Tighter (18+)

Dinner for Four

They both went to the dining area. Erick prepared some pasta while Yvonne prepared the dining table.

"Where are the wine glasses?" Yvonne asked.

"On the top shelf over there!" Erick replied, pointing to the cupboard.

Yvonne approached the cupboard.

Waiting for the water to boil, though, Erick couldn't take his eyes off of her when she revealed more of her body as she reached the upper shelf for the glasses.

"Stop standing on your toes!" Erick mumbled.

"Why?" Yvonne mumbled back, still looking at the shelf, looking for the glass.

"You are exposing yourself!" Erick answered.

Yvonne's hands reached up, "Wait! Just a moment! I need that ...!" she mumbled.

"Damn!" Erick grunted. Without word, he darted toward her, grabbed her by the hip and dragged toward the kitchen island.

Yvonne yelped as she swayed from the cupboard and pushed at the cold marble. Before she knew what happened, she felt her upper back get pushed down. Her torso slammed against the cold stone and got pinned there by a strong hand.

"Erick ...!" She cried, confused, "What are you ...!" Her voice ended in a moan when she felt a blunt, hard, warm object barging into her aching love tunnel.

Holding her by her hips, Erick rammed her like crazy.

"Erick...! Argggh ...!" Yvonne protested, although she didn't want him to stop.

"You want this! Don't you!" Erick yelled at her with gritted teeth.

"Yes!"

"What did you say...?"

"Yes ...!" followed with a moan.

"I can't hear you ...!"

Yvonne shuddered and writhed before screaming, "Yes ...! I want it!"

"Good!" Erick exclaimed, then increased his force in battering her.

Yvonne writhed and whined and groaned. Her body spasmed and shivered. Her pounding ram stimulated the entire inner wall of her love tunnel. She felt her storm rush in, but she held her storm gate as strong as she might, waiting for his command to release it.

Erick didn't say anything. He just grunted and slammed her forcefully. He grunted as he felt her muscle grip and knead his rod, creating friction as it tried to grab the maximum ecstasy out of his moves.

"Erick ..."

Erick just kept on ramming.

"Erick ...!"

No reply from him.

Yvonne moaned. "Erick ...!" she called again, weakly yet full of desperation.

"Yes ...?" Finally he responded.

"Can I come ...!" She begged. Her body ached, her muscles cramped, "Please ...?"

Erick thrust forcefully, jerking her body upward. Then he fell on her back, pushing her down and pinning her to the table. Then, in one quick motion, he slipped his hands under hers and pushed her toward him over her shoulders as he himself jerked forcefully toward her.

Yvonne squealed and jerked as she felt the twinge when the top of his rod hit the very deep end of her love tunnel.

Erick stopped moving, keeping his baton solely buried inside her. "You like that?" he whispered in her ear, then kissed her neck.