Chapter Four – Jack
Chapter Four
Jack
Jamie was the next woman on my clockwise rotation through the room, sitting on a nearby chair.
I gave her the option of two condoms, and she snatched both of them up eagerly, tearing a wrapper open.
There was a tension coming off of her, a sudden wave of urgency—and I dared to start unfastening my belt at once.
Her hands found mine and urged me faster, making me push my jeans down, reaching for my cock, and expertly sliding the condom on.
She grabbed my cock and steered it for me, standing herself and turning around—I didn’t know where she was taking me, but after Tabby and Susan I wanted it—and I felt her whip the chair she’d been sitting in around.
The chairs were cushioned things, with an elaborate curve at the back to seem all the classier—Jamie’d realized she was the perfect height to fit herself and bent over, at the same time she pulled my cock toward her pussy.
I pulled back at the last second, afraid that we were moving too fast—but then I realized that’s what she wanted—the anonymity of a brutal lay.
It was always the quiet girls you had to watch out for.
I pushed myself in and felt her give for me, all of her tight pussy opening, and it was hard not to growl my triumph, after so many other activities tonight.
She was wet—I bet she’d been touching herself for, oh, fourteen minutes now, and if it was a hard fast fuck she wanted, then I was the man to give it to her.
I started plowing, in and out, using the back of the chair to pull her towards me.
She was limp over it, giving into whatever fantasies she dreamed.
Then her hands found purchase on the seat of the chair and she started arching back and my cock was pressing so deep inside her, I could feel all of her, each time I ground in and up and—I grabbed her ass, holding onto the beautiful flesh of it, making us both sway.
I kept up in even strokes, fucking her to the sound of the ticking clock, my hips a metronome.
She started to pant, I could tell she was trying to keep telling noises down, only allowing expression through breathing—but what breaths!
They started running in sync with my thrusts, and then went uneven, charging like a freight train, I was worried she’d go light headed and then pass out—but she leaned back so hard to take me and her knees started to shake.
If I’d known her, I’d have wrapped my hand in her hair and pulled, or slapped her hard on her ass once to knock the orgasm out of her, or told her to come with her name, but under the current circumstances, none of that was allowed, and so I had to wait and pray—and speed up—until my thrusts were as wild as her breathing, both of us lost in the moment, grasping for pleasure.
And then it hit like lightning. She buckled, toes almost off the ground, and I felt her pussy quiver and shake and then grab, hard. I pulled her hips to me and lost myself in her, feeling my own balls pulse and cum jet.
I spent a long panting moment there, reeling from my orgasm and her strong wave of life, until the bell rang and I had to move on.