ALICE Ch 92

Alice is not done. She eagerly strokes Kylie’s hair and encourages her bobbing head, telling her how good she is. But Kylie’s not trying to show off her skills; she is a goal-oriented person. She slurps hard, then stops sucking and pulls, giving Alice a meaningful look. She turns on her hands and knees, presenting herself.

Alice has seen her naked before, but never from this angle, swollen, dripping wet, her thighs covered in sweat, juices, and cum, and with a still-oozing creampie. She hurriedly gets up to comply, but is still a little drunk. Instead of lining up behind Kylie, she slips and takes her to the mattress with herself on top.

“Come on,” Kylie orders, and Alice goes with it, fumbling with her cock on top of Kylie’s prone form. She gets it in and Kylie grabs the sheets, pushing back roughly even though she has no leverage. “More. Get on with it. Fuck me,” she presses.

The pressure is a lot. It’s not pride, exactly. Maybe it’s silly, but Alice feels the same need to do well that she does when she’s racing. It’s not about impressing Kylie; it’s about not letting her down. So even though Kylie’s pleading to go endlessly harder and faster is unreasonable, Alice pushes her sore body to its limit. It’s hard to go fast without leverage, but having all of Kylie’s body underneath her is almost as motivating as Kylie’s urging. Sweaty skin slapping, Alice powers through muscle pains and exhaustion and fucks her trainer to orgasm. Hearing Kylie’s gasp and feeling the clench of her insides brings a sense of triumph like taking a podium.

Still hard, Alice collapses on top of Kylie, whose trembling pussy clutches and massages at her shaft. She moans into a pillow and probably doesn’t even feel it when Alice laboriously pulls out and picks herself up just enough to pull on her cock. A few breathless strokes are all she needs to let her load out all over Kylie’s pert ass.

That’s Alice’s limit. She flops on her back beside Kylie, who doesn’t move apart from the occasional quiver of her legs. Alice stares at the ceiling, her hand resting on her slick belly as she breathes hard. It’s suddenly quiet. At first, she’d thought that maybe Kylie had done this to help her celebrate. That can’t be it.

The rise and fall of Alice’s chest slows after a while.

“He cheated on you, didn’t he?” she asks finally.

Kylie says nothing. Her head is turned away from Alice, although the view of her body facedown is spectacular. Alice is too spent for it to matter.

“I’m sorry,” she says.

Kylie snorts into the pillow. “Are you?”

Alice hesitates. “No. But he’s not just some guy. You’re engaged. I am sorry.”

Kylie doesn’t reply to that.