Chapter 32 Little secret (2)

"Like that, huh?" Samuel growled, ramming harder into the squirming girl.

"Ummm, oooh, not -- not so hard Samuel." Tara looked up at his hard face, wondering if he could see her bitten lip and clenching eyes. Probably he couldn't, but still she gently tried to push his hips back.

"Ugh, fine -- you do it then." Samuel pulled out completely and flopped onto his back. Tara blinked and propped herself up on her elbows after an awkward moment. She eyed her boyfriend's c*ck. Even wrapped in the condom it made her mouth water, and her friends agreed she was lucky to have such a well-endowed guy all to herself.

"Well?" Samuel huffed, "Come on -- ride me like a good cowgirl." She wondered if she really was that lucky...

"Let me just cover up first..."

"Why?"

"What if William sees?"

"Then he'll know his sister has bangin' tits."

"I've got to be careful in case he wakes up," she reached for her bra, but Samuel grabbed her wrist and held her down.

"Nu-uh. I want to see these bouncing just for me, babe." His other hand fondled her bare breasts. She knew he loved them -- he said they were her best features. He palmed her firm tits, letting them overflow around his fingers, as if weighing and appraising them just as he had done every time her shirt came off. Tara wasn't so sure, but the look on Samuel's face told her she didn't have much of a choice in the matter.

So she slipped off her panties entirely and inched forward to straddle his hips. Grabbing the base of his c*ck, she guided it into her waiting p*ssy. She tossed her head back and groaned as she slowly sunk down till his balls nudged her bare ass.

"Yeahhh, that's good..." Samuel groaned, petting his girlfriend's ample hips, "Now show me why you're my bitch, Tara."

Cautiously, Tara began to post up and down. Lifting her ass and sinking back down made her p*ssy tighten and quiver so much better than Samuel's ramming. But instead of focusing on the pleasure, she glanced at the upstairs banister. It was too dark to see much, but William's room was the first door on the left. Door closed and light off, but still Tara worried. Every downward slide shook her breasts, a sheen sweat gleaming from them in the dim moonlight. Normally she'd never take such a risk, but she had been without Samuel for so long, and she always got so horny around this time of the month. She didn't want sex - she needed it.

"Mmmmm, finally getting into it are you?" Tara leaned forward just so, gripping his hard chest and letting her hips work his c*ck. She didn't answer -- just thrust her chest out over her boyfriend's face and tantalized him with those low-hanging fruits, yearning to be picked.

He didn't pick at all though. Rather he just reclined his head against his folded arms as she pumped faster and faster on him. Finally the girl felt the beginnings of that familiar knot tightening deep inside her stomach.

"Ahhh yesss," She hissed, tossing her long hair and arching up against him. Her whole body tensed, readying for what she'd been craving for weeks. She was almost there. Samuel got there first.

"Oh shit babe, I'm gonna c*m!"

"No no, wait!" Tara pled, forcing her hips to slow. But he grabbed her hips and slammed her down. Despite her desperate squirming or perhaps because of it, he pulsed and shot into the thick rubber sheath.

"Nooo..." Tara mewled, grinding her hips on her boyfriend futilely, trying to bring herself off. But he grasped her hips tight, c*ck still twitching and pumping uselessly inside her. The tightening knot in her belly loosened, and soon all that was left was Tara's panting and Samuel's satisfied groan.

"Oh yeah, that was good baby," Samuel sighed, giving her a little thrust from below. The condom caught all, but even the warmth of his load radiating from it didn't do anything for Tara's desperation.

"I was so close..." Tara moaned. She grated on him, milking his softening c*ck inside her tight p*ssy, struggling to revive Samuel's shrinking member. Lifting her he grabbed the base of his c*ck and slipped the condom off.

"What's that look for?" He said when he finally stopped groaning and opened his eyes, "I thought you were c*mming with me, fucking and groaning on me like that."

"Weren't you listening to me? I told you to stop but you came anyway!" Tara leered down at him with clenched fists.

"When you grind on my d*ck like that, you know I can't stop. Don't blame me." Samuel casually rolled Tara onto the couch and started pulling his boxers back on.

"YOU pulled me down!" Tara hissed through her teeth, "I tried to stop, but you wouldn't let me!"

"God damn it Tara! I don't get what your problem is. You were horny, we fucked, and now you're mad? What the fuck did I do!?"

"You-! Whatever. I don't want to do this here." Tara covered herself up with her arms while she groped for her clothes. Samuel was already dressed by the time she abandoned the search and stood up.

"Where are you going?" Samuel asked.

"To my room. Probably to get off like you just did."

"Fine then, I'm not fucking dealing with this again." Samuel threw on his coat and tromped out, leaving the front door wide open in the cold night air. Tara charged the door, raging as his engine roared to life.

"You forgot your condom, asshole!" She reeled back and threw the spent condom at his smug face behind the wheel. But her gooey missile missed entirely, arching over the car and flying into the black unknown. She had imagined it splattering like a water balloon all over his windshield, but at least it wasn't around to remind her of the selfish d*ck who made it.

It was only after the headlights disappeared around the corner when Tara realized she was standing naked on her porch, yelling and throwing condoms into the night. She couldn't have run faster the way she backpedaled then, face getting even hotter as the rest of shivered from the cold. She breathed hard, fisting away salty tears and gulping back the sobs when she heard a shuffling.