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Authors: Elaine Cara

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He rose, and pulled his shirt over his head.
I marveled at his strong hard body, his fuzzy chest, his bulging
arms and shoulders. He undid his pants and stepped out of them. He
wore black boxers that clung to every bulge and curve. I wanted to
see what was underneath, needed to. The clingy tight fabric teased
me.

He never took his eyes off me, as he inched
his boxers down his strong legs. I let out a whimper when I saw his
long, thick cock. I wondered if I could accommodate him, if I could
manage to get him inside me. I desired nothing more than the
challenge.

His fingers brushed my knee, and with one
motion he pinned my legs to the bed, yanking them apart. My heart
thudded in my ears, and I could feel a trickle of liquid drip down
my crevice onto the comforter. Then he sank on the mattress as he
knelt on his knees between my legs.

His cock aimed for me, and he closed the
distance agonizingly slow. When he finally entered me, we both
breathed a sigh. For me it was relief, but for him the tension was
just beginning. He was big, and he stretched me as he penetrated
me. We both shuddered, and as he went deeper, he moved me up on the
bed.

I spread legs wide, wider than they've ever
been, and he sank into me.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"You're amazing," I said.

My pussy clenched around him, and he pulled
out. He penetrated me again, and again. With every thrust I
loosened a bit more, until he filled me and every thrust sent a
shiver of pleasure though me. Every movement he made sent a wave
through me, a wave that made me roll my eyes back and shudder.

My knees were practically at his shoulders,
and he drove deep, deeper than any man had ever gone inside me. Our
juices mingled, and with every thrust we moaned and clung at each
other as if one of us might fall.

"Harder," I cried.

"Hang on to me," he said between breaths.

I squeezed him between my legs, and clutched
his shoulders. He rose off the bed, carrying me with him, and
pinned me up against the wall. He slammed into me so hard a jolt of
pain shot through me. The ache ebbed, and all I felt was the
delicious friction of him thrusting inside me all the way up to the
base.

Our bodies crashed against the wall, my
buttocks bumped into the plaster over and over. His belly bumped my
button with each penetration. I didn't just moan, I screamed. His
arms and legs shook as he held me, and he leaned into me, so that
he moved less, but deeper. He hit just that right spot deep inside
me that made me go limp, and arch my back all at the same time.

I opened my eyes as someone banged on the
wall in the next room. I looked at Paul's wet flushed face. He
looked so handsome. I couldn't believe I was doing this with a guy
like him. He grinned and moaned louder. I winked at him and did the
same. Let them knock. Maybe one hand crept down into the stranger’s
pants as the other hand banged, because even though our fucking
bothered them, the sounds turned them on.

As my imagination ran wild I bucked back
against Paul. I wanted him to go faster as my pussy clenched and
shivered and tingled. The mysterious person gave the wall one last
smack and then shut up.

Then, Paul's legs grew tired, and he fell
back onto the floor with me on top of him. We laughed as our bodies
slipped over each other. He touched my hips, and gazed at my
heaving breasts.

"Ride me," he demanded.

I slid up and down his cock. I took it easy
at first, then went faster and faster. He slipped his fingers
between my lips and rubbed my clit. I moaned, and rode him so that
my breasts jiggled and my hair swayed. He closed his eyes and
groaned, and bucked against me.

My legs went numb as my orgasm approached,
and I lost my breath and rhythm. I twisted and shuddered on top of
him, and I could feel myself tightening against him. My orgasm came
in waves, and with each wave I grew progressively weaker. I tumbled
off him, my legs tightened together and I tried to catch my
breath.

Just when my skin began to cool, and I smiled
from the release as my orgasm faded, there was a knock on the
door.

Paul frowned, and stumbled to his feet into
the bathroom to wrap a towel around his waist. I dove into bed and
pulled the covers over me.

Paul opened the door and froze. My blood ran
cold. A cop stood in the doorway.

"We received a noise complaint," the cop
said. He studied Paul's face.

"I'm sorry, officer," he said. "We're just
about to go to bed so there won't be another peep from us."

He narrowed his eyes at Paul, and then looked
over his shoulder at me. He pointed at me.

"Ma'am can I speak to you in private?"

"I guess," I mumbled and got off the bed,
blanket wrapped around me.

I could feel Paul staring at me as I walked
past him and out the door. I wanted to tell him everything would be
all right, but I couldn't without the cop getting suspicious.

I followed the cop around the corner, and
down the stairs. He stopped at the first floor.

"Are you Heather?" he asked in a hushed
voice. "Her friend reported her missing. You fit the description.
You also fit the description given by a motel 5 manager."

I shook my head. "No, I'm here with my
boyfriend. We're moving to New Mexico."

"That's the problem. Your boyfriend also fits
the description of the kidnapper."

I smiled. "I'm fine. Really, I don't know
what you're talking about."

He squeezed my arm. "If you're in danger I
can get you out of here. We can just tell him you had a family
emergency."

I giggled. "I appreciate it, but really I
gotta get back to my boyfriend."

He opened his mouth, changed his mind, and
closed it. He gave me one last squeeze and I went back to my room.
I found Paul pacing from the bed to the bathroom and back again.
When he saw me he clapped his hands and gasped.

"Thank god," he said. "What did you tell
him?"

"I said that you're my boyfriend, and we're
moving to New Mexico."

"You're great. Fantastic."

He dashed to me and showered me with
kisses.

"Look, do you wan to call anyone? Let them
know you're okay?"

I shook my head. "I'm happy. With you."

He rolled his eyes. "Come on."

"I'm serious. I'm not here against my will.
If I didn’t want you, I would've left with the cop."

"Thank you," he said.

"I think we should leave."

"Let's go."

About the Author

Elaine Cara is a twenty something year old
writer who loves to write erotica. She lives with her cat on the
east coast. When she’s not writing about her innermost juicy
fantasies, she attends university, reads, and travels.

Other Works by Elaine Cara

Short Stories

Menage on the Ranch

Appetite for Her

Step Slut

Taking My Step Brother

Between My Step Brothers

Sex Education

Captured by the Cowboy

Dominating Daddy

One Night with the Band

Fucking His Curvy Wife