B. Handy
Copyright B. Handy 2012
Published at Smashwords
Painting by Shayne of the Dead
To The Walls
By B. Handy
The wall was rough and tugging at the fabric of her bra, but she liked it that way. Hardcore and downright wild! Hell, it was her fault for being unprepared.
She’d been caught walking around her house in a pair of black cotton undergarments and leather chaps with matching cowgirl hat. Her man came over out of the blue, catching her by surprise. The weirder they are, the louder they call.
She moaned low as she felt him press against her, his erection obvious as it dug into the back of her leg.
“It would seem I’m not the only one who wants this,” he said, a hand reaching between their bodies to the moist ‘v’ between her legs. He felt her shudder in front of him, pushing his pants south and leaving only his boxers. Gripping on her inner thigh from the front, he lifted one of her legs so he could slip his erection in between. He let his cock slide out of the gap in his underwear only to drop her leg closed around him. Her inner thighs were slick with her juices, saving them both from a frictional future. Gripping her hips, he started thrusting, her underwear growing wetter above his member as he continued the foreplay. Pressing a hand into her back, he kept her pushed against the wall, rosy cheek growing raw as she was fucked against from behind.
She let a hand slide down her front, reaching to her nether lips to allow the head of his cock to run through the groove she created. Each of his thrusts began to stimulate her as well. She gave off heavy pants, squeezing her legs closer together and tightening her inner thighs hold on his erection. She groaned out as he began pulling her hips back and against each of his thrusts, purposely pushing upwards to press hard against her clitoris. She was grateful for his nails, just long enough to leave crescents in her skin that stimulated her senses further. “Harder,” she stated, rocking her hips back faster as her own orgasm began to peak.
He was obedient to her demand and increased his speed as the sound of her pleasure began to beckon him over the edge. Thrusting harshly against her folds, he groaned when she gave out a harsh cry, his nails breaking through the skin in some places as his hot seed slipped out and down the front of her thighs. He let her rock against him, riding out her own orgasm before they both collapsed against the wall. He could feel his softening member rub against the plaster, leaving a juicy mark of their sexual escapade. “That was... memorable.”
She chuckled, turning herself around to look him in the eye. “You said it, cowboy.” She gave a smirk and with a lift of her hat, stole his lips in a heated kiss.