Would You Like Some Chicken With That? by Artica

Would You Like Some Chicken With That? by Artica

Brain sat in the chair and waited. He couldn’t help but stare at
either the clock on the wall that was above a window, or the clock that was
on his wrist. Late as usual. But that wasn’t new. He closed his eyes to
try to block off an on coming headache, maybe he was thinking too much
on this. But there was a lot to do, cook, clean, can’t forget to cook.
In the distance a car door slammed. Finally! The front door opened and
in strolled a young woman, a beautiful young woman.
“It’s about time you showed.” He wasn’t exactly yelling, but he did
have his voice raised.
“Well, it is a funny story actually, I was driving home when I came
across a KFC, and thought about you.” She smiled sweetly at him, taking
off her sunglasses. “So I brought some home for you.” She pulled out a
small paper bag. The aroma filled his nostrils immediately.
“You are aware that we have company coming.” He reminded her.
“Yes, yes, yes.” As if she couldn’t be reminded any more. “But I
thought we could take a quick break.” There was that smile again.
“But we haven’t even started yet.”
“Uh, then it’s a pre-break!” She traced a finger along his jaw line
and wrapped her fingers around his jaw. He smiled his defeat and kissed
her on the cheek. She reached around his neck and kept him close.
He stepped closer to her until she was leaning against a table. He
spread her legs a little and smiled. “So, where do you want to do this?”
He whispered.
“Right here.” She whispered back. She kissed him. She ran her tongue
along his lips. His tongue ran across hers. His fingers pushed up on her
shirt, unhooking her bra and started pulling on her nipples. She
moaned into his mouth and pushed her body closer to his. She felt his hard
on near her hip and pushed on it gently until a moan escaped his mouth.
He pushed back, pulling her shirt up over her head, and his quickly
followed. Pants are such a hassle in any occasion. There are buttons, a
zipper, and a belt, getting those off quickly is near impossible, but
both of them were distracted by kissing each other that neither of them
thought about how long it took.
Out of the corner of his eyes he looked at the time. They would be
here soon to help.
“Stop thinking about Kristen.” She whispered in his ear.
“I wasn’t thinking about her.” He said back.
“Then stop thinking about Kevin. It very distracting when your
thinking about another wife’s husband.” She pulled away and looked at him. She
was kidding, but it was wasting time.
He lifted her up on the table and entered her quickly. “I was only
worried that they might come in.” He countered back trying to defend
himself.
She moaned and reached around to swap his ass. “Give it to me baby,
harder!” She yelled. “All the more reason to hurry, huh?”
He watched his shaft go into her and then pull out quickly. Her warm
slick walls surrounded him, making him lose all self control. He wanted
more. When he felt her hand hit his ass, he wanted forget about the
other people tonight and focus everything on her. The whip that he bought
was all the way up in the fucking closet upstairs. He pumped into her
harder, releasing all his frustration.
She pulled on his nipple with her teeth. Freaky thoughts began to
swirl inside her mind. Wanting release to come quicker. She ran her nails
down his shoulder blades, urging him on. Brian pushed in faster, making
every stroke count. She moaned louder, until she could barely contain
herself any longer. She screamed out his name, as shots of pleasure
coursed though her body. She felt Brian push into her one more time before
he came. His nails dug into her thighs. She watched as wave after wave
of pleasure made it though his body. She wrapped her arms around his
shoulders and brought him close to her.
They stayed in silence until Brian moved away from her. “Thanks for
the Popcorn Chicken, love.” He popped one in his mouth and walked away.

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