On a Cold Evening

Part Three

Dare continued to move in and out, groaning softly as his dick stirred again. Her wetness coating his entire length as he pushed deeper into her. He pressed her head down against the bed and pounded into her even harder as his dick hardened further. Her pussy felt too good. Warm, tight and slippery, and he wantged to be buried balls deep inside her. He had shifted her panties to the side before, but now he didn't want any obstructions, and in one fluid motion, he tore the tiny piece of material off her. Drea moaned loudly, his dominance forcing more moisture from her depths. She found his masculinity hot as fuck!

"Yes...just like that," She groaned as she felt a sharp sting against her ass. He spanked her again, this time harder than the last. Andrea screamed even louder as her pussy clenched around his length, the involuntary action causing Dare to roar as he thrust even harder and deeper.

"I'm cumming," Drea cried as her eyes rolled back into her head. Her mouth was open, but not a sound made it out as Dare's thrusts stole the very breath out of her lungs. Her pussy spasmed repeatedly, oozing even more moisture and cream, the perfect vanilla icecream sundae for Dare's thick long chocolate.

With one final thrust, Dare erupted again, breathing harshly as stars danced before his eyes. She threw her ass back, whimpering sadly as he made a move to pull out. She grind against him, hoping she could stir him into ravaging her folds again.

"You, nympho," He said, chuckling as he pulled out of her pussy, evidence of his invasion slowly dripping out of her. Drea smiled at him, satisfaction written all over her face. She laid on the bed with her arms spread wide and her legs open for him. She was drained, but her pussy throbbed with need. She needed this hunk of a man to pound her aggressively all through the night till she couldn't walk straight.

"You know you want it too" She replied, licking her lips as she watched him walk to the bathroom. He replied with fading laughter, his steps imitating that of a warrior. Only a man aware of his conquests walked with so much arrogance. He had a broad back, a slim waist and a toned butt. She remembered digging her nails into them as he brutalized her pussy.

Andrea made her way to the bathroom and groaned in pleasure as she peed. That was easily one of the ways she could tell that she had been thoroughly fucked. That tingle in her most sensitive tissues as she emptied her bladder made her moan gently. After cleaning up, they both made their way downstair to get something to eat.

The vigorous exercise had drained them both. Unfortunately, Dare was the typical bachelor and there was naught but a can of Desperado, a few bottles of water and an opened box of Hobbnobs in his double-doored fridge. They had completely lost track of time as they fucked, and a quick glance at her phone showed that it was a few minutes past eleven...too late to find anything decent to eat outside.

After a few nibbles of biscuit, and some water, they headed for the bedroom and fell into an exhausted slumber, the lull of the wine finally taking effect. Drea woke up to soft kisses on the side of her neck, with a hand squeezing her left breast. Dare was pressed against her back, leaving not even an inch of space between them.

As she slowly came to, she felt her body stir with pleasure as she felt the evidence of his desire pressing against her butt, grinding rhythmically. She threw her ass back, rubbing against him gently, and he responded with a throaty groan.

His hand slipped between her thighs, and he stroked in a gentle clockwise motion. They were completely enveloped by darkness and naked under the duvet, clothes long since forgotten in the throes of passion. Her ou's and ah's echoed in the large room. She ddin't care what time it was, and didn't have a care for whoever heard.

Before the sun shone over the horizon the next day, Drea had had her legs hung from almost all the corners in Dare's room. Even the balcony had not been spared, as he had taken her from behind as she held the railing for support. There was just something slutty about having your insides passionately abused and ravaged under the moon.

"Hey sleepy head," Dare whispered as Andrea stirred. "Good morning," She replied with a smile, and they stared at eachother, laughing softly. No words needed to be said, the message was clear. They were both satisfied.

Drea groaned as she rubbed her thighs together. Her pussy was deliciously sore. You know, that kind of feeling you get from itching a mosquito bite. Her vulva was swollen, and any attempt to plunder their depths any further may just land her in the hospital.

After a quick shower, Drea got dressed as Dare prepared to drop her off at home. The ride back was chatty as they discussed the wicked antics of the night before. With a promise to keep in touch, the handsome hunk from the night before dropped her off, and she couldn't help but smile as each step up the stairs reminded her of how miraculously flexible she had been only a few short hours before. If only she was half as flexible out of the bedroom, she may have competed in the olympics.

After a bowl of cereal, Drea prepared for school. Within an hour, she was dressed, made up and ready. She set her location to Lagos Business School, Lekki, and confirmed her ride on the bolt app.