The Comeback Kid

The one thing about Jennifer that really grabbed his attention, the one thing that completely transfixed him, was the way her necklace glimmered in the sparse bedroom light, catching the dim rays from her hallway as it swayed back and forth, propelled by his violent thrusts from behind.

Her ass was firm and supple, her long brown hair fell softly across her shoulders, and he couldn't help but occasionally loosen his iron grip on her waist and fondle one of her beautiful C-cup breasts. But after his glimpse of the silver necklace, his eyes wandered away from the Latin beauty he had bent over her Queen-sized bed and around the room, searching for the case it had come from.

Lifting and turning her head from the pillow it'd been firmly planted in, she yelped between thrusts -- "Oohhhhh, ooooooh … God! Fuck! Is this – ahh! – good for you?"

He didn't hear her words, examining the dresser top and shelves and assuming she was muttering in ecstacy. He noticed that his pace had fallen off briefly, so he grabbed the back of Jennifer's head, drew his hips back, and slammed her forward into the pillow again. He held it inside her until she finished moaning, and then began screwing her at a frantic pace, their hips smacking together with a militant rhythm.

"Mmmph! Mmph! Fuh meee, fmmph mmmm, cammmon!" Jennifer screamed into the pillow.

Hearing a muffled "Cameron" snapped his mind back into place, got him thinking about whether there was even a jewelry box at all; whether this girl just had a blue-collar husband who spent too much on his woman. He hoped so: hoped the fool found out his girl had been unfaithful; hoped he had the imagination to picture his wife head down, ass up; fucked from behind, on their marital bed.

Just then, Jennifer grabbed his right hand, enmeshed in her silken hair, and pulled herself free. "Don't cum inside me," she said, sighing in pain and pleasure on the last word.

He yanked himself out from inside her, gripped her left thigh with his left hand, and swung it over his head to his right. Catching her by surprise, he took hold of both shoulders, pulled her off the bed and down to her knees, and began pumping slowly in front of her face.

"Cam, I don-mmmm." He had her by the hair now, yanking her mouth onto his cock with just enough pressure that she'd only feel her hair tug if she resisted. After a few seconds of thrusting, he felt himself pulsing closer to the edge, and his head rolled back, his eyes casting upward to the ceiling.

That's when he noticed the ledge on the windowsill, the one with something small, copper and, yes, key-shaped sitting just out of sight. Suddenly, he felt as though he was falling down through his thighs – he'd been unknowingly tensing them for the last few minutes – and he gushed into her warm mouth. He looked down at her and caught a glimpse of Jennifer's coffee-colored eyes, staring up at him as her throat tried to catch up to her salivary glands.

He hadn't noticed her eyes when he'd met her at just two hours ago, having approached her from behind as she took her credit card back from the cashier at Safeway.