Take Charlie

Holding her tight, Ethan drives her back towards her bed.

She lets out another depraved sound, loving Ethan manhandling her so roughly. Her tongue runs along her lower lip, begging Ethan for more. When he pushes her down onto the bed, she lets out a small 'oof', but immediately props herself up on her elbows, spreading her legs wide.

Ethan moves into the space she provided, but pushes her legs further apart for good measure, an action that earns him another of those addicting sounds. Ready for her taste, he attacks her lips, driving her flat onto the bed as his tongue takes her mouth. She quivers against him, her hands grasping at his side, tugging at his shirt meekly. Head lagging, it takes Ethan a moment to remember he's fully clothed, his attention focused on the back of Charlie's throat.

Pulling away from her, Charlie whines slightly, but her disappointment fades when she notices Ethan pull off his shit and start to work at his fly. She moves her hands to help, and for a second Ethan lets her before he thinks better, swatting away her fingers. More whining, but it rings in Ethan's ear differently, telling him he made the right call. Getting out of his pants isn't easy, his swollen cock and position making it awkward. Soon enough, he's freed, and then quickly falls upon Charlie again.

He's used to the taste now, able to savor it. Pressing down on her, he feels metal dig into his chest, Charlie's pierced nipples the culprit. The feeling makes Ethan's already rock-hard cock grow a bit firmer, which demands of him more. Indulging it and himself, Ethan lets his hand wander down Charlie's belly and then south again still.

"Hnnnn!" Charlie quivers and lets out a muffled cry the second Ethan's fingers find her womanhood. She's wet, soaked really, and hot to the touch. Taking a second to marvel at it, Ethan considers his next action, not wholly sure how to indulge Charlie's appetite. He opts to give her pussy a smack, which has the desired effect and then some, Charlie shuddering and moaning into his mouth.

Ethan forces her to be still, holding her down. For a second, that seems to have the opposite effect, but Charlie quickly falls in line. Breaking the kiss, Ethan eases back, getting a look at Charlie's face. Despite the low light, he can see her eyes are hazed over with lust, and perhaps a bit of booze, her lips quivering and begging. Down below he feels her swollen pussy tremble, begging in its own way.

Ethan decides to not let either of them wait.

Shifting, he lines himself up, barely thinking about how he's going to proceed. He already knows.

Grunting, he forces himself forward and in, spearing his throbbing manhood into Charlie's sodden mound. Biting her lip, Charlie barely keeps in what could either be a scream or a moan. Ignoring it, Ethan wastes no time putting his hips to work, treating Charlie's pussy just how it wants.

Hard and fast, Ethan fucks Charlie at a sprinters pace. His muscles twitch and tense, not used to going full out at the start. Below him Charlie claps a hand over her mouth, muffling the worst of her cries. {if Sisters=true}Ethan's sure Ashley can hear them though, the hand not doing all that much.{endif} Her pussy clenches around his turgid shaft, its embrace getting both wetter and warmer. Her skin as well, Ethan notices, sweat starting to coat her, although he doesn't realize a good portion of it isn't hers.

Breathing hard, Ethan feels his body starting to tire. The pace is brutal, meant only for finishing. And yet, he wasn't all that close. Whiskey dick, maybe, he thinks, his brain having enough sense to string together the thought. Charlie's spine curves, pushing up against him tight, her face burying into his shoulder, trying to fight a scream. Down below he feels her cunts hold around him change, and suddenly everything feels a bit wetter.

Somebody was able to orgasm at least.

Taking a deep breath, Ethan knows he needs to finish this now.

Pressing himself down tight, nearly smothering Charlie, Ethan finds an angle that works and hammers her. Fucking her as hard as he can manage, he works himself in and out of her pussy roughly, savoring her clenching walls. She screams into his shoulder, trembling shaking, and Ethan's fairly sure he's got her cumming again already.

He ignores it.

He focuses on his body. The ache in his back, the swap of his hips, the tightness in his loins. Waves of pleasure pulse through him. He's getting closer, but he's still not there yet. Grunting, he sacrifices speed for power, each thrust making the bed shake. The change of tactic makes his cock burn with approval, and Charlie melt below him. She feels limp for a few seconds, before seizing up, her body pushed to break. The sounds coming out of her sound weak, her limits being tested.

Tension in his balls tell Ethan he only needs a few more moments, but he's unsure if his body will allow in. He's at his own limits, his body ready to fail. Panting, sweat running down his neck and face, he rides Charlie all the way to the end, hoping the pressure inside will pop before anything else.

Charlie starts mumbling something, begging. Holding Ethan tight, her fingers claw into his back and shoulders, trying to scrap the orgasm out of him. She can sense his need. His urgency. Her submissive soul is attuned to him. Despite being a wreck, her mind lost and pussy destroyed, she needs him to finish just as much as he does.

Something about that makes the tiniest of differences.

A surge of heat, unstoppable, starts and Ethan lets himself go limp.

As intense as he'd ever felt, Ethan's orgasm overtakes him, rattling his bones and devastating his muscles. Thick spurts of cum burst from his cunt hugged cock, painting Charlie's insides white with the sticky stuff. Groaning, he feels as if he's cumming his spine out, the volume of it feeling more than his usual. Eyes fluttering, he feels his head spinning. He's going to loose conciousness, exhaustion setting in.