October 3, 2002
This is dedicated to Her Exalted Magnificence, Nancy. Because she's got the best Mag 7 fanfic sites out there!
"You know you want it," I tell you, whisperin' in your ear. If you didn't, I'd have a bruised jaw by now, instead of a hard on. And you wouldn't have one, either. I didn't have to do much; just kinda shoved you against the wall and rubbed your dick with my hand and your ass with my dick."Don't know why you're playin' hard to get," I say, feeling you squirm. Just makes me hornier. You won't let me reach for your fly. You keep battin' my hands away, yet you're not goin' anywhere, neither.
"Come on, let loose for once," I rasp, trying to coax you; coerce you. No, not coerce, because you do want this. I saw the look you gave me before heading out. Darin' me to follow.
"What do I have to do?" I ask. Do I gotta get on my knees? 'Cause I will. I do. I turn you around and rub your crotch with my face.
"Yeah, this is what you want," I say with a smile. Your hands are in my hair, rubbin' it, pullin' me in. You let me undo your pants this time. Touch you.
"God, you're so hard. So big," I murmur, just before swallowin' you whole. You taste so good. And I know you're lovin' this. I can hear you moan. Feel your hips movin'. I want you to come.
"Come for me," I beg. But you've got other ideas right now. You're pullin' me up off my knees. You're undoin' my pants now, rubbin' my dick, feelin' how hard it is for you. Then you turn around, and let your pants drop down.
"Yeah, you want it," I say, pushing you against the wall again. You're ready for me. Then I reach down and realize that you really are ready. Slick and open. You knew I'd follow. You knew. So I shove myself into you.
"God!" I cry out, feelings of heaven and hell moving in and out of me as I move in and out of you. I can't tell now, who's movin' who; who's shovin' in or shovin' back. All I know is that you feel so damned good around me.
"Harder?" I ask, grabbin' hold of your dick now, rubbin' it, strokin' it. I want us to come together. I'm so close. Just a few more thrusts inside and we're there, both of us cryin' out.
"Felt so good," I whisper as we collect ourselves, grabbin' our pants, puttin' 'em back in order. Then you look at me. I see it in your eyes. That self-satisfyin' grin.
"You know you want it," I whisper jokingly. Lovingly.
"Always," you say, the first word you've said since we came out here. The only word I needed to hear.
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