Jeff Anderson (author)


Jeff anderson

"Pull your knees up," he groaned. As she did he leaned back and pressed the head of his cock into her. He sat back upright and lowered her legs down over his, which forced him deeper inside her. He slowly began to rock back and forth and her small tits began to shake with his movement. She pressed her hands against the headboard and forced herself down on to him so that he was fully seated in her and his balls were pressing against her anus. With that realization, his body rejoiced and he knew that he was at the edge of his control. He wouldn’t have long, which was a shame because her pussy was truly amazing and he felt all of her along his entire length. "So close," he growled.

"Not yet," she moaned as she threw her arms out to the side and rolled her head back. She began to roll her hips rather than hump against him. 

He stopped moving and began mentally working his way backward through Harry’s lifetime Seeker stats with the United. By the time he got through the two previous seasons he had built enough control that he was able to start thinking about what he was doing again. He knew he wouldn’t be far off, but he had enough control that he could start working again. "How close are you?"

"Trés," she moaned. "Mettez vos mains sur moi." She put her hands back against the headboard and bore down on him again.

"Say what?" he groaned as leaned back and forced his hips forward.

"Touché moi," she pleaded as she rocked her hips against him.

He grabbed her by the tops of her thighs and hammered into her, his balls slapping against her ass. That was it, his control broke. He came hard, and her high keening joined his guttural growl. 

He could practically feel every muscle in her body clenching and squeezing as he pushed into her with everything he had and spilled into her.

She opened her eyes, they were as blue as the summer sky on perfect day and they fairly seemed to sparkle with an inner light. He could almost feel her pouring in to him, and he was a god.

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"What was that?" Alicia mumbled against Bill’s chest as a growl and scream mingled together as it came through the wall and pierced her pleasant afterglow. She glanced down to see his cock was suddenly hard despite having been spent and flaccid only moments ago. She realized that she was also ready to go again, despite having been on the edge of consciousness seconds before.

"That," Bill said a little surprised, "was my wife." 

"Is she okay?"

"Oh, yeah. She’s more than okay." He chuckled as he ran his hand up and down her spine. "She and her paramour may sleep for the next twelve hours, but they will sleep blissfully."

"Lucky them," Alicia said as she dragged her finger down his chest and stomach until her hand circled his cock. "You aren’t so lucky."

"Depends on your definition of lucky," Bill said with a smile as he tangled his fingers in her hair and pressed his mouth to hers.

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