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Erotic fiction inspired by Alyssia Kent and Aruna Aghora in “Back Home Reloaded

I was angry with her. She had made me mad. Does it matter how or why? The emotions were the same. I was so furious I didn’t even want to talk to her.

When she got home, I was still mad. She had forgotten her keys so I had to go down to the front gate and let her in, which just made me even angrier. But she was remorseful, wrapping her arms around me, holding me tight. A chink in my fury appeared and I allowed myself to hug her back.

We went inside in silence and I sat waiting for her on the bed while she changed. I was meant to be angry but she was naked and gorgeous. How was I supposed to make her feel guilty when she was standing there right in front of me in her panties and a little T-shirt that looked more like a bra?

Did she know she was turning me on? She stood there with her hands behind her back, looking down, curvy hips putting thoughts into my head. Was it guilt that kept her eyes on the floor or was she toying with me? Did she know I liked it when she acted so demure?

Whatever, I thought. She had made me mad and now she needed to make it up to me. I stepped in front of her, ran my hands over her hips and let my fingers trace around her belly button. She kept her hands behind her back and leaned against the bedroom wall. I looked at her, waited for her to turn her face up to mine, then kissed her, taking her lower lip between mine, sucking and nipping a little.

I watched her face for signs that she was playing me as I ran my hands over her breasts. They’re big and round and I love to touch them. My fingers grazed her nipples as she looked into my eyes, then I pulled her T-shirt up and squeezed her tits.

She remained where she was, arms behind her back, leaning against the wall, as I hooked my thumbs inside her panties and pulled them down around her thighs. My anger had been outpaced by my desire. I squatted down in front of her, kissing her shaved mons, nuzzling up against her slit with her legs together, trapped by her panties.

I wanted her. I licked at her slit, searching for her clit. She started to gasp and moan, one hand moving from the wall to touch my hair. I had her turned on too.

I stood up and we kissed, her tongue pushing deep into my mouth, her breasts pressing against my chest. She tugged her panties off and kicked them away and I got back down on my knees and licked her as she lifted one leg and spread herself open for me.

I was wet for her, hot for her, madly aroused. My anger had been forgotten, though it still influenced my actions. I wasn’t gentle with her clit; I rubbed it hard with two fingers, wanting her to shudder and twitch. My tongue spread her lips open, finding her hole, seeking out her juices and spreading them all over her pussy.

I stuck two fingers inside her, fucking her fast and hard, my hand grinding against her clit. I stood and pressed against her as she closed her eyes and moaned, lost in the agony and the ecstasy.

She still owed me. I spun her around and took her place against the wall, looking into her eyes and waiting for her to undress me. She opened my top, squeezed my tits and pulled my jeans down to my knees. Kneeling in front of me, she squeezed her hand into the gap between my thighs and rubbed me through my panties. She knew I was horny, could feel how wet I was. My juices had stained my panties, and my lips were coated in thick, gooey pussy juice. Her fingers made my clit buzz.

I pulled my pants off and put my foot up on the bed, grabbed her head and pushed her face into my crotch, moaning when her tongue met my clit, groaning when it curled down and lapped at my hole.

She owed me…

I turned around and bent over, leaning up against the wall, pushing my ass out. She knew what I wanted. She grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled me open, her tongue sliding over my slick pussy and lapping at my puckered asshole. That got me so hot, I was writhing on the spot, grinding my body against the wall, my ass against her face as her tongue dived into my hole.

One hand slipped around my waist, searching for my clit, and the other sent two fingers into me while her tongue licked my asshole. I came on her hands and tongue, bucking my whole body back against her, pushing my ass into her face.

Once I had cooled down, we kissed some more, smiling. We had made up. For now…

 

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