The House of Robles 1.10

Carmela yelped at the invasion, feeling the intrusive monster hit the farthest reaches of her being. After a brief stay, the cock slid out, washing the young woman with a sense of relief and a guilty pleasure at being penetrated so roughly. Then, the beast returned, barreling through her pussy like a train and halting only when there was no more place for it to go. She shrieked again, as her eyes clamped shut and her body reacted with a wild ardor she'd hardly ever experienced before. Well, maybe once before, when she'd screwed her husband's father...

Drake's free hand came into play, grabbing and pinching at her aroused breasts through the soft lace of her bra. "What's your man gonna say?" He teased, withdrawing himself entirely. "When you tell him you had nearly nine inches of big, black cock bangin' your ass."

"Do you want to talk about him all night?" Carmela snapped back. "Or do you want to fuck me instead?"

Feeling her legs being spread far apart, she watched as Drake guided himself back into her. She winced as the considerable length slid inside, half hoping that Drake would leave himself planted there and throw her body into some sort of extended orgasm. He complied somewhat, starting a steady rhythm of advance and retreat, each long stroke coursing shock waves into the fit and willing Latina.

Drake's movements sped up, his extra large balls slapping harshly on Carmela's exposed ass. "Your hubby's gonna be so mad when he finds out..."

Somehow, Carmela managed to push Drake back and bring her strained legs back on the ground. "I want to do it this way." She explained to Drake, who for the first time that night was expressing uncertainty. He was pretty used to getting his way, Carmela thought to herself, instead turning around and leaning into the SUV. Her tight ass beckoned him closer.

Drake rubbed the firm flesh of her butt for a few seconds, then brought his hands under her abdomen and squeezed her breasts just long enough to hear Carmela purr in response.

"Ding, ding! Round Two." He announced, and a second later, he backed off and positioned himself behind her. Slowly, he slipped his long tool into her.

Feeling Drake's thrusts was not enough, prompting Carmela to take control. She pushed herself backwards, shoving her body at him, engulfing him, and once she'd taken him entirely in, she gritted her teeth and commenced a steady rotation of her hips. She slowly pulled away on her own, and slammed her butt back into him, impaling herself with pleasure and daring the sensation to ascend to the next level. After a handful of these erotic efforts, Drake simply held onto her lean waist and let her do all the work.

Carmela twisted the long cock sideways, then up, then down, letting its heat simmer inside her until she could no longer bear it. She moaned out loud as her climax began to engulf her, jumpstarting Drake into action. He gripped her hips like a vise, slamming short and decisive strokes that further agitated her cries, until her sensuous reaction brought him right up to the edge and drove him past it. He exploded into her, his grip tightening and his own throat uttering rough grunts of release. As they both climaxed, Drake decreased his tempo and rocked back and forth until all of his energies had been siphoned out.

Exhausted, Drake pulled himself out and braced an unsteady arm against the side of the vehicle. Carmela turned around and dropped heavily onto the back of the SUV, her face moist with sweat.

"Whew!" Carmela panted. "That was totally worth the price of a movie ticket. I have to see you again."

"I aim to please." Drake smiled, using a corner of his boxers to wipe away the last of his expulsion. "Too bad there won't be a next time."

"And why not? Don't tell me you've got a nag waiting for you, too."

"Nuthin' like that. Just your man, and how he might disapprove of me and my Nearly Nine." Drake replied, gesturing as if Carmela should know better. "A hot thing like you should be kept under watch twenty-four-seven."

She stared back at him mischievously. "My sex life has been turned upside down over the last couple of weeks. I might just be looking for something with no strings attached."

"So, you're looking for a rematch? Izzat right?"

Carmela smiled and nodded. She took a moment to locate her small purse, and withdrew the telephone, which she used to verify the time. "I gotta get going." She said, remembering her ruined blouse. "You owe me for my blouse. That thing cost me over sixty bucks, and I intend to make you pay for every button you broke off of it." She scolded, and pensively softened her tone as she thought of her state of appearance. "I'll have to stop at the gym to take a quick shower, too. No way I can go home looking like this."

Drake zipped up his pants. "Yeah, well maybe I can make an exception for you. Seein' as how I might have some time open on my busy schedule."

"Whatever." Carmela replied, starting to put her own clothes back in order. She paused to activate the memory on her phone. "Give your the digits, and if I feel like it, I might get back to you."

Drake smiled and gave up his phone number. "If I see it's you calling, I might just answer."

"You are such an asshole." Carmela teased, gathering up the rest of her things as she quickly worked out what she was going to say when she got back home. Ever since that stressful call from Frankie earlier, she thought to herself blissfully, things had brightened up considerably.