The storm outside had been building for hours, thunder growling like a hungry beast, rain lashing against the windows as if trying to claw its way in. Ross stretched out on the bed, his tight purple briefs clinging to his thick thighs, the fabric straining over the heavy bulge between his legs. He’d been hard since Ceri had sauntered into the bedroom in those tiny denim shorts and a flimsy strappy top, her full tits swaying with every step, the dark circles of her nipples pressing against the thin fabric. No bra. No panties. Just pure, unapologetic temptation.
Ceri leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed under her breasts, pushing them together in a way that made Ross’s cock twitch. She smirked, biting her lower lip as her gaze dropped to the obvious outline of his dick. “You’re really enjoying this storm, huh?” she teased, her voice husky.
Ross didn’t answer with words. Instead, he crooked a finger, his dark eyes locked onto hers—a silent command. Ceri’s breath hitched, but she didn’t hesitate. She crawled onto the bed, her knees sinking into the mattress as she straddled his lap. The heat of her pussy pressed against his cock through the thin fabric of his briefs, and Ross groaned, his hands snapping up to grip her hips. “Fuck, you’re already wet,” he growled, grinding her down against him. “Missed my cock that much, baby?”
Ceri gasped as his thumbs hooked under the hem of her top, yanking it up to expose her heavy, milk-swollen tits. They were fuller than ever, the areolas darker, her nipples thick and begging to be sucked. Ross didn’t waste time. He latched onto one, his mouth hot and demanding, tongue swirling around the stiff peak before he drew it deep between his lips. Ceri moaned, her fingers tangling in his hair as he sucked hard, the pull sending a sharp jolt of pleasure straight to her clit. A bead of milk escaped, and Ross groaned around her nipple, swallowing it down like it was the sweetest fucking ambrosia.
“God, yes...” Ceri whimpered, rocking her hips, her bare pussy sliding against the damp spot on his briefs. “Need you inside me, Ross. Now.”
Ross chuckled darkly, his teeth grazing her nipple before he released it with a wet pop. “Since you asked so nicely.” His hands moved to her shorts, fingers digging into the waistband before he ripped them down her thighs. Ceri lifted just enough to let him toss them aside, leaving her completely naked, her pussy glistening, lips already parted in anticipation. Ross didn’t bother removing his briefs—he just shoved the waistband down far enough to free his cock, the thick, veiny shaft springing up, the head already slick with precome.
Ceri didn’t wait for instruction. She rose up on her knees, positioning herself over him, her fingers wrapping around his shaft to guide him to her entrance. Ross’s hands gripped her ass, his thumbs spreading her cheeks as she sank down, her tight pussy stretching around his girth. “Fucking *hell*,” Ross hissed, his hips jerking up as she took him to the hilt. “So goddamn tight. Like you were made for my cock.”
Ceri whimpered, her nails digging into his chest as she began to ride him, her movements slow at first, savoring the way he filled her so completely. But Ross wasn’t in the mood for slow. His hands slid up to her tits, squeezing hard as he thrust up into her, his cock pistoning in and out of her dripping cunt. The sound of their bodies slapping together mixed with the thunder outside, the bed creaking under the force of his movements.
“Harder,” Ceri begged, her voice ragged. “Fuck me harder, Ross—I’m gonna come.”
Ross flipped her onto her back in one swift motion, her tits bouncing as he drove into her, his cock hitting that perfect spot deep inside her with every thrust. His mouth crashed onto hers, his tongue fucking her mouth in the same ruthless rhythm as his dick fucked her pussy. Ceri’s legs wrapped around his waist, her heels digging into his ass as she arched off the bed, her orgasm crashing over her like the storm outside—violent, relentless, all-consuming.
“That’s it, baby,” Ross snarled, feeling her pussy clamp down around him, milking his cock. “Take every fucking inch.” He reached between them, his thumb finding her clit, rubbing in tight circles as he pounded into her. Ceri screamed, her back bowing as another wave of pleasure hit her, her pussy flooding with her release.
Ross couldn’t hold back any longer. With a guttural groan, he buried himself to the hilt, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself inside her, his come filling her in thick, hot spurts. Ceri whimpered, her fingers clawing at his back as she felt him paint her walls, her own orgasm still rippling through her.
For a long moment, the only sounds were their ragged breathing and the storm’s fading fury outside. Ross finally pulled out, his cock glistening with their combined release. He smirked down at Ceri, her thighs slick, her tits heaving, a satisfied flush painting her skin. “Still think you’re the one who wears the pants in this relationship?” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her swollen lips.
Ceri laughed breathlessly, reaching down to give his softening cock a playful squeeze. “Oh, baby,” she purred, “I never wear pants.” And with that, she rolled him onto his back, her mouth already descending toward his cock, ready to remind him exactly who was in charge—at least for the next round.