‘OK.’ I opened my eyes. I didn’t have words for what I saw….that’s no good for you is it? 

I registered the mind-blowing possibilities as I took her in. She was kneeling on the bed, presenting me her dripping pussy. She was on all fours, her ass pushed high in the air. 

What choice did I have but to move in behind her? Tell me you’d have done anything different and I’d laugh in your face.

Covering the short distance between us I reached out and placed a hand on each buttock and began to massage them. I was close enough to her that the dildo strapped to me was pressed between us, trapped. I moved my hips slightly and it caused the hard length to rub up against her wet slit. It didn’t penetrate, just slid between her folds. After a moment she groaned and pressed back against me. Hard. It put immediate pressure on my clit and I knew I needed more.

She moaned again as I pulled back slightly, breaking contact. It was only for a moment. Taking one hand off her ass I guided the thick cock to her entrance. I let it sit there pressing lightly for a moment, teasing her. Without warning I thrust my hips forward with force, as I embedded the full length inside. 

‘Arrrgghh, Spencer,’ she screamed into the pillow. The force of my entry had tilted her forward burying her face. 

I paused for almost a minute, letting her adjust the the thick girth. I only began to move again as I felt her pushing back against me, trying to take more in. I placed my hands on her hips to hold her still.

‘Wait,’ I whispered to her. Her movements stilled.

I slowly began to move, beginning with the smallest motion. I was gradually pulling out of her. First I pulled out an inch before thrusting back in slowly but firmly. Then two inches before again entering her. Then three, four until I had pulled out the full eight inches. I now began to enter fully, gradually increasing my pace until I was riding her hard. She was pushing back, meeting my every stroke. At every thrust she cried out her pleasure.

‘..Spencer,’ she panted, her breathing erratic. ‘ That thing….now…. would be a good time,’ she finished moaning loudly and driving herself hard back into me. Any moment she’d be coming for me. 

It took a moment for her words to register and another moment to comprehend their meaning. 

Oh!

I knew what she wanted. The thought turned me beyond belief. I knew I was so close, I would be hard pushed to hold back and still give what she needed. My hands were currently resting on her hips pulling her hard into me, increasing the force of my penetration. She was slick with her juices. I moved my hand and ran my thumb up between her buttocks, liberally spreading the fluid. I placed my fingertip against her tight hole and applied a light pressure. 

‘Spencer,’ she growled as her hips bucked. 

Without further thought I obeyed her unspoken command and increased the pressure and my finger slowly slid in up to the first knuckle. It was gripped tightly, then swallowed completely as she drove back against me. Her orgasm hit and I felt muscles contracting as she bucked and thrust against me. It was too much and I fell into my orgasm seconds behind hers. I continued pumping into her as our cum flowed together and our sweat soaked bodies met. Time stopped as we revelled in the intense sensations we had created. It took long minutes for our bodies to release the last of our climax.

As sleep claimed our exhausted selves I thought I caught the scent that was now my drug.

Ashley.
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I watched her face as she read it. Even I wasn’t prepared for the reaction from Kate. 

‘Why didn’t you tell me?’ she asked, turning damaged eyes on Addison.