A Model Affair Read online

Isaac. Fuck me. You know you want it. I want you to.” I wrapped my arms and legs around him. My hands stroked his back.

  His hands went the length of my sides, from my hips up to my tits. He arched his back just enough to run his palms over my mounds, squeezing the hard nipples that rose from the center of my copper colored areolas. All the while, he kept thrusting his cock deep into my throbbing cunt.

  “Oh, Jenny,” he repeated again and again, panting the words more than speaking them. “My beautiful Jenny.”

  He was so much older than I. But it was obvious he was also so much more experienced. He pounded my pussy with a growing intensity of speed and power. Like everything else I’d ever seen him do, he was fucking me like a man possessed with a perfectionist’s spirit. He was doing his best to satisfy me, to bring me to orgasm. I wanted that, for my own gratification, but also to please him.

  I closed my eyes and focused. In and out, in and out. Rubbing my inner walls. Hard stimulation. It didn’t take long before I felt the inevitable rumblings in my loins.

  “I’m going to come,” I murmured into his ear.

  And then I did. The sounds of my gasps and groans echoed in the pipe as wave after wave of electric sensations rippled throughout my entire body. The back of my head and most of my hair was dripping with water from the creek, but I didn’t care. I was just so happy I was able to show him he could do that to me.

  Now it was his turn.

  “Come for me, baby,” I whispered with a throaty voice. “I’m on the pill, so you don’t have to worry. I wanna feel you explode inside me.”

  Soon I sensed a quivering in Isaac’s body. His muscles tensed. His breathing almost stopped, and he uttered the most incredible sound of ecstasy. At least, that’s what I assumed it was. The man had reached his climax. And it was a long, long orgasm.

  That pleased me.