Thread: The Point of No Return (The_PG&Malicious Lullaby)

Esther set the bar quite high with her moaning desire. She could handle it all, she said. She wasn't a delicate little flower that needed to be plucked gently because if he was rough she would fall to pieces. She said that and in Pratt's mind clearly stated what the rest of the evening would contain in explicit detail though she did not even need to spell it out. She said it, and almost as if on command, he did it. The cry for more fueled resolve through an already fired, sweaty, strong body that reacted like an engine as gas is flooded through the cylinders. Yes, an engine, perfectly tuned and well ordered machinery that put out power in the measurement of horses, not men, and though he knew he was no horse in any sense of the word, Pratt felt like a stallion let out to stud a second later. Even as the first slap faded from memory and began to erase itself from Esther's white skin he found a steady rhythm that was both powerful and well oiled. He move steadily, making sure each thrust was just under enough control that he could steer his rock hard cock to collisions inside of Esther that slowly but steadily began to take her breath away. The pulling out was done in a way to assure his throbbing, mushroomed, slick head did not leave the withering warm folds of her pussy and kept him well balanced. The balance was important, because he only had one hand now firmly latched to Esther's shoulder to keep him steady. The other hand was for something else. The rippling reactions from where his hand fell against her initially cool, smooth, soft skin reached every corner of Pratt's body. The slap would land and he would first feel the vibration that traveled through Esther's body. The next ripple was squeezing, clenching, massaging, and clutching of his hot tool buried deep inside of her folds. Another delightful ripple was the heat that suddenly began to spill off of Esther's ass against his hips, hand, and continued to warm the oven of her womanhood. Lastly were the delightful ripples that were the reactions that painted themselves across her faith, and echoed from her soft lips. Pratt shivered and felt each ripple as it slowly ebbed the tide of his pending pleasure higher and higher up the shoreline. Still, whether it was the gin or the fact that the entire experience was so good, he felt nowhere near the end of his rope. Even as his breathing deepened and steadied to the point that they could be heard echoing about the room over and over again. Sweat dripped from his chest to add to the growing wetness's between their legs. Their skin moved together with hardly any friction thanks to the lubrication, and only a sweetly sound of slithering to attest to the fact that they were moving. A sound that was quickly erased by the increasingly louder, and louder sounds of Pratt's hands impacting with Esther's ass. The skin that had been pearly white with only a flush of red from their exertion was quickly becoming bright, bright red. The glistening of sweat only causing it to glean brighter and brighter. For a few moments it was only one cheek, but thanks to the steady and well balanced act Pratt was able to maintain as he drove his cock into Esther over and over again, mid-stroke he was able to cross his arm above their bodies, underneath the one holding her for his own balance, and bring his hand down with enough force to cause the other cheek to begin going red. Quite soon this latest trick was able to be fixed into their synergy, with every third or fourth strike raining on the opposite cheek. It was far from monotonous, because of how delightful each and every reaction was that came from Esther's body and mind. A sudden tightening and shudder nearly catapulted Pratt into the crevice of pleasure that seemed to stretch for miles. A grunt, and deep breath along with an immediate freeze to any movement kept him from tipping over the edge. The sudden stop though, finally aided by his intoxication, brought Pratt crashing forward into Esther, slamming her into the love seat and Pratt immediately following into her back. With his feet still on the carpet and one armed pinned underneath both their frames it seemed far too much effort to rise again. Instead Pratt growled an extremely pleased and rather lecherous sound directly into Esther's ear, the one still clear of hair, and his free hand dug between her body and the seat fiercely while the other hand burrowed backward until they were both upon her breasts. He squeezed powerfully on the flesh he could feel, and created a small pocket between the top of Esther and the seat. Enough so that his fingers could find each delicate nub once again. The gap also gave Pratt just enough room to gain traction with his feet again, and begin to move his hips once again. Now he drove up rather than in, and the new angle caused another shudder to tear through his body. With his mouth so close to Esther's delicious neck, he began to nibble again before it turned into a bite though lower on her shoulder now. She was so delicious, and so sexy, Pratt felt as if he could simply not stop himself. This time the apex of his pleasure was approaching much quicker, and much more violently, there would be no holding back. God, Esther, He breathed her name in between a nibble, Yer gonna be makin me... He trailed off as a groan that turned into a low growl ripped from his abdomen, through his chest, and out his mouth in a hot blast against her skin.