Hunger, Part Three

Thankfully, two agents from the Organized Crime Unit called Doggett five minutes later to inform him that he and Monica were being relieved of their surveillance duties. Both breathed a sigh of relief, unsure if they could hold out much longer. John had no interest in staking out a Teamster's house when he could be getting Monica naked and making her scream. For her part, Monica wanted nothing more than to feel John's weight upon her as he pounded her mercilessly.

Once free of their job-related obligations, John drove home at a near break-neck speed. They had not discussed at whose home they would be staying tonight, but there was a silent understanding that they would go to John's place because it was closest. She spent most of her nights there anyway. Over the past few months, many of Monica's possessions had found their way into John's house, primarily at John's urging. Having her there made it feel more like a home, and he liked it that way.

They stopped at a red light and Monica began stroking John's inner thigh. She touched him lightly enough that he shivered yet firmly enough to make him bite his lip in agony. His erection was growing rapidly with every touch of her long fingers. She was coyly engaging him in a game of torture, much to his delight.

A ten minute drive felt like an eternity. Finally, John pulled up to the curb in front of his house and jumped out of the car like he had been sitting on a spring. Ever the gentleman, he moved around to the passenger's side to open the door for Monica, but she was already out of the car. Intoxicated with desire, they raced each other to the front door. John arrived first, fumbling with his keys in a frantic attempt to unlock the door. Monica was at his side in an instant, and she pawed at him like she hadn’t touched him in years.

“Hurry up, John, or I’m going to fuck you right out here in front of your neighbors,” she hissed as her hand returned to his crotch.

God, he loved it when words like that came out of her sweet little mouth. John swallowed hard as he managed to get the door open Monica scooted inside ahead of him and watched as John entered and kicked the door closed.

Finally, they were completely alone.

Their eyes met for a split second, and Monica mouthed the words "I want you," as she ran her tongue across her upper lip.

"And you will have me, baby," he said, as he grabbed her head between his hands and pulled her toward him. Their lips met in a steamy kiss. Monica's mouth opened immediately for him, and she thrilled in the sensation of his hot, wet tongue feasting on her mouth. As the kisses grew more rough and desperate, so did the movements of their hands as they explored each other's bodies.

Finally, John broke the kiss and pulled back, locking eyes with Monica. He resembled a killer shark circling his prey.

"So, Monica, you want it sweet or you want it dirty?" he rasped.

She was still breathless from the kiss. "Whichever way that will get you inside me the quickest," she panted.

That was all he needed to hear. He pushed her up against the back of the front door and kissed her again, hard. Monica snaked her hands over John's chest, her fingers moving rapidly down to their intended destination. She undid John's belt and pulled his pants down to his hips, taking his boxer shorts down in the process. He let out a little whimper as she began playing with his erection, firmly stroking his thick rod with practiced ease.

"Monica. . ." John closed his eyes, reveling in the sensation of her slender fingers gliding along his turgid flesh. But he knew that he'd explode in her hand if she kept touching him like that. He wanted to be inside her when he came.

Abruptly he grabbed her by the wrists, raising them above her head. Monica knew that it was his turn to take charge of their erotic dance, and so she relented, content to turn over the control to him. An instant later he released his grip on her in order to yank her slacks down, which in turn were followed by her panties. Monica managed to wriggle one foot free of the constraints, but the other remained tangled in her pants, which were now pooled around her ankle. There was not time for a complete removal of clothing: that would have to wait until later. John ran his hands along the front of her blouse, trying to at least get her buttons undone. This seemingly simple task turned into a near impossible one. At that moment, his need for her was so great that his hands trembled.

"Just rip it," she commanded. John looked at her questioningly but then complied, harshly yanking her blouse open and pushing her bra up to expose the breasts that he had been longing to fondle all day. Several of the buttons popped off her blouse and landed on the hardwood floor with a subdued click.

Monica was frozen in place as John bent his head to tongue her nipples, which were now so stiff as to be painful. First one, then the other. At some point her right hand had strayed and was now wandering in his hair, her index finger drawing imaginary figure-eights on his scalp. When John took a nipple between his teeth and gently pulled on it, Monica cried out, unsure of just how much more she could take. The throbbing between her legs had become excruciating.

"Please, John," Monica pleaded in a shaky voice.

He nodded in reply. This was the second time today that he'd made her beg.

She watched, hypnotized, as he grabbed his cock and swiped it between her folds, collecting some of her hot moisture. He was pleased that she was so wet for him. No more words were spoken as he hoisted Monica's leg over his hip and plunged himself into her tight heat. He buried himself deep inside her, eliciting a animalistic groan from Monica. She grabbed onto his shoulders and closed her eyes as he withdrew slightly, then pushed back in again.

"Oh, Monica," was all he could croak out as his pumping settled into a steady rhythm. Monica's nails were digging into him now, and she held onto John as though her life depended on it.

"That's so good, John. Oh, you feel so good inside me," Monica babbled. John grabbed her other leg and wrapped it around him. Now her feet were completely off the floor, and her body was pinned between the door and the weight of John's body. He was moving more deeply inside her this way, thrusting up and in. Up and in, again and again. Her back was banging against the door and would have been uncomfortable in any other situation, but right now she wasn't even aware of it. All she knew was John.

Her clit was being stimulated by the pounding he was giving her. When John felt her inner muscles clamp down around his engorged member, he knew she was nearly there. John was trying to hold off his impending release but it was damn near impossible. The way this woman affected him was unlike anything he had ever felt before. She made him feel like a teenager, for crying out loud.

Finally Monica let loose with a scream that could wake the dead, and that was John’s cue to let go. He groaned as he unloaded deep inside her, his cock pulsing out every drop of juice his body had to offer.

Once his convulsion-like movements had ceased, John put his arms around her and held her close. They stood there for a minute just catching their breath. Finally, he leaned in and kissed Monica tenderly, their primal urges now temporarily satisfied.

"What you do to me . . . " Monica said, awestruck at the feelings this man evoked in her. John placed her feet back on the ground and steadied her. “Oh, I love you, John.”

"I love you, too, baby," he breathed. It was at times like this that he wondered what he had done to deserve the love of someone so beautiful, both inside and out. "What a woman you are, Monica Reyes." His voice was filled with adoration.

Monica buried her head in his shoulder and sighed. "You make me feel every inch a woman, John."

"Oh, you're every inch a woman, and then some," John said with a knowing smile. He released his arms and began collecting their clothes. "C'mon, let's go upstairs and get cleaned up."

"Why?" Monica giggled, as she playfully grabbed her panties and flung them at him. "We're only going to get dirty again."

John clutched her underwear to his chest. "Oh? We are, are we?"

"Oh yeah. I'm not finished with you. Not by a long shot," she purred. She had finished undressing and was completely naked now, and John's eyes widened with renewed desire. He pulled her close to him and kissed her again, all the while running his hands along her warm and welcoming flesh.

“Can I ask what you have in mind?” His curiosity was piqued.

She blew an imaginary kiss in his direction. “So impatient . . . go upstairs and take off the rest of your clothes and maybe you’ll find out.”

John said nothing but took off running up the stairs. He had not taken the time to pull his pants all the way back up, and Monica suppressed a laugh when he stumbled slightly.

“Be careful,” she called out after him. “Wouldn’t want you hurt anything important.”

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