The Final Race
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1 through F › Fast And The Furious, The › Male/Female
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1 through F › Fast And The Furious, The › Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
3,290
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own The Fast and the Furious, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 6: I Can't Get Enough..
Chapter 12: I Can't Get Enough of Your Love Baby....
She takes the cup away from her lips slowly, and licks them once more, a lone drop of water slowly cascades down her chin. She bites her bottom lip, and raises her brow once again, as a challenge to him. She refills the cup, and sticks her right hand into the cool, refreshing liquid, and sprits herself with small droplets. She throws her head back, while she gathers more water onto her finger tips, taking her hand and placing it at the start of her throat. She lets the tiny drops roll down her flustered body, and she weakly opens her eyes, locking hers with his intense gaze.
He shifts on the couch, his body awaking once more, aching for her. Calling out to consume her once again. He grabs the pillow from the floor and covers his erect member, hiding it from her view. Out of the corner of her eye she sees his action and smiles wide. Time for a little teasing. She leans back against the wall, her breast protruding outward, standing firm.
She slowly turns the cup down, letting the water flow over her sweaty, heat filled body. She shifts a bit, the shock of the cool water, making her gasp softly. Dom's eyes locks onto her rounded, perfectly shaped body. His body, as he calls it from time to time. Her breast was slightly bouncing as she shifts, her soft curls still visible under her curved stomach.
He spreads his legs wider, trying to make himself more comfortable, finding the chilled leather, the pillow, and the site of her only adding more to his distressed member. He moans in desperation as he watches her fingers slowly trail downward, passing over her breast, slowly teasing her nipples, tugging and circling them. Down to her navel where her index finger circles over the hole, and then moves further south.
She slowly slides down the wall, her legs spreading, opening herself up to him, all visible in his sightline. Her left hand spreads her nether lips, giving him perfect view of her sex. She places her right index finger inside her mouth, gently suckling it. She then pulls it out, and places it at her clit, drawing slow circles on her aching flesh. She moans, her eyes clenching, and her back arching, as her ministrations increase.
Seeing her in such a compromising position only sends Dom over the edge. He grabs the pillow almost painfully, and throws the soft cushion back onto the concrete floor. He takes his hand and slowly rounds his palm over his throbbing cock. He begins to pump himself, his eye lids heavy lidded, but still focused on her. She begins to rock against her finger, feeling her body tensing, but knowing release still had a few minutes till it surfaced.
Her left hand releases her lips and trails upward to her left breast, slowly circling her pink pebble. She moans loudly as a new wave of sensations rack her body and heightens her sense of pleasure. Dom's hand begins to pump furiously at his erection, seeing the look on her face, a look he knew all to well, telling him, she was almost ready for her exotic cry of release.
Her mouth gapes with a wide smile like gesture, as her body begins to spasm as wave after wave of orgasm brings her to the final stop of her sexual journey. Her chest heaves as she fights to gain her composer, as Dom pumps one last, rough time, causing his seed to trickle onto the leather cushions, and his toned thighs. After minutes of well needed recovery, they open their eyes, and stare contentedly at each other. Small smiles grace their heart shape lips as they dwell in the aftermath of their love, and needs.
She takes the cup away from her lips slowly, and licks them once more, a lone drop of water slowly cascades down her chin. She bites her bottom lip, and raises her brow once again, as a challenge to him. She refills the cup, and sticks her right hand into the cool, refreshing liquid, and sprits herself with small droplets. She throws her head back, while she gathers more water onto her finger tips, taking her hand and placing it at the start of her throat. She lets the tiny drops roll down her flustered body, and she weakly opens her eyes, locking hers with his intense gaze.
He shifts on the couch, his body awaking once more, aching for her. Calling out to consume her once again. He grabs the pillow from the floor and covers his erect member, hiding it from her view. Out of the corner of her eye she sees his action and smiles wide. Time for a little teasing. She leans back against the wall, her breast protruding outward, standing firm.
She slowly turns the cup down, letting the water flow over her sweaty, heat filled body. She shifts a bit, the shock of the cool water, making her gasp softly. Dom's eyes locks onto her rounded, perfectly shaped body. His body, as he calls it from time to time. Her breast was slightly bouncing as she shifts, her soft curls still visible under her curved stomach.
He spreads his legs wider, trying to make himself more comfortable, finding the chilled leather, the pillow, and the site of her only adding more to his distressed member. He moans in desperation as he watches her fingers slowly trail downward, passing over her breast, slowly teasing her nipples, tugging and circling them. Down to her navel where her index finger circles over the hole, and then moves further south.
She slowly slides down the wall, her legs spreading, opening herself up to him, all visible in his sightline. Her left hand spreads her nether lips, giving him perfect view of her sex. She places her right index finger inside her mouth, gently suckling it. She then pulls it out, and places it at her clit, drawing slow circles on her aching flesh. She moans, her eyes clenching, and her back arching, as her ministrations increase.
Seeing her in such a compromising position only sends Dom over the edge. He grabs the pillow almost painfully, and throws the soft cushion back onto the concrete floor. He takes his hand and slowly rounds his palm over his throbbing cock. He begins to pump himself, his eye lids heavy lidded, but still focused on her. She begins to rock against her finger, feeling her body tensing, but knowing release still had a few minutes till it surfaced.
Her left hand releases her lips and trails upward to her left breast, slowly circling her pink pebble. She moans loudly as a new wave of sensations rack her body and heightens her sense of pleasure. Dom's hand begins to pump furiously at his erection, seeing the look on her face, a look he knew all to well, telling him, she was almost ready for her exotic cry of release.
Her mouth gapes with a wide smile like gesture, as her body begins to spasm as wave after wave of orgasm brings her to the final stop of her sexual journey. Her chest heaves as she fights to gain her composer, as Dom pumps one last, rough time, causing his seed to trickle onto the leather cushions, and his toned thighs. After minutes of well needed recovery, they open their eyes, and stare contentedly at each other. Small smiles grace their heart shape lips as they dwell in the aftermath of their love, and needs.