His hands wrapped tightly around her hips, holding her firmly in place as he began thrusting in and out of her deeply, his cock filling her up completely. Each thrust sent waves of raw pleasure through her body, and she screamed loudly in response, each sound becoming more and more guttural as he continued. Her skin was slick with a glistening sheen of sweat, her body trembling with the intensity of his sex. The sound of the bed creaked and squeaked beneath them, adding to the symphony of their passion in the room. He was relentless, his movements forceful and electric, the hold on her hips tightening and releasing as he claimed her without mercy.
"Oh fuck, yes, right there! Harder, Daddy, harder!" Andrea cried out in pleasure.
She could feel her orgasm building, the waves of pleasure already beginning to crest and crash within her. Her back arched, nails digging into the sheets. The blood pounded in her ears as she felt the pressure inside her building higher and higher, unstoppable, almost consuming her.
Suddenly Jeremy yanked her back by the hair, his hard cock continuing to ravage her, lifting her upper body off the bed until it felt like she was weightless. She could feel his hot breath on her neck as he leaned in close to her ear; she could feel his finger finding her clit, becoming instantly slick with her desire. Every muscle in her body clenched as the thickness of his cock swept over her G-spot again and again, building towards an unbearable and unstoppable crescendo.
"Be a good girl. Cum for me," he commanded.
Clawing at the sheets, Andrea screamed out as the orgasm ripped through her, riding waves of ecstasy that consumed her entire body. Andrea gasped for air as the pleasure washed over her, building up again and again, taking her higher and higher with each passing moment. Her eyes blurred and she closed them tightly, unable to think of anything else but the sensation of Jeremy driving into her again and again.
And then, it hit her again, the sensation even stronger than before. A white-hot blade spread through her entire body, from her fingertips to her toes, as she quaked in pleasure. Jeremy's fingers were still on her clit, his touch lighting up her nerves in the most incredible way. Her hips bucked uncontrollably as she came again, pulled apart by the wave of pleasure until it finally crashed over her, leaving her drained and trembling from head to toe.
Before Andrea had time to think, Jeremy spun her around so that she was facing him, her eyes seeing double as he felt his rock-hard desire pressing against her lips.
"You're a dirty little cum slut, aren't you?" Jeremy growled, his voice low and seductive.
Andrea shivered with pleasure as she heard his words, her body still trembling from the intense orgasm that had just rocked her to her very core. She nodded eagerly as Jeremy began stroking his cock. She felt her own excitement and desire building with each stroke, her heart racing with anticipation of what was to come.
As Jeremy reached his peak, a deep groan escaped his lips and he came, hot spurts of his essence splattering over Andrea's face, covering her in his sticky warmth. Andrea moaned in pleasure, her eyes half-open and mouth ajar as she tasted the thick salty substance dripping onto her tongue. She savored the pleasure of the hot cum on her face and in her mouth, the feeling so intensely arousing that orgasmic shivers of pleasure pulsed all the way to her toes.
Jeremy grabbed a handful of her hair, roughly and powerfully, and flung her down onto the bed. There Andrea lay in a daze, moaning with every breath, her entire body quivering uncontrollably.
"Fuck, I needed that," Jeremy said between heavy, satisfied breaths, continuing to stroke his hard cock with predatorial anticipation as he looked down at Andrea's helpless, dominated body.
Suddenly, the distant sound of keys jangling outside the front door caused his heart to thud with trepidation. Andrea shot into a seated position, her eyes wide, and although her body was still aflame with the passion and intensity she had shared with Jeremy, she knew that the ramifications of being caught would be catastrophic.
"Go!" she hissed at him with a whispered yell.
Jeremy, with a surge of adrenaline, fumbled to get dressed and darted towards the window, praying that he could make his escape unnoticed. As he climbed out into the golden-hour sunlight, he paused for a moment to take one last look at Andrea, but caught only a glimpse of her supple behind, red and swollen now, disappearing quickly behind the bathroom door. As he heard the sound of a door creaking open and footsteps echoing through the hallway, he dropped to the ground and ran as fast as he could back to the limo waiting for him around the corner.
"Take me home, Tony," he said to his driver, slightly out of breath. As the Rolls-Royce began rolling silently through the tranquil suburban streets, Jeremy sealed his eyes and sank into the lavish leather seats. He dreaded returning home to Olivia, that depressing bitch, her youth and allure steadily eluding her grasp, following in the footsteps of her forlorn ambition. If only her entitled vanity allowed her to pleasure him like Andrea could. He heaved a morose sigh, opening the car's liquor cabinet, then poured himself a large glass of Macallan 18 and savored a generous gulp. *Jack is home from college,* he thought to himself, a bitter frown forming. With every passing year, his son's pitiful weakness stung more on his conscience like the scar of an ember, an unshakeable failure of this soul. He should have sent him to military academy instead of allowing his mother to smother and "raise" him under her wings. He sipped his whiskey again, gazing outward at the approaching city lights, the frustration of the last two days creeping back into his thoughts.
