Chapter 77: Stacy’s (R18) (Buy Privilege Please)

"Hey, Kyl—"

Stacy didn’t get to finish the name.

*kiss*

The moment the door opened fully and she looked up at him, Kyle stepped in, cupped the back of her neck, and kissed her hard.

"kugh- kluhe"

Stacy’s eyes widened for half a second in surprise, then fluttered shut as she melted into it. Her hands came up automatically, gripping the front of his shirt.

Her voice was muffled because she was caught off guard, and Kyle had pushed his tongue deep into her mouth, but she quickly accepted it as well.

*muff-* *skuc-*

The kiss was hungry from the start. Kyle’s tongue pushed into her mouth, and she answered just as eagerly, tasting him while her body pressed closer. He walked her backward into the house without breaking the contact. One of his hands stayed on her neck, the other shoved the door shut behind them with a solid click sound confirming it was locked properly.

They barely made it past the entryway.

Kyle’s hands slid down her back and under the hem of her camisole, finding bare skin. Stacy made a soft sound against his mouth when his palms dragged upward, pushing the thin fabric with them.

He broke the kiss just long enough to pull the camisole over her head and toss it aside. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Her soft, full tits bounced free, nipples already tightening in the cooler air of the house.

"Fuck," Kyle muttered, eyes dropping to her chest for a second before he ducked down and took one nipple into his mouth.

*Slurp... suck...*

"Ahh—" Stacy’s head tipped back against the wall. Her fingers tangled in his hair as he sucked hard, tongue flicking, then switched to the other side. He kept one hand on her waist and the other squeezing the breast he wasn’t currently sucking. The wet sounds of his mouth filled the quiet entryway.

Stacy’s hands moved lower, tugging at his shirt. Kyle leaned back just enough for her to yank it up and off. The moment his bare torso was exposed she paused, eyes widening slightly as she took in the clearer lines of muscle and the faint veins along his forearms.

"You... look different," she breathed.

"Later," he said, and kissed her again, harder this time.

His hands shoved her dolphin shorts down. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath. The second the fabric hit the floor he cupped her bare ass with both hands and lifted her clean off the ground. Stacy let out a short, surprised gasp and locked her legs around his waist on instinct. Kyle carried her a few steps deeper into the house, away from the door, until her back pressed against the nearest wall.

He freed his cock with one hand—already rock-hard from the pill and the sight of her—and rubbed the thick head along her pussy. She was already wet. The slick heat made him groan.

"I can’t hold anymore-" he said, voice rough.

His cock sprang free from his pants, visibly warm as steam seemed to rise from it. The veins stood out prominently, looking as though they were on the verge of bursting. The head was flushed red, engorged with blood, and already slick with pre-cum.

He brought himself closer to her, positioning his erection against her entrance as he prepared to push inside.

"Wa- wai- I didn’t take pil- argh-"

She tried to stop him from shoving his dick inside so she could take her contraceptive pill before the end, but Kyle couldn’t care less about her not taking the pill and slammed his cock deep into her cervix, eliciting only a moan from her instead.

"We don’t have time for that,"

Kyle lined up and thrust upward in one strong motion and kissed her neck with a bite.

*Schliiick—*

"Fuuuck—" Stacy’s moan came out broken and loud as he buried himself to the hilt. The stretch was sudden and deep. Her head dropped back against the wall, mouth open.

Kyle didn’t give her long to adjust. He gripped her thighs hard, held her up, and started fucking her in the standing carry position with powerful upward thrusts. The sound of his hips hitting her filled the hallway. Every stroke drove him deep, forcing soft, punched-out moans from Stacy’s throat.

"Shit—you’re so deep like this—" she gasped, nails digging into his shoulders.

He kept the pace strong and steady, using the wall for leverage. Stacy’s tits bounced with every impact. Her legs stayed locked tight around him, heels pressing into his lower back as she tried to pull him even deeper. Wetness coated his cock and began dripping down onto the floor between them.

Smack... smack... smack...

Kyle leaned in and kissed her again, messy and open-mouthed, while he continued to fuck up into her. Stacy moaned into the kiss, her tongue meeting his. One of his hands slid up from her thigh to squeeze her breast roughly, pinching the nipple between his fingers.

"Missed this pussy," he muttered against her lips.

Stacy let out a shaky, almost disbelieving laugh that turned into another moan when he angled his hips and hit a deeper spot. "You’re—ahh—talking like we didn’t just film last week—"

"Doesn’t matter." He thrust harder to emphasize the point. ℯℯ𝑙.

"Still missed it."

He adjusted his grip, hooked his arms more securely under her thighs, and started pounding up into her with more force. The wet slap of skin on skin grew louder. Stacy’s back slid slightly against the wall with every thrust. Her moans turned higher and more frequent, the controlled cosplayer persona completely gone.

"Fuck—Kyle—just like that—"

He kept going, sweat starting to form on his back and forehead. The pill’s heat burned steady in his gut, keeping him rock-hard and relentless. Stacy’s pussy clenched around him in fluttering pulses every time he bottomed out. More of her liquids dripped down, making the sound of their fucking even filthier.

*Schlick-plap... schlick-plap... schlick-plap...*

Kyle shifted his stance, braced one foot farther back, and drove into her even deeper. Stacy’s eyes fluttered. Her head knocked lightly against the wall as a particularly hard thrust punched a broken cry out of her.

"You’re so fucking tight," he growled.

"Squeezing me every time I push in."

Stacy could barely form words. She just held on tighter, legs shaking around his waist, taking every upward slam of his cock. The standing position left her completely open and at his mercy, and she was clearly loving every second of it.

He kept fucking her against the wall, steady and deep, the wet sounds of their bodies filling the house while Stacy moaned without restraint in his arms.