Envy, trust, fabrication, deception, betrayal ... can love thrive with depraved intentions skulking at every corner?
Can a relationship survive the turmoil of a begrudged heart?
Will Axle locate his love? Will Eric and Shelly sail off into the sunse...
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Eric
Rounding the corner, Shelly's building comes into view. My pace is that of an Olympic sprinter, this fucking hard on has ceased to relent in thirty minutes, it needs to be relieved quickly.
Arriving on her floor, I stampede into her office, flinging the door open, unbuttoning my shirt, letting it hit the floor. Shelly's eyes are wide in perplexity, my actions are abrupt, almost explosive.
I grab her by her lower neck, locating her ass with force, kissing her with a ferocious fury I hadn't known I possessed. My hands scour every inch of her body in a frenzy.
Unable to contain my urgency, in a swift move, I turn her backside towards me. Peeling her shirt apart, buttons fly in the air exposing her tits, massaging them to fill my demand. The desire for satisfaction is unfluctuating and eminent.
Discarding everything on her desk, I push her to bend before me, lifting her skirt, ripping the thin piece of material that's halting me from my utmost gratification.
Using my fingers, I ensure she's moist to handle my hardened cock. I scoured every inch of her insides. My uncontrolled state allows me to enjoy her essence coating my fingers.
Fuck! Patience is not my forte right now, unzipping my pants, I tug my cock through the hole, slicking my head, ramming into her with more force than ever before. Her desk screeches while her screams fill my ears causing my dick to twitch inside her.
I can't help myself, I fuck her like a horny teenager, jackhammering as if discovering the ultimate pleasure of sex for the first time, thrusting into her like a rabbit in heat.
Coiling my hand in her hair, I steady her in place to remove the pink lace from my pocket. Concealing my nose in Maddie's scent, I inhale deep, to commit her scent to memory, my eyes shut in contentment.
I pummel into her hot, tight pussy, envisioning Maddie's huge breasts bouncing with each stroke. Thoughts of her moaning my name makes my dick throb, craving to perceive her voice in the throws of passion, just once.
Spreading her legs, watching my cock disappear, sinking into her perfect pussy. Playing with her clit, watching her cum glaze my dick!
Fuck! Stroking her harder, her salacious whimpers fill my ears adding to my fantasy. Phantom images of Madeline's face contorting in sheer pleasure govern my thoughts. I hunger to be the cause of such sought after gratification.
"ERIC!"
"Shut up!" Shelly's voice distracts from my lecherous vision of Maddie. A sudden surge of anger fills my veins. Pulling Shelly up by the back of her neck, she gives a slight whimper. Fucking her harder with each thrust upward, her body lifts to her toes, impaled by my dick. My fingers dig into her flesh, gripping her, ensuring her only movement is what I permit.
Her moans grow louder with each robust stroke, covering her mouth to muffle her sounds, I attack with swift, brisk upward movements, each moan another chime for my culmination.
