"Oh look," John smiles showing her the caller ID. "Your mother." She groans her hips stuttering and not from the delicious friction between her aching cunt and his thick, hairy thigh.
"Don't answer it, please." She whines, her mother is the furthest thing from her mind as she rocks against him again. She was so close, so fucking close from dry humping him like some horny teenager.
"Better be quiet." He smirks as she swipes to answer. "Hello Kate, what do I owe the pleasure?" She can't hear what her mother says, she doesnt want to. She was on edge John had been teasing her all day. The grabbing, the fondling. She felt like a champagne bottle shook to fucking capacity, but John had a iron grip on her cork.
"I'm up at the cabin this weekend. It's salmon season, the water is just ripe with them." John says leisurely leaning back. This wasn't a work call, this was going to take forever.
She leans back to push up from his thigh, when he grabs the meaty part of her hips squeezing them tightly. The message was clear, she wasn't going anywhere.
"I should have stayed home." She thinks as he talks about salmon while thumbs swirl around the metal bars in her nipples. He had told her they were salmon fishing, but they had done little more than fucked and drank.
She made the mistake of telling him how she used to hump her pillow when she was a teenage girl. She was insatiable girl with an appetite for pornhub. But Kate Laswell took their internet browsing and safety very seriously. So she had to be creative, romance novels with buxum blondes and old cowboys, with fade to black sex scenes. And old gray pillow that never saw the outside of her closet until she was ready to saddle up.
John had found it amusing.
So amusing that his thick thighs are coated in his slick, despite her mother happily chattering to John about a wonderful recipe for salmon and she'd have to send it over.
"I dont want to hear about salmon." She nearly groans out loud at the thought. She wants John inside of her or touching her, somewheres other than her nipples.
"You don't look like your having fun?" John coos, phone muted as the thumb that toys with her nipple slides down to her clit. Brushing over it once, twice with a calloused thumb, her body jerking as pleasure sends lightening up her spine.
"I'm not." She grits out through clenched teeth "I'm trying to get off and you're talking about salmon with my mother." His thumb has a fire burning in her gut again as she begins rocking on his thigh again.
"Salmon is important." He quips with a smirk running his fingers through the slick mess she's leaving behind and pressing it between her lips before unmuting the call.
She sucks at his fingers as she tries to find her rhythm again. She was willing herself to think of anything but salmon.
John's hairy chest pressing her against the kitchen counter and fucking her till his sweat tacky chest and cock is all she can feel.
Oh and waking up to the smell of fresh donuts from a local place and his cold hands dancing up her thighs to spread them for his breakfast.
He promised he'd bend her over and fuck her so full of his cum that it would leak out of her and he promised he'd make her sit on it, till it took.
That was the one that blocked out the noise in her head, thinking of him breeding her like some prized mutt. It made her shiver and her hips rock harder.
John grips at her hips harder as her movements become more desperate. She wishes he'd shove his fingers in her mouth again. She's trying so hard to be quiet but it's hard when you're a wanton whore.
"Yeah, I gotta go. Emergency." His voice is husky when he hangs up slinging the phone onto the desk behind her. His arms wrap around the fat of her ass, helping her grind harder into the corded muscle of his thigh.
She feels likes she shattering into the trillion pieces when she comes with a cry of his name. Her fingers digging crescent moons into his shoulder blades. She practically sobs when he wraps his arms around her.
"Daddy's got you." He purrs when she presses her face into the crook of his neck panting as she flutters and leaks around nothing. "You did so good, so good."
