Lost Hour, Burning Desire

The rain hammered against the windows of the motel room, a relentless rhythm mirroring the frantic pulse in John’s throat. Last night had been a fever dream of lust and desperate longing, fueled by the tantalizing scent of Allyson’s skin and the insistent heat of her touch. But the aftermath, the lingering emptiness, had been a bitter pill to swallow. He’d paced the room, restless and frustrated, replaying every touch, every whispered word, every stolen glance, wishing he could recapture the intensity, the raw, primal connection they’d shared. Now, as he stepped through the doorway, the rain seemed to intensify, reflecting the turmoil within him.

He’d expected silence, a quiet home to retreat to after a long day. Instead, he found her sprawled across the plush velvet couch, bathed in the soft glow of the television screen, a small, satisfied smile playing on her lips. And in her lap, nestled amongst the cushions, was the Purple Dick, a gift from a particularly memorable night, still radiating an almost palpable heat.

“I couldn’t wait for you to get home,” she purred, her voice husky with pleasure. “My pussy was screaming for attention, and I just couldn’t hold out any longer.” Her legs were spread wide, revealing a generous expanse of pale skin, her nipples taut and pink beneath the thin silk of her negligee. The Purple Dick, a vibrant shade of magenta, was pulsing gently in her hand, a silent testament to the desires they’d both indulged in.

John felt a jolt of both satisfaction and disappointment. The anticipation, the yearning, had been replaced by a sudden, undeniable realization: she’d already begun to satiate herself. A wave of frustration washed over him, quickly followed by a surge of renewed lust. “Well!” he said, stripping off his shirt, revealing a sculpted chest and a taut abdomen, “I guess that means I can at least give you a fill up…”

Allyson tilted her head, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “No… I’ve got her satisfied for a while. But I’ve been thinking it’s time to show that cock of yours just how much I love it.” Her voice dripped with playful dominance, a subtle challenge that ignited a fire in John’s veins. He shifted closer, his gaze locked on her lips, yearning for the next stage of their twisted dance.

As he reached for her, she slowly slid her hand up and across her stomach, her fingers trailing down his chest, sending shivers crawling across his skin. Leaning into him as she stood, she planted a quick, devouring kiss on his lips, a promise of the pleasure to come. “Hmm… Let’s see…” she whispered, her breath warm against his skin. Then, with a predatory grace, she gently pushed him into the recliner, securing him in place like a captured animal.

Allyson had been meticulously planning this moment for weeks, savoring the anticipation, building the tension until it reached a fever pitch. It’s just that things kept getting in the way! The daily grind, the unexpected encounters, the lingering scent of other men – all conspired to keep him from fulfilling his deepest desires. But now, here she was, ready to unleash the torrent of pleasure he so desperately craved.

She knelt in front of him, her eyes burning with intensity, and with a decisive movement, grabbed his throbbing cock. The sheer audacity of her action sent a jolt of electricity through his body. “Lay back and close your eyes,” she commanded, her voice low and husky. He obeyed without hesitation, surrendering to the intoxicating pull of her presence.

As he relaxed, a soft moan escaped his lips, a testament to the mounting pleasure. He opened his eyes slightly, catching a glimpse of her naked form, her muscles rippling beneath her skin as she began to stroke his member with confident, skillful hands. The rhythm was slow at first, building gradually, teasing him with the promise of release.

He started to open his eyes and murmur a thank-you, but she grinned at him and said, “it’s not a surprise if you’re watching…” He smiled and closed his eyes again, savoring the moment, letting the anticipation build. Just when he thinks the spray is about to start, Allyson suddenly let go. She quickly threw a blanket over his face – “gotta make sure!” – plunging him into darkness.

Before he can say anything back, he felt her warm mouth wrap around his now massive cock. “Oh! I…” Head covered by the blanket, John felt -more than heard- a muffled “mmmm…hmmm…mmmmmh…” He blindly runs his fingers through her hair, searching for reassurance, for a hint of the pleasure to come. “I meant it when I said you don’t have to go all the way,” he whispered, his voice thick with desire. But as the last word left his lips, Allyson suddenly pulls off… and starts jacking him hard and fast. Just in time, she whips the blanket off his face, gives a giant smile, and quickly positions her naked body to watch John’s hot cum start flying – streams of hot cream spattering across her face, chest and stomach.

“I am so sorry about last night. Your tongue sent shivers through me, and left me speechless. I wanted so badly to jump on top of you right then and there…” she purred, her eyes locked on his. “But you were so focused on me, so lost in the moment, that you didn’t notice the pleasure I was finding in your body.”

“Oh, my sweet, sweet, sexy wiffle… I was hurt. I was. But I’ll never stop thinking about meeting every need you have. In bed or otherwise! How I’ve longed–” she continued, her voice a silken thread of longing. “To feel your touch, to taste your desire, to lose myself in the depths of your passion.”

“Honey, shhhh..! It’s my fault. I’ve wanted to do this for months… years! But everything gets in the way. That’s not fair, and I WILL do better. Just promise–” she pleaded, her hand caressing his cheek.

“My sexy girl, I’m not going anywhere. I won’t die from a lack of your skilled hands and lips –both sets!! The Father gave me you, gave you me, to fill all the needs we can’t alone. He made us to be together in every way, so I will NEVER stop chasing you… or the things you’ve been so gifted to do.” He felt a surge of gratitude wash over him, a profound understanding of the depth of her desire, and his own yearning.

“Speaking of both sets…” Allyson cocks an eye, “These think they can do even better…” as she strokes his semi-erect cock back to life, and proceeds to let her pussy lick the last drops from his head… A final, desperate act of pleasure, sealing the moment, solidifying their connection. The rain continued to fall, but inside the motel room, the heat remained, a vibrant testament to the raw, untamed passion that had just been unleashed.

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Lost Hour, Burning Desire

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