Hot Rival ( jenlisa ) ( Gip )

9

Lisa

I know I shouldn't be doing this. I'm not an idiot. I had resolved myself to staying away from her. To be a professional. But Jennie's words against my lips make my entire body ache. And I do mean my entire body. Every part of me wants to consume her and be consumed by her.

There's something intoxicating about her — about her scent, about her warmth, about her curvy body in my arms, about her breath in my mouth. It's like when you're out drinking with friends and you know you should call it a night and go home and then someone breaks out the tequila shots.

Jennie is my tequila shot, and I want to get fucking hammered on her.

I let my lips trail along her soft jaw. I can already feel her trembling in my arms, but I keep her pressed up against the door of the bathroom.

Her breath comes in short sharp pants, her chest heaving, as I kiss my way down her neck and then linger over her ample cleavage. Fuck, she has an amazing rack. I wouldn't say I'm exclusively a breast woman — all women have something special about them, whether it's tits or ass or a smile that cuts you off at the knees — but Jennie is the complete package. Full breasts, curvy ass, narrow waist, soft lips, sparkling eyes — and best of all, a brain that's probably bigger than mine. And that's one area I've never minded being bested by a woman.

"My cock is so hard for you right now," I tell her, making her moan again. The soft little sounds that come from between her lips only make me even harder. My dick is aching for her, and my balls churn painfully inside my jeans. I could explode right now, if I let myself.

"I want you inside me," she murmurs, and if I wasn't ready to come before, I sure as fuck am now. Her voice is as sweet as candy, but her words set me on fire.

"This way," I tell her. I steer her body towards the sink. She moves willingly, soft and pliable under my hands. I put my hand on her upper back and bend her over, so that she's leaning over the sink counter. The sight of her in that position makes me groan.

I shove the purple skirt of her dress up, finally getting a glimpse of the globes of her ass, the same ones I'd been fondling earlier. Her skin is creamy and white, her cheeks split by a lacy black thong. If we were in my bed, I would take my time, peeling her panties off with my teeth and teasing her every step of the way, but there isn't time for that now.

Instead I push aside the panties and rub my fingers against her glistening lips. She's soaked as hell, and I can smell the arousal coming off her in sweet perfumed waves.

I'm already undoing my pants, unleashing my thick heavy cock. It jumps towards her immediately, like a homing missile. I grab the shaft in my hand, stroking my length a couple of times and spreading the beads of precum along the head. With my other hand I reach into my pocket and pull out a foil packet. Like a good Boy Scout, I'm always prepared.

I let go of Jennie just long enough to sheath myself, then I put one hand against her hips to hold her in place. I move my cock against her, seeking out her entrance, and she shimmies her ass back against me.

"Please, Lisa," she whimpers.

I can't let her off that easily, even though I'm dying to just sink right into her. Instead I rub the purple head of my cock against her lips so that I'm coated with her juices. She's so wet that she's practically dripping, making a sensual sticky mess between her legs. I wish again that I could take my time with her and lap at her pussy while she pulled my hair, the way I had that first night.

She moves her ass back again, trying to find me, to get some relief for the ache she must be feeling inside her pussy.

"Tell me what you want, Jennie," I say.