Staying With Her

Chapter THREE

Stumbling into his apartment, he knocked into the side table. He was drunk and was getting old. With each movement, there was the creak of old bones. At his age life has stopped giving and only took away.

Walking into the kitchen, he cussed and grabbed himself a bottle of water from the fridge. Opening it and savoring its freshness, he walked back into the living room. He hunched over in his lounge chair, staring at the black screen mounted to the brick industrial wall. He did good. The apartment gave him hope. Its vibrancy had him feeling young again. When he had bought his first place.

The house was quiet. Just the way he liked it. After devouring the young woman in the back of his car, he bid her goodnight and made his way home. She made him feel wild. Like a powerful man again. It's been three weeks since he'd gotten laid. And when he had gotten the taste of a young p***y, he couldn't stop lapping up everything she had to offer.

His c**k stirred inside his pants. He was hard again. Groaning, he knew he should've brought her home. That way, she could've helped him with his blue balls for the entire night. After all, it was her birthday. It would've been the best of the best. God! He needed a release. He could still feel her soft tender skin against his. His c**k stiffening inside her as he filled the condom.

Finally, he went into his room, "Back to jacking off it is," He grumbled under his breath.

The room was dark. As most of the items in the room. His duvet, curtains, and pillows were all black. It was his favorite color. Stripping from his clothing, he stepped into the warmth of his bed. Getting comfortable on his back, he closed his eyes whilst his hand drifted down south. His hand engulfed his pulsing c**k. What should he imagine? The blonde beneath him or the magnificent triplets? Either way, he was going to come soon.

His hand stroked his c**k. Yet, it wasn't enough. He needed a p***y. Just then, an arm wrapped around his torso. He stilled. Hand in underwear and c**k in hand. What the f**k? He thought, turning his head to the side, all he saw was black. Maybe he's imagining it. Maybe the feeling of arousal for a woman had him becoming delusional. However, the faint smell of lavender clouded his nostrils.

He'd been sniffing a woman's perfume all night. It must've been the cocktail. Moving his hand once more, the arm around his torso tightened. That surely grasped his attention as his eyes shot wide open and jumped up. Reaching for the bedside lamp, he switched it on. There she was. A woman, in his bed, raven hair and soft skin. Had his prayers been answered? Was she really here? His c**k had been through a lot of struggling. It was ready to burst.

Her fingertips were electric, they must be, for wherever they touched his skin, it tingled in a frenzy of static. Out of pure lust, he moved over the woman and buried his head into her neck. His right hand dropped to her waist, noticing the lack of clothing. His fingers stroked the skin whilst he nibbled on her neck, marking his release. The woman beneath him stirred in her sleep. Awoken by a man's feathery kisses and electric touch.

Her hands moved up and brought his lips to hers. His mouth let out a moan in ecstasy as the kiss grew hungry, urging and demanding. His hand traveled downward, reaching her lace cladded p***y. Oh, how he'd love to eat her out. And that's what he did. He broke the kiss and went down on her. Kissing his way between her parted thighs, he ripped off the lace before bringing it to his nose. It smelt young, sweet and innocent.

He got to her cunt and give it one slow lick with his tongue. Her moans were exquisite, and he gave her another seductively long, slow lick. Lick after lick had her growing wetter and her moans went on and on. He slipped in a quick stab of the tip of his tongue to the hood covering her c**t. She jerked with the action, and he went back to the wide licks. He ate her like a starving man.

Gently, he sucked her lips into his mouth and ran his tongue through the deep folds. She gripped onto his hair. He continued his torture until he heard a high pitch begin to fill her constant moan. Soon enough she released a stream of hot cream. He lapped them up, thirsty and greedily. He kissed his way up her stomach, grabbing one breast into his mouth. He nipped, gripped and sucked, hardening them.

Moving his hand down, he circled her sensitive c**t with his finger. She moaned louder and gripped onto the sheets. He then moved his finger inside, feeling her walls clench around his finger. f**k! She was tight. He wiggled his finger, finding the spongy spot at the top, and give it a good push, making her scream.

"Oh, God!"

Smirking, he pulled his fingers out, licking her sweetness that coated his fingers. Her hands grabbed his face, inching it closer for a kiss. Her hands clawed at his back, trying to control her hormones. When she thought he'd given her enough, he tugged down his underwear and wordlessly with one hard thrust pushed his pulsating c**k into her tight mound.

"f**k!" He growled, gripping onto her hips.

He moved his massive c**k that filled her entirely almost all the way out, then slowly pushed it back in. When he pierced her, she cried out. He thrusted her deeply, she wrapped her legs around him, desperate for him to go deeper. Her fingernails dug into his back as he filled her. She arched up as he pulled her right n****e into his mouth, pressing his teeth against it. She cried out as he released her with an audible pop whilst he thrusted her deeply.

He hadn't had this kind of arousal before. The energy that he had was beyond expectations. He was rough, f*****g her with need and possessiveness. A moment after, he felt her shuddering, moving his hand towards her c**t, he rubbed her until she cried out. Clenching around him, she felt her release. He tore into her, firmly as she rode her orgasm. He was trembling as he released a sound mixed between a growl and groan. Hot salty liquid poured into her while his hips stilled.

Breathing heavily, he clasped on top of the woman. Heavy or not, he had to catch his breath. He hadn't released that many in years. Even blonde Cheryl had only pulled out a small portion of his sperm. Pulling out, he fell onto the mattress beside her, pulling her in for a long passionate kiss. Her lips felt soft and her tongue had his semi-erect c**k stirring again.

"Oh, baby..." He breathed before pulling her firmly against his chest and fell into a deep slumber.