Rebecca tilted her head back and groaned, her eyes shut. Her hand found the back of his head, rubbing his buzzed hair. He sucked on her nipple steadily but softly, pulling and pinching it with his teeth as his tongue worked its magic. Hull ground his hips forward so that his pelvis rubbed against hers, and the young woman felt his hard cock, trapped by his shorts, yearning to get out.
Soon her other breast was out, her bra tugged down but still on, and his lips were there, sucking on the newly freed nipple. Rebecca bent, careful not to break Hull’s hold on her breasts, and reached down to feel his rigid member through his shorts. He responded by grinding forward again against her palm. She gripped him, flexing her thin fingers around his cock. He pulled away from her breasts, and she knelt down before she could stop herself, sitting on her knees just inside the foyer. She reached up to the man’s fly and undid his zipper. Hull helped her, unbuttoning his shorts and pushing them and his boxers down. His cock sprang forward, large and throbbing, the base disappearing in a bush of wiry pubic hair.
Rebecca took his cock in her hand and gave it a soft squeeze, and Hull moaned. She smiled up at him, and he looked down at her.
“Suck it,” he said, and the young, beautiful woman did just that.
She leaned forward, parting her lips as she did so. His hard member slid past her lips. She went slowly, using her tongue to tease him, sliding it back and forth on the sensitive underside of his cock.
Hull’s hand went to the back of her head, his fingers taking hold of her hair there. He controlled the pace, working her mouth back and forth over his cock. He pushed his hips forward when he pulled her head in, shoving the bulbous head of his dick down her throat. She gagged, but she took it.
Hull was the one to stop the blowjob, pulling her hair so her lips slid off his penis. He pulled her up by the hair and pressed his lips to hers again.
“Bedroom,” he breathed as the kiss ended. Rebecca nodded and turned. As they walked, they disrobed, a trail of discarded clothes leading the way from the front door to her bedroom. She stood naked at the end of her bed, turning to see the man she had once loved. He was nude too, hard and strong. He pushed her back onto the bed and then lowered his head between her legs.
His tongue on her wet slit was ecstasy. She took hold of her sheets, her body writhing as he flicked the tip of his tongue over her engorged clit. He slid a finger into her as he licked, and then two, sliding them in and out of her. She was coming in no time, an intense wave of pleasure exploding from her groin, her juices flowing freely and coating the bottom half of Hull’s face.
When she was done, sweaty and spent and lying back upon her bed, he positioned himself over her, his pelvis between her legs. He reached down, using one hand to guide himself into her.
Rebecca groaned as he pushed fully into her. He was big, the biggest man she had ever been with, his cock rock hard and pulsing inside her tight pussy. Hull rocked back and forth, sliding into her until his pelvis met hers, and then he would pull out, until nothing but the tip of his cock was inside her.
His pace was swift, his humping furious, and Rebecca knew he wouldn't last long. But still, somehow, she beat him, having another orgasm. It was just like their relationship all those years ago; he was the only man who could ever get her off more than once, usually within a span of minutes.
She dragged her nails down his back as she came, shuddering as he continued to buck. She cried out, not a name, not to Jesus, but just a cry, a long moan as the orgasm shook her to her core.
Then it was Hull’s turn. The man thrust deep inside her and stayed there, throwing his head back as he came, one hand holding him up over her, the other groping at one of her breasts, the nipple hard between his thumb and forefinger.
His cock jumped inside her, once, twice, a third time, each time spraying a long line of sticky cum deep inside her pussy. With a groan, he pulled out of her when he was finished and rolled onto his back on the bed beside her.
“Wow,” he said.
“Yeah,” Rebecca said.
“Oh crap. I should have used a condom,” Hull said.
“I’m on the pill.”
Hull leaned up on one arm and looked at her. “You have a boyfriend?”
“Not anymore,” she said.
“Perfect,” Hull said with a grin.
She looked at him, propping herself up on her own elbow, the mirror image of him. “Why is that perfect?”
“We can get started again and I don’t have to kick anyone’s ass.”
Rebecca sighed and shook her head. “I don’t think so.”
“What? We just fucked.”
“Yeah, and that’s that. We fucked. It doesn’t mean anything.”
“I see,” Hull said, and he climbed out of her bed and went down the hall to the front door, pulling on his clothes as he did so. He didn’t say anything, and neither did Rebecca. When he got to the front door, he opened it and stepped out. She didn’t try to stop him. The door slammed shut, and a minute later his bike roared to life. She listened to it as the sound faded, and then she knew he was gone. Rebecca didn’t know why exactly, but she started to cry.
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