She tries to use Matt as a substitue

Without speaking, she lifted herself away from his mouth, using her hands to brace herself, then sliding down the length of his chest. She kissed him hard, tasting herself on his lips, and reached between them for his cock.

He was so hard - waiting for her. Her hand wrapped around him again, and she gave him a firm stroke as she kissed him. He groaned into her mouth, his hands sliding up her back, fingers digging into her bare skin.

She shifted her hips, lining herself up with him, the angle awkward at first as she hovered above, guiding the head of his cock through her folds. She was more than wet between his saliva and her own secretions, but still tense as she chased something she hadn’t yet reached. She needed to get there and if his mouth wasn’t going to do it, then she needed to be filled.

Natalie broke the kiss with a gasp as the head slipped just inside. She adjusted her knees and pressed down, taking him in, as her thighs slowly drop her, he entered an inch deeper. Her eyes fluttered shut for a moment, breathing through the stretch. He felt thick enough to make her take notice, satisfyingly full without overwhelming her, a smooth slide that filled her in stages rather than demanding all at once.

It was good. Solid. The kind of cock that most women would be more than content with. And she was, physically. She sank into it, the warmth and the pressure keeping her attention as she took more of him inch by inch.

But it wasn’t Aiden. It wasn’t the long, thick cock she’d seen from the hallway, flushed and straining in his grip as it jumped and pulsed as thick ropes of cum hit his chest and belly. His whole body locked and twisted with the **** of it. Even now, she could see it, the impossible size of it, the way his whole body jerked as he came, like he couldn't even control it. That moment had seared into her, uninvited, and now unforgettable.

Still, this was her setting the pace. Her control. And for now, that was enough to keep moving.

She sat up, keeping him inside her, both hands braced on his chest. The bra that had been hanging off her shoulders for so long, unnoticed, finally gave in, slipping down her arms. The soft lace collapsed between them, caught against his chest, a flimsy barrier she didn’t want. With a sharp breath, she brushed it aside, flicking it, where it landed somewhere near the pillows, like it was a distraction to her focus. She continued to move in long motions, trying to pull every ounce of sensation from the connection they had. Letting him feel her. Letting herself try as she felt him inside her.

He looked up at her, eyes glazed, mouth slightly parted, completely focused. His hands rose to her thighs, gripping, stroking upward until they found the curve of her waist, but he didn’t try to take over. He let her ride. Let her work through whatever she needed.

Natalie set the pace, hips rolling, grinding down until he was fully seated inside her. She let out a low sound, head falling back. He felt good. Solid. It was what she’d been wanting all day. What she knew was likely to happen since she sent him that picture of her in her panties that night, and then the used discarded toy.

She **** her focus forward, chasing the feeling. His hands slid higher again, cupping her breasts, fingers spreading to span what they could as they hefted their weight, before he found her nipples and pinched harder than he had earlier.

She gasped, her muscles tightening around him in response, the sharp tug pulling something real from her.

He noticed.

“Jesus,” he muttered, voice tight. “You like that.”

She nodded, biting her lip, eyes fluttering. His hands moved back to her nipples, pinching harder this time and tugging them outward, drawing them away from her with a firmer, more deliberate grip. Her breath caught, back arching at the sudden sharpness.

Then one hand dropped away.

He brought it down hard against her ass, an open-palmed smack that made her jolt and moan all at once.

“Yes!” she hissed. The impact of his hand helped.

The sound echoed in her head. Not just from now, but from that one night. From across the hall, when she heard the sharp sound of skin on skin as Aiden moved behind that tiny blonde, her moans mixing with his grunts, her moans carrying into Natalie’s room, right after the slap.

Natalie had recreated that moment alone. Touched herself listening to it. Even positioned herself the same way on her bed, knees bent, fingers pressed between her thighs as she played out what she thought was happening in the other room.

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