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

Would he get it? Did he get it? Could he get it? More. It wasnt a question. It was as if he saw the look in her eyes and understood plain and clear, the way her reactions to the things he did to her that naturally elicited pain as much as pleasure, he now knew that Esther needed it more than sweet and gentle. Tonight she didnt need love making. As much as she just wanted to be in the arms of a man while he took her and gave her pleasure she hadnt known for so long, it quickly turned into the need to be taken. Not just taken like given pleasure. Taken, like at the end of it, she would know no other name but his because she would have screamed it over and over again. She wouldnt feel the pain and sadness she felt over Abbys death or her own intermittent loneliness. She wouldnt wake up alone tomorrow morning feeling dissatisfied and once more waking up to a day that was as boring and eventless as the one prior, where she made no headway in rectifying her loneliness. Instead, she would wake up feeling so well rested, like she unleashed years of pent up tension and aggression. Shed wake up knowing that the tenderness and soreness between her legs was from his incessant and merciless thrust in and out of her. Shed wake up with the warmth of a male body beside her who actually wanted to stay the night and not leave right after the deed. It held so much promise and it was exactly what she wanted and needed. He made to move, shifting their position and standing. But he stumbled, although seemed to correct himself quickly and actually falling into the right position as she found herself facing the back of the love seat as opposed to facing away from it. He was behind her and all excitement spiked in her. He was going to take her from behind. He really was and she could hardly contain herself. It took all she had not to just pull him closer behind her, position him at her entrance and push back to claim what she wanted so badly, exactly how she wanted it. Instead, she steadied her hands on the top of the love seat, her entire upper torso pressed into the back of it and she was on her knees with her bottom right there for him, her pussy drenched and waiting for what he could give her. Really, really hot drunk sex. Her eyes fluttered closed and a soft moan came from her as he nibbled on her neck with more tenacity than before. Her head tilted to the side to expose more flesh to him and her hair fell over promptly one shoulder, completely out of his way. His hot breath against her ear excited her even more and she gripped the top of the seat tightly. Shed need something to hold onto for all dear life. Rough. She whispered. Im not delicate. I can handle anything you give me. She practically moaned the words out. All inhibitions left after the amount of alcohol she drank and so quickly. Her tongue was loosened up and considering he was already doing what she didnt even have to ask him to do, she felt she had strength to punctuate even more what she needed and wanted. And hopefully what he wanted too. There were more pinches and the pinch to her rear caused her insides to jump and her eyes to close as a soft little moan came from her. He was doing this on purpose now, because he knew how well she reacted, how the sensations gave jolts of pleasure right to her very center. But then he did something that surprised her completely. Taking a good hold of her, his hand on her rear disappeared and she was met with a small slap that seemed to further ignite everything that built up. She moaned a clear moan that came from somewhere deep within, like her entire body produced that one and shivers ran through her body. Yes She didnt even have to ask or hesitate. It was all so perfectly timed. Just as he entered her, he finally spanked her and it was more than enough to melt her. This man was a sex god. He knew all the tricks, the perfect timings and definitely didnt disappoint. How he and Abby ever let themselves go she wouldnt be able to understand. If anything, she would just want to keep him so he could do this to her. So at least some part of her became sane again because she was having her desires filled and fueled. Please, Mr. Prattoh that was so perfect. She crooned, praising him as if what he did was the most genius thing ever. Do it again, please. Her bottom pushed into his hips and she leaned back a little bit, pushing her torso up and pushing her body back into his, needing to feel as much of him as she could all over her.