Quickies

She groaned as he sucked the juices off her fingers and then kissed her again, a hard, almost violent thing, before turning and bending her over the table, shoving her skirt up to her waist. He filled his hands with the soft, round curve of her ass before pulling her panties down to her knees. She glanced over her shoulder at him, trembling,

feeling his fingers, rough and searching, finding the hole he wanted to fill, the one she knew he'd been dreaming about for months.

"Jason?" She whispered his name as he hesitated, his fingers moving in her wetness, teasing her hole, her clit, up and down, over and over. She didn't want him to stop-she didn't want to stop. She wanted this, wanted him, and nothing else mattered in that moment.

"Say it again." His fingers twisted and plunged into her, a prelude, and she gasped, arching her back.

"Jason!" She moaned, spreading her legs as far as the panties caught at her knees would allow.

"Yes." His wet finger slid out to rub her clit to aching and she felt his cock resting, throbbing with a gentle heat against the crack of her ass. "Tell me what you want."

"Oh… god!" His touch was firm and practiced, his fingers moving in confident circles, making her tremble. "Put it in, Jason…please! Fuck me!"

"Yes." He groaned the word, his fingers never moving from their torment as he slipped his cock down the wet crevice of her ass, seeking the soft heat of her pussy. His cock head found it all on its own, as if it already knew the way, spreading her lips, pressing into her core, seeking her deepest heat, her softest spot.

His hands moved to grip her ass, pulling her in harder, deeper, and she buried her face in her arms, biting her lip hard. The feel of him filling her to bursting made her hands curl into fists and her pussy clenched around him, gripping his length. His cock was as long and lean as he was, probing so far into her that it was almost painful and she shifted on the table, trying to accommodate him.

"You okay?" His hand pressed her lower back, her blouse pulled up out of her skirt and twisted to the side, her skin exposed to him.

She nodded, gasping, glancing back over her shoulder at him. "Never better."

He chuckled, sliding the length slowly out and pressing back in, wetly easier this time. She moaned when he sank in again and they began, his strokes long and smooth, easing her open a little at a time. Her fingers sought the prominent bud of her clit, wet already and sensitive to her touch as she started to rub it back and forth.

"Harder," she whispered, her cheek pressed against the table as they rocked.

"Oh baby, please…" He obliged, grabbing her hips and giving her shorter, harder strokes, his hands squeezing her hips and pulling them in, using her body as leverage.

She teased her clit faster, her breath coming harder as he fucked her. The anticipation of today, of this moment, had built to a frenzy long before she even walked through his door today and she couldn't hold onto it anymore.

"Oh Jason, make me come!" She shivered and arched against him, her whole body trembling with her orgasm, her eyes fluttering closed in pleasure. The rhythmic squeeze of her cunt made him slow, groaning softly as she came around his cock, her hand reaching back for something to hold onto, as if she might float away on the sensation. She grasped his wrist, pulling, twisting her body as she shuddered against him, her breath coming in fast, harsh gasps.

"Oh jeez, girl…" His hands moved in her hair, using it to pull her up to standing and kiss her, his cock sliding out of her, throbbing and slick. "You come so good."

"Your fault," she panted, licking her lips and looking back at him through dazed, half-closed eyes.

"I'll take full responsibility." His grin twisted to a grimace as she reached back and squeezed his wet cock in her hand, turning and sinking to her knees in front of him. She slid her mouth around the head, leaning a little to capture his left-leaning angle with her tongue and pull him straight down into her throat. He was too tall for her to get as much of him as she wanted and she pressed him back into a chair with eager hands. His body collapsed into it and she used her hands on his thighs to steady herself as she sucked him, her eager impatience eventually backing the rolling chair against the far wall.

Jason stretched his long legs out on either side of her, his head lolling back as she worked his cock. She paid no attention to his response-it was a thoroughly selfish suck as she fed her own oral fixation, teasing her tongue with the fat ridge of the tip, making herself gag on his length as she tested to see how much of him she could take.

She had spent too much time dreaming about what it might be like to have him in her mouth to not completely absorb herself in the task now. Her fingers slipped down between her thighs, rubbing her aching clit again as she sucked him-she couldn't help it.

"Hey, hey!" Jason pulled her gently off with a groan. "Easy, or you're gonna have to swallow…"