Yes, aggressively

As I approach the door to #105, a little voice in the back of my head is telling me I should stop and cool down a little. The little vixen has my blood boiling with that text, and the one following it from Claudia didn’t help. The voice is reminding me that Dayna might not actually mean she wants me to cut loose and ravish her even though that’s what she said.

I’m aware of the voice, but only distantly. My blood is up, like the Big Bad Wolf. Dayna answers the door wearing nothing but a white lacy bra-and-panties set. I spin her through the door and kick it shut as I push her back against the wall. I claim her mouth with mine, pinning her in place through the sheer hunger of our kiss. I hook my thumbs in the waistband of her panties—actually, they’re more like boyshorts, I guess, only lace—and push. She helps me, shimmying them off.

I pop Dayna’s tits out of the lace cups and squeeze them roughly, pinching and rolling her nipples. She moans helplessly into my mouth. I maul her boobs with one hand and reach back down to her slit with the other. I thrust two fingers into her cunt and press into her G-spot. I press my thumb into her clit and move it around. She writhes against the wall and screams into my mouth. I have her cumming in the palm of my hand.

Without taking my fingers from her tight, wet hole, I swing Dayna around. I walk her backwards into the living room and topple her backwards over the arm of the couch. I fingerfuck her cunt; I pull and twist her nipples, each in turn; and I bend down to suckle her clit hard and fast.

Dayna shrieks and cums hard. I keep eating her. She cums again; I rub her G-spot harder. I feel her build and build and build; I suck her pearl as deep into my mouth as I can and hum the bass riff to “Peter Gunn.” She screams, “Iain!” at the top of her lungs as her climax puts her into orbit.

When she cums down enough, I have a decision to make: keep eating her for a while yet, or let my aching cock get into the game?