run of the mill.

22nd

Beyonce pulled pens from her hair one by one until it was lying loosely on her back and shoulders. She ran her fingers through it and put her foot on the bed to take off the damned stockings that were irritating the fuck out of her. She slid one down her leg and turned to drop it in her shoe when she heard him.
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"Come're," he said barely loud enough for the words to escape his hands. When she had turned around and paces to him, Shawn moved his hands and looked up at her deeply.
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"Shawn, I," she started but couldn't get it all the way out without gulping. "I'm so sorry."
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He said nothing but she knew he understood. Shawn's hands reached for her and she walked into the space between his legs. His big hands rubbed her hips and somewhere behind her she heard someone walking down the hall. Shawn rubbed down the sides of her thighs to the back of her calves up back up the front of her shins. His eyes followed his hands with great interest as he pushed them up her dress. Shawn must have felt the difference in the texture of her legs and he aided her in removing the other stocking.
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His fingers slid inside the wax grip and he folded it down, sliding the material down her slender leg. One of his hands cupped underneath her thigh, just above her knee and lifted her leg as he pulled the material from her foot. "I can do that," she breathed. She didn't want him touching her... she couldn't handle it.
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Shawn didn't look at her; instead he tugged at one of the strings that held her dress together. "I know, but that doesn't mean I can't."
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Beyonce watched him undo the dress slowly and open it to himself. She wore nothing that was considered sexy by anyone's standards; a simple black bra and panties without any lace or frilly attachments.
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Shawn pushed the material of her dress aside and rested his hands on her skin, feeling her warm body underneath his palms. He pushed his forehead against her stomach and closed his eyes. It was all he could manage to do with that mere second. He hadn't the slightest clue what he wanted from her at that moment and at the same time his own hands were making it perfectly clear what he had in mind. But then, he didn't really want that per say, he simply wanted the pain to go away.
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Was he hoping in the back of his mind that lying with her would help him to forget about his loss or lessen his pain? Shawn admitted that he didn't know the answer to that but he was going to find out.
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Beyonce could hear his mind clicking away at answers to all his inner questions. She said nothing, just let him have his moment. And when she heard him sigh again as though he had made up his mind, Beyonce put her hand on his head, letting him know that she supported whatever it was he wished to do. That was, after all, what she was here for. That why she was in Texas, to support him and all his decisions and aid him with all his problems.
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Shawn pushed her dress off her shoulders and was secretly pleased with that fact that she didn't even attempt to hide her beautiful frame from him. He looked over her wonderful body appreciatively. The black [[[[underwear]]]] she wore made a noticeable contrast to her smooth latte skin and challenged his eyes to look away. She had a tiny waist in comparison to the defined hips that held her panties securely on her body. The hourglass that led up to her wonderful breasts made time the last thing on anyone's mind.
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Shawn said nothing as he watched her reach behind herself and unclip her bra. She let it fall down her arms and then dropped it to the floor. She never hid or flinched or even smiled for that matter. Her eyes remained trained on his the entire time until his orbs fluttered to her chest. Beyonce's nipples were hard due to a number of different elements. One was the temperature of the room around her. She wasn't sure that one was as great a factor as the second reason was. Shawn's focused gaze on her body might have had something to do with the tingling at the peaks. But she did not hide that from him. Instead, she embraced it in hopes that he would see how much she was willing to do to make him feel better and forget his problems.
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Beyonce furthered her actions by running her hands into her underwear and pushing them down her legs. She shimmed the material away from her thighs and let them fall at a heap at her feet. She kicked them away from her body.
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There, she thought, I'm ready.
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Shawn's eyes looked at the box presented to him for the taking. Of course she wouldn't deny him. And he was grateful for that too.
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Lifting a hand, Shawn caught one of her thighs in a cup and pulled it to him. Hi pushed his head against her again with the intent to ease his mind. It only made him even more aware of the fact that he wanted her more than he wanted anything right then. And she was willing. She was wanting to be with him just as he wanted to be with her. He could feel her abdomen flexing and relaxing against his forehead as she withered and fought to control herself. He could feel her intentions all over her stomach, tiny peaks where her skin had chilled and her flesh crawled with... the same thing his crawled with.
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But his mind wouldn't allow him to focus. He was much too busy thinking about the events that characterized the start of his day, the funeral. He should not have wanted anyone the way he wanted Beyonce right then. He should not want anything the way he wanted her right then. He should be sitting and wondering how he would be able to get through such a loss. He should have been reminiscing on what a wonderful woman his aunt was. There was no place in his grieving process for the carnal pleasures of a woman. He should have been ashamed of himself. Not to mention all the family that was in the house at the time. He had brothers and a sister in desperate times of need. He should have been with them.
But with all those things on his mind, he remained where he was and ready to do what he was about to do.
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Shawn suddenly stood to his feet. His eyes diverted but still showing Beyonce the frustrating manner of his thoughts. He looked disturbed to his very core and it upset her also.
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Shawn pulled his necktie until the thinner strand popped through the loop and came off. He undid his top button and yanked the two sides apart so roughly the second button went flying. Beyonce took a step back for some reason that was unknown to her. She was positive that Shawn would never hurt her intentionally or if he was too upset. But the fire in his eyes as he advanced on her made her shy away. He had never looked at her like that before. It was very new, very suddenly, very... arousing.
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But she said nothing. When she could break her eyes away from his she saw him rip at his own attire since she was already bare for him. She observed his hand go to his buckle and she could have watched him unsheathe himself had he not used his free hand to grab her chin in his thump and pointer finger. Shawn raised her face to his and kissed her roughly. His tongue waited for no invitation; it simply plowed into her mouth suddenly and without mercy for her poor tongue, which got in its way.
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Beyonce let out a small whimper of surprise and put her arms around his neck. She tried to keep up with his lips but he seemed to insist on leaving her behind. Actually, it seemed like his mouth followed his mind and every time he had a different thought, his lips would do a different thing. And Beyonce, bless her heart, was no mind reader.
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Shawn's tongue speared her mouth yet again and she was yanked back from her thoughts with the urgent pulsing in her body. It radiated outward from her groin and stretched to her fingers and toes until she brought her leg up to caress his for some sort of liberation. But feeling his throbbing member through the pants did absolutely nothing but send another shock through her. Shawn's hand cupped her ass and she moaned into his mouth, wanting him in a way that was totally inappropriate for the dirtiest of books.
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Shawn sat her on the dresser and allowed her to wrap both her legs around him. His lips broke the spellbinding kiss to find one of her nipples effortlessly. Shawn rolled his wet tongue around the sensitive bud until it was reaching out to his mouth. His fat muscle flattened and he flicked it for all it was worth until Beyonce was panting above him. He repeated the same smooth movements with the other nipple until Beyonce was leaned against the mirror atop the dresser with her eyes tightly closed and her mouth wide open. Shawn made love to her breasts and Beyonce was humping the very desk she sat on with appreciation as she pooled between her legs.
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When Shawn took the rosy brown peak into his mouth and suckled it like an infant, Beyonce arched her back and mumbled something that sounded like his name and a curse word. He sunk his teeth ever so slightly into the flesh and tugged until Beyonce gushed again and let her hand snap to the back of his head. "Ssssss," was all she said. Shawn, not satisfied with suck a quiet response, put a hand behind her back and switched breasts. With this one, he let his mouth deviate from its original course. Shawn's plump tongue licked all over his breasts, sucking and drawing up red spots just around the aureole, taunting the tight nipple at the center of all of that action until he finally took it between his lips again. And that time he could the response he wanted. Beyonce gasped and slapped her other hand onto his head, holding him perfectly steady while she enjoyed his wet mouth.
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Shawn stood straight and kissed her with the same tongue that had just brought her that pleasure and Beyonce took it greedily, wanting her mouth to experience what her breasts had. But her pussy was still grinding into the air, impatiently waiting to be touched like everything else had. And Shawn took note and pitied the pretty pussy. His hand reached between them and he used his thumb to push softly on the tiny bud hidden underneath its covers.
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She arched to him, trying to push more of her body into his hands. Shawn was in control though, and he made it known by blatantly removing his thumb when she persisted. Beyonce whined and remained still. With a smile, Shawn spread her lips and pushed two fingers into her body. Beyonce did cry out then, quietly and as softly as she could. Her pussy clenched his fingers for all they were worth and used them to its own advantage. Shawn used his thumb again to rub circles over the nub once again while his fingers moved in and out of her body.
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Beyonce's hands clung to him as her body formed liquids all over his hand. Her eyes remained closed and her need remained unmerciful. She had no idea where he got the condom that he was ripping open with his mouth but she was more than glad that he had it. When his mouth was free again she dragged his face down and clamped her mouth over his, wanting to feel his soft wet tongue against hers again. She toyed with the muscle until it was giving her mouth just as much delight as his hand was giving her labia.
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And when that hand was gone, Beyonce was ready to inquire as to why. She pulled away and had her head cupped and her lips brought back to his while she was plunged into by Shawn. She attempted to yell out but his mouth was in her way and he swallowed the noise down. He remained still as her wetness clamped down on his hard dick while she came, spiraling up towards the sky. Her toes curled and her fingernails made welts in his back. Her mouth tried over and over to give away they naughty secret until Shawn had to put a cupped hand over her mouth.
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"This," he said as he drew out and impaled her roughly again. She whaled under his hand and her eyes watered over. She was not finished cumming and the feeling was intensified by a thousand. His hand reached down and toyed with the little peak again. "This is why you're here."
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Beyonce barely heard him. She was dizzy and almost blinded by her orgasm that was still well under way thanks to Shawn's impatience and stiff dick.
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Shawn pulled out again and jammed himself into her so hard things began to fall over on his desk. Neither of them noticed. "To fuck me," he hissed in whispers as he pushed harder on the nub and let his stroked be quicker in repetition. "So take it." Shawn began villainess strokes that threatened to either bring her to an orgasm she had never thought possible, or tear something valuable in there. One of the two was about to happen because he couldn't have stopped himself if he wanted to.
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Beyonce screamed into his palm. Her hands pulled and pushed at his white shirt while she tried to tell him that she was losing her mind. Underneath his hand she tried to warn him that her body was reaching its limit and she, bless, her heart, was getting ready to come again. She needed him to slow down; to wait until her body could handle another orgasm. She needed to let the feeling come back into her pussy completely before she could have another. She needed him to slow down and she tried to tell him. She tried to warn him that she was nearing her end. Her hands clawed at him, popping buttons on his shirt and ripping the wife beater he wore underneath his dress shirt. She got downright animalistic as his thrusts became more and more urgent. Her legs wrapped around his waist and her body humped with his for all she was worth.
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"This is what you wanted," he said, leaning into her and growling into her ear. He sounded like some sort of animal himself. "This is why you stood there and took off ya clothes. So I would fuck you like this!"
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Shawn removed himself from her and she slid off the dresser. He grabbed her up quickly and flung her naked body around while she moaned absently. Shawn put a hand at the small of her back and before she even got her footing correct, he stabbed into her again, filling her completely. And it happened. Her back arched and her toes curled. Somewhere around her she heard him telling her that this is what she wanted. Her lips parted and yell shook the glass she was pushed against. She came again and slumped on the dresser, feeling herself get dizzy.
Behind her she felt Shawn thrust into her one more time before he came and slumped onto her back.
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She didn't know what happened next. She passed out.