving her body as he stroked himself through his sweatpants. "And thinking about you like that just seems to make it harder," he retorted, leaning back onto the bed, his body tensed and his cock throbbing.
Sarah felt a deeper craving in her core, her pussy wet at the thought of being filled by him. She stepped closer to him, her fingers lingering on the hem of his shirt,| her eyes locked on his swollen member.
She pulled the shirt up slowly, revealing inch after glorious inch of Sarah's toned stomach and John's hard abs. She tossed it aside, letting it land on the floor with a soft whoosh.
Sarah looked at him hungrily, her fingers tracing the lines of his muscles as she moved closer, her breasts pressing against his chest, covered by thin fabric. John's hands gripped Sarah's hips, pulling her against him. Their lips met in a hungry kiss, their tongues dancing together as their hands explored each other's bodies.
She couldn't help but stare at the huge, veiny cock that pulsed beneath the thin fabric of his sweats. It was almost obscene, like a freak of nature, but she couldn't deny the deep-rooted desire that stirred in her at the sight of it.
She slipped her hand inside his sweatpants, wrapping her fingers around him, feeling the hot, velvety skin of his cock against her palm.
She removed her hand from his pants, taking the time to admire the effect she had on him.
The thin fabric of his sweats barely contained him, swollen and flushed in its entirety. Sarah slipped her hand down the front of Sarah's own sweatpants, exploring the slick heat of her sex. Her fingers slipped between the lips of her pussy, finding it wet and swollen with desire.
Sarah couldn't help but gasp at the intrusion, her hips thrusting forward in search of more.
John watched her, his eyes dark with hunger and need as he took in the sight of her touching herself.
His rigid cock was pointing straight down, the veins pulsing with each throbbing beat of his heart.
It pushed on the pant leg, struggling to escape the confinement. The sweatpants looked more like a tease, than anything else.
Sarah pulled her hand from her sweatpants and licked her finger tips, enjoying the taste of her own arousal.
Sarah had an idea pop into her head.
She picked him up and tossed him on the bed. John yelped as he bounced on the mattress, laughing as she looked down at him.
"ohh, feeling dominant now, eh?"
She ran her tongue across his lips, tasting the morning coffee still lingering on his tongue.
"I am going to fuck you," she cooed, her nails digging into his chest.
He groaned as she straddled him, rubbing her pussy against the thin fabric of his sweats. He could feel the heat emanating from her sex. He could feel her wetness seeping through the fabric, coating his hard cock in her arousal.
He reached up, grabbing her breasts through her thin shirt, feeling the weight of them in his hands, feeling the hard pebbles of her nipples pressing into his palm through the fabric.
"you know I could fuck you like a ragdoll, don't you?" John asked, his tone low and dangerous.
Sarah shivered at his words, her pussy growing even wetter at the thought of being fucked mercilessly by him, but she wanted the control in this moment.
"I want you to lie back and watch as I take what I want from you," Sarah ordered, her tone firm and commanding.
Sarah smirked, feeling a surge of power and arousal as she watched the effect she had on him. She took her hands and grabbed both of his wrists, pinning him on the bed with her body as her weight settled on top of him. She could feel the hardness of his cock pressing against her clit, even through the layers of clothing, and her hips began to move in small circles as if she couldn't help herself.
John groaned, his body responding to her touch and movement instinctively. Sarah leaned in and pressed her lips to his again, letting her tongue dart out to taste the morning coffee still lingering on his tongue. Her hips moved faster as she felt his cock thickening further against her.
Sarah sat up, straddling him, and pulled her shirt over her head, revealing her naked breasts to John's hungry gaze.
"Fuck, you're beautiful," he growled, reaching up to cup her breasts. Sarah took one finger and pushed his hand back down before he was able to lay a finger on her, leaving him wanting for more. Instead, she ground herself onto him, his cock was trapped within his sweatpants and fully encased in her slick, wet heat. She bit her bottom lip, stifling a moan as she felt him twitch against her, the tip of his cock grazing her clit for just a brief second, sending sparks throughout her body.
Sarah revelled in the power he'd given her, in the full submission he'd displayed. She languidly grinded her hips, teasing them both with tantalizing strokes, feeling him growing even harder beneath her.
"Do you want me, John?" She asked as she held her hips moving in slow, lazy circles, grinding down against him with a soft sound of arousal.
She could feel it, throbbing between them, like a captive beast straining against its cage. She could hear the hitch in John's breathing, the slight tremble in his muscles as he struggled not to take control.
A cruel smile ghosted her lips as she teased them both.
"You want this?" Sarah asked, her voice a low purr as she brushed her clit over the swollen head of his cock, feeling him jerk in response.
"God, yes," John groaned, his hips thrusting upwards involuntarily in an attempt to bury himself inside of her.
Sarah withdrew before he could fully penetrate her, instead slipping lower on the bed and pulling his sweatpants off in one swift motion, freeing his massive cock at last. She leaned down, running her fingertips over the damp fabric that clung to his thighs, tracing the outline of his hardness.
John growled, his hands clenching at the sheets as he fought for control. "Yes, goddammit. I want you so fucking bad," he gritted out, hips lifting off the bed in an effort to get closer to her heat, to feel her slick pussy wrapped around him.
"Please, Sarah."
Sarah smirked at his plea, feeling her body grow even more aroused at the sound of his desperation. She ran her fingers over the length of his shaft, feeling the velvety smoothness of him, the heat radiating off him. She could feel him jerk in response to her touch, feel his muscles tense as he fought for restraint.
Sarah leaned in, her breath getting shallower as she put her lips to his, the taste of morning coffee still lingering on her tongue. Her body arched against his, her aching pussy grinding against his hard, throbbing cock, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck.
John groaned into her mouth. But Sarah wasn't content to just tease him like this – she wanted him to lose control, to feel as desperate and out of control as she did.
"You want me, John?" she asked playfully, her tone dripping with command and desire. She leaned down, her chest hovering just above him, one of her nipples brushing against his chest. "Yes, oh Yes, goddammit, yes," John moaned, unrestrained now as he reached for her, attempting to pull her down onto him, and push her breasts into his face.
Sarah pinned his hands down on the bed and shook her head. "Uhm uh, no you don't. Control yourself, you stubborn man," She said, her voice barely above a whisper. "This is my show."
John groaned again as she moved her hips, deliberately teasing him; her slick pussy lips rubbing the full length of his cock. Her tits dangled just above him, and John could feel the heat of her sex on his cock.
Sarah knew he could fuck her into oblivion, yet he surrendered himself with such patience.
Her heart swelled with love and lust for this Greek god of a man, who, instead of pouncing, let her be in control.
She moved down further, covering his body with hers, letting him feel her weight. Her nipples, already hard to the point of pain, rasped against his skin.
His arousal was evident from the protruding muscles in his torso, drenched with sweat, flushed as if burning uncontrollably at the sight of her. The immense power she had, she could feel it pulsating through him, throbbing and begging for a release.
She shifted her hips back down to his, rubbing her pussy again against his now extremely firm cock. A mixture of emotions washed up: lust, power, and excitement.
Sarah felt it all as she continued to grind herself against John's hard cock. However, she decided to take it up a notch.
Sarah stood on the bed, revealing her sublime form to John's enraptured gaze. Every inch of her was carved from marble. She was a vision of beauty, an instrument of John's avarice and desire.
John attempted to sit up, instinctually reaching towards her, but Sarah stopped him with a soft, seductive voice.
"No, I want to fuck you, John," she breathed, her voice dripping with desire.
John groaned, his cock throbbing and twitching at the sound of her wanton voice, his desperation building as his balls tightened, straining against the thin fabric of his pants.
"fuck, you're such a fucking tease," John said, the ache in his voice evident for all to hear.
Sarah grinned down at him, a wicked glint in her eyes as she slowly reached up and began to unbutton her own sweatpants. She swayed her hips in time with the movement of her fingers, her lips forming a wicked smile as she saw his eyes dart between her hands and the apex of her thighs. Sarah asked, her tone teasing and taunting.
John attempted to sit up again, but Sarah shook her head, pinning him back down with her foot on his chest, a fierce look in her eyes.
Sarah stepped out of her sweatpants, revealing the glory of her nude form.
Her curves shimmered in the dim light of the room, a goddess in front of her revering audience of one. John's breath hitched as he observed her impeccable body, an envious work of art left before him; her breasts perfect mountains of delicate white with rose-red nipples pointing firmly at him as if to call him to their invitation.
John's cock bucked like a junkyard dog
at the site of Sarah in all her naked glory, twitching and throbbing in his sweatpants, demanding attention, ready to burst.
Sarah stood before him, every inch of her long, shapely body exposed for his viewing pleasure. Her c-cup breasts glistened, their rosebud-colored nipples erect and pointing towards him. Her toned waist led down to an ass so round and juicy it would make a dish of roasted potatoes jealous.
John sunk his nails in the calf of the leg that had been crushing down on his chest, digging in hard enough to leave half-moon imprints, but not hard enough to pierce the skin or leave actual damage. His entire body tensed, he released a fierce and primal growl as his muscles flexed.
Sarah grinned down at him, her hand absentmindedly moving between her thighs, enjoying how aroused John was already becoming.
"tsk, tsk, Mr. Insatiable, I'm the one in control here." Sarah said, wagging her finger at John's throbbing cock, laughing at the absurdity of it all.
John couldn't help but laugh as well, his eyes never leaving her body as it writhed in front of him.
Sarah's body was a sight to behold: covered in a light sheen of sweat, her chest heaving with shallow breaths, her eyes shining with pure desire. Her breasts, now naked, stood plump and aching, her nipples rock hard, begging for attention.
She lowered her slick folds back down, covering his rock-hard shaft, feeling the heat of him against her aching bud, her swollen labia, her clenched channel.
She bit her bottom lip, moaning softly into his ear as she rubbed herself slowly against him, feeling the sweet, delicious pressure as her breasts rubbed against his muscular torso.
John groaned in response, wrapping his arms around her waist as she ground down on him, rubbing herself against his hard length.
She moaned softly into his ear as she felt the heat of her need spreading through her body like a wildfire.
Her pussy drenched him entirely with her juices, making his sweatpants cling to him like a second skin. Sarah felt him swell beneath her, his rock-hard shaft twitched between her slick folds.
Her hands explored his chest, her fingers tracing the lines of his sculpted abs, before moving downward to cup his bulge.
She squeezed him gently, feeling the heat and hardness of him beneath the thin fabric of his sweats. John groaned, his back arching as she massaged and kneaded him through the flimsy barrier.
"Like that do you?" Sarah asked as she looked up at him, a wicked grin spreading across her face.
John groaned, his eyes closed, his head thrown back as haunting pleasure coursed through him. "Fuck, you're killing me, babe. You have no idea what you do to me."
His cock jerked in her hand, swelling even more against the constricting fabric. Sarah felt her own arousal spike at the motion, and she let out a soft moan. She couldn't help it - she was so turned on by his need for her, by the way his body responded so fiercely to her touch.
Her hand moved lower, gently gripping him over the sweatpants, her fingers tracing the tip of his length where it peeked out, feeling the pre-cum beading on the head.
"I want to see you," she growled, pulling at the waistband with her other hand.
John did not hesitate - he lifted his hips so she could pull the sweats off, freeing his twitching cock to be admired in all its raw glory.
John's cock had been hard countless times before, but this one was different. His cock was hard to the point that it couldn't even throb. It stood like stone , a single drip of fluid collecting from the bulbous head and sliding slowly down the length of his meaty shaft. Sarah's mouth watered as she took in the sheer scale of him. She hadn't been with many men, but none of them had compared to John's monstrous cock.
Sarah tugged her husband's sweats all the way down, freeing his cock with a sigh of longing. She took a moment to admire his physique, his perfect muscles bulging as he shifted on the bed beneath her, making his abs ripple.
Sarah then walked her nails slowly up his legs, fingers crawling like spiders up his calves, past his hips, past his cock , until her fingers laced around his neck.
With a possessive grip, she positioned her body so that her pussy was grinding into his throbbing manhood.
"Don't tease me," he commanded.
"I'll do whatever the fuck I want," Sarah retorted, her voice dripping with desire. She took her hands and grabbed his pecs , squeezing and massaging them as she ground her pussy against his cock.
She lightly buried her nails in his chest muscles, a faint smile playing on her lips at the slight flinch from him as she dug in.
He groaned, his chest rumbling beneath her fingers as Sarah continued her slow assault on his senses.
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