Garrett's chest heaved, his pale skin glistening with light sheen of sweat as he stood-frozen between Maya's trembling thighs. His cock twitched against her warm, dark bronze flesh, a bead of precum beading at the tip.
The word "No" from her lips still echoed in his skull, a jolt of icy clarity cutting through the molten haze of his lust.
He wanted her so badly his muscles ached with it, his pulse pounded in his ears, but a flicker of something logical held him back. His hands tightened on her hips, fingers digging deep into her gentle curves, anchoring him as he fought the primal squall in his blood to bury himself inside her unprotected heat.
"Maya, I want you so bad it hurts," he growled, his voice low and rough and thick and wet with need.
"But we can't. Not like this."
Maya whimpered beneath him, her dark hair fanning wildly across the couch cushions, a chaotic halo against the fabric. Her bronze skin flushed a deep, fevered hue, her volleyball-honed body taut with unrestrained desire. Clara's power, The Pressure, coursed through her veins, stripping away every ounce of restraint, every echo of her familial values.
Maya arched her back, her toned legs spreading wider, offering herself fully. Her glistening folds parted slightly, pink and wet, a blatant invitation that made Garrett's throat tighten and his jaw clench.
"I don't care," she gasped, her voice raw and jagged, utterly dripping with desperation.
"I need you inside me. Now."
Her hands flew to his shoulders, nails raking across his white skin, leaving faint red scratches as she pulled him closer to thrust her tongue deep in his mouth, her inexperience drowned by the tidal wave of her unleashed thirst.
From her armchair, Clara's eyes narrowed, glinting with a predatory sheen. Her fingers stilled inside her jeans, slick with her own arousal, then she tuned into the reckless edge of Maya's desire. She leaned forward, her voice slicing through the thick air, sultry yet firm.
"Garrett, there's a condom in the drawer by the couch. Use it."
The command landed like a whipcrack, her thighs pressing together as she drank in their lust. Her own pulse quickened, her body humming with the feedback of their heat. She was both voyeur and instigator, her arousal continuing to swelling as she watched Maya's surrender and Garrett's fleeting restraint collide.
Garrett hesitated, then lunged for the drawer, his erection swaying with each hurried step. His fingers fumbled with the wooden handle, yanking it open to snatch a foil packet from inside. The crinkle of the wrapper sounded loud in the charged silence. He tore it with his teeth, hands trembling from the cocktail of adrenaline and want surging through him.
Maya watched, her full lips parting as she bit down on the lower one, her fingers drifting between her thighs. She circled her clit slowly, deliberately, her touch light but insistent, her eyes locked on Garrett's cock as he rolled the condom down the throbbing length. The latex stretched tight over his average girth, hugging every ridge, the tip already glistening with precum trapped beneath it.
"Hurry," she pleaded, her voice a shaky thread, her body quivering as anticipation coiled tighter in her core.
He returned to her, his athletic frame looming as he gripped her hips and forcefully tugged her to the couch's edge. Her ass hung slightly off the cushion, perfectly positioned. He knelt between her legs, his hands steadying her trembling thighs as he aligned himself.
The tip of his sheathed cock brushed her slick entrance, drawing a sharp gasp from her lips. He paused, looking into her eyes--wide, trusting, blazing with a need that mirrored his own. "You mean everything to me," he murmured, his voice soft but heavy with truth.
Then, with a gentle but deliberate push, he entered her. Maya's breath caught, a cry spilling out as her virgin walls stretched around him, tight and unyielding at first until she relaxed. The sensation was overwhelming--hot, wet, gripping him like she was made for him. Garret moaned, his forehead dropping to hers, skin hot as he sank deeper, inch by inch.
Her pussy pulsed around him, a velvet vise that made his head spin. He started to move, pulling back slowly, then thrusting forward, each motion cautious, letting her adjust.
"I want you deeper--I think I can take it."
Maya's moans filled the room, raw and unrestrained, her hands clawing at his back, nails digging into his flesh. Her breasts jostled with each steady thrust, dark nipples peaked and hard against her bronze skin. The air thick with the musk of sex and the sharp tang of her arousal. "Harder," she begged, her voice breaking, The Pressure fueling her abandon. Garrett obeyed, his pace steady, hips snapping into hers with a force that began to rock the couch. The wet slap of skin on skin punctuated the air, primal and urgent.
"I'm so wet for you, don't stop, don't you fucking stop."
Clara's breath grew shallow, her fingers plunging deeper into her jeans as she mirrored Maya's rising pleasure. She watched Garrett's ass flex with each powerful thrust, the muscles of his back bunching beneath his pale skin. Maya's legs trembled, wrapped loosely around his waist, her toes curling as jolts of sensation shot through her. The room reeked of their coupling--arousal and the faint rubbery scent of the condom. Clara moaned softly, her free hand gripping the armchair's edge, her body thrumming as she fed off their ecstasy.
"Give it to her," she whispered, not using her power, just enjoying the primal linkage of the two fit teens.
Garrett's thrusts grew relentless, his balls clapping against Maya's ass with each plunge. Her moans escalated, jagged and wild, her fingers wrapping around his neck as she pulled him into a messy kiss. Their tongues clashed, sloppy and desperate, her breath hot against his lips.
