Here's a link to Part 1, for those interested :

https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/s/8ZHYXdVgQU

Part 2

Unwrapping her arm from around his middle, she pointed his fat cock at her mouth. From his push up position above her, Shane's mouth hung open, hungry and anxious for her to finally take his cock in her mouth. She looked up, her eyes locked with his, and she slid her hand down her own body and began to softly play with herself through her panties as he watched. The feeling was amazing, and she could feel the juices that had begun to soak into the fabric glide around and over her lips and clit as she touched herself. Shane's eyes couldn't break away, they were locked on her as she stroked his cock and her own wet little pussy at the same time. She couldn't stop the moan that escaped her then. She knew her own body well, and the build up to this moment was too much for her to take anymore. If he wouldn’t touch her there yet, she would! She also knew how much Shane would love to watch her do this, seeing her give herself the sweetness of her own pleasures. She loved showing him how turned on she was, and the way he watched her as she did so made it all the more exquisite while her own fingers pressed and rubbed the thin fabric against her wet lips and clit. Finally she took him in her mouth. Shane gave another deep groan of pleasure. His cock tasted incredible. The saltiness she knew to expect was complimented by an amazing note of sweetness she hadn't expected and had never known before. It was delicious. Her fingers continued to rub and grind at her own throbbing pussy while she bobbed her head on his cock. She could feel her jaw widen as she took him deeper and deeper into her mouth, careful not to scrape it with her teeth. Shane's hands clenched into fists, balling up the sheets as they did. She moaned with his cock still in her mouth and continued touching herself. Shane felt the vibration of the moan vibrate to the very root of his member, and he moaned at her again at the feeling of it. Suddenly, Shane rolled his body towards the edge of the bed and stood on the floor. Dove’s face and mouth instantly followed after his cock as she crawled over the bed and then to the floor, kneeling in front of him as she took his throbbing member back in her mouth. He ran his fingers through her hair and pushed himself deeper into her mouth as he did so. She could feel his length almost hit the back of her throat, but always the gentlemen, he unfailingly pulled himself back the moment before pushing his dick uncomfortably deep into her wet mouth. Dove's clit throbbed and ached as she continued fucking herself, her pussy lips slick with her juices while she continued sucking the delicious cock in her mouth. She had never been this turned on while sucking cock, and the way Shane's moans and touches were filling her senses, she could feel that she was about to make herself cum. The build up to this moment had made her so sensitive that she couldn't hold herself back any more. Her clit sang and pulsed against her fingers and panties as her first orgasm began to wash over to her. She moaned and gyrated her hips as the waves of her pleasure coursed through her body. As she started to cum, she had to come up from Shane's throbbing manhood and gasp and moan for air, continuing to stroke him with her hand as she did so. Shane's hand shot out and took her stroking arm by the wrist, stopping her frantic stroking. Dove's orgasm had almost made her lose track of reality for a moment, so when she looked up again at Shane she recognized the look in his eyes. He too was at the very edge, and watching her make herself cum while sucking his cock had almost made him finish then and there. They gasped and panted together, Shane trying to save himself from an early ending while he longing stared at her basking in her own self-given bliss. Dove tried to gather herself as her orgasm slowly began to ebb. For a moment Dove thought that she had somehow done something wrong, that the night was now suddenly over. But in the same instant this thought came to her mind Shane reached down and completely lifted her off the floor and up into his arms again. He kissed her again, deeply and passionately as he caringly laid her back on the bed. His gentleness surprised her. Their lustful and passionate kissing continued as she felt his hands caressing and touching and groping all over her body, his lips pressing against hers, his hot breaths gasping between each kiss. As she lay there, she could feel him slowly moving his way further down from her lips, to her neck, to her collarbone, to her breasts --where he lingered for what felt like hours-- to her stomach, to her hips. She felt him tug her panties down, and she excitedly kicked her legs, helping him free her as they fell away from her ankles. His mouth moved to the inside of her thighs, just above the line of her stockings. His hands moved to back of her knees and pushed her legs open and back, pinning her legs to the bed. Dove congratulated herself on her flexibility. Shane’s mouth continued to kiss and lick at the insides of her legs, at times the touch was so gentle and soft that it made her tremble. While his mouth did it's work, his hands also did their's. They were firm and strong, rubbing and caressing her, squeezing her. She knew he was absolutely enraptured by her body, his only goal to please and touch and caress every inch of her. His mouth came so close to her kitty, sometimes gently grazing it with the tip of his tongue or giving it a soft gentle kiss, but never lingering too long. Dove's hips bucked and moved as the teasing became unbearable. She could feel his hands groping her ass, caressing it, kneading it as his mouth and tongue teased her. His strong arms would lift her hips off the bed at times, making her feel as though he was finally ready to taste her sex, only to shy away at the last moment. The anticipation grew too much, and Dove reached down and grasped his head by his hair and pushed his face into her wet, waiting coochie. He eagerly went to work, licking at her sweet feminine lips, his tongue finally tasting her sweet juices. His eyes looked up to her, and he whispered “Mmm…you taste so fucking good.” His tongue was skilled and experienced. He licked her opening up and down, from the very bottom, slowly up to her clit, circling there, then licking back down her pussy lips again. It would wind around and inside of her opening, sometimes pushing itself inside of her while his nose nuzzled and rolled her clit back and forth. One of his hands snaked up around her leg and over her hip, the fingertips resting gently above her sweet mound. While his tongue continued to lap and lick at her sweet wetness, the fingers above pulled her skin towards her navel, pulling back the hood of her clit. She could already feel how sensitive and hot it was as his tongue found her pulsing wet button and began to softly lick it up and down. The sensation was incredible. Her fingers balled his hair into a fist as she pressed his face into her, begging him for more. Her moans and gasps escaped her freely as she began to lose control again and moaned out “YES! Oh God YES!”. His lips trapped her clit in a tight kissing embrace, and then she felt him begin to gently suck at it. His tongue tapped and danced at the very tip of it as he did and his rhythmic sucking pulled at her hot little pearl. As he pleasured her clit, he hummed and moaned against it. The sensation was almost like a vibrator, and Dove could feel her next orgasm beginning to creep up on her. At that moment, she felt him slowly slide one of his fingers inside of her. She rocked and moaned against the feeling. His finger was so much bigger than her own, and it felt amazing having it inside her. She could only think how it would feel to have him…the real him…inside her soon. His hands were strong and his fingers seemed to find every spot her body wanted him to touch. He quickly and deftly found her G-spot and the sensation was driving her wild. Her clit pulsed and throbbed in his lips as she could feel herself clenching around his finger as it deliciously slid in and out of her, all while he hungrily looked into her eyes, watching her reactions while he pleasured her. The pacing and pressure were utterly perfect. He never pressed or licked or sucked too hard or too eagerly, and he watched her body as she writhed and moved to his touch. He watched her reactions and knew exactly the moment when she wanted him to go harder of softer, needed him to go faster or slower. She never knew that it could be like this, that someone could know her own body better than she did, anticipate her wants and desires better than she could herself. She was nothing but carnal sensation now, experiencing him please her as though he were born to do it, as though he had been made only to exist to do this to her. Her building orgasm was now inevitable, and she could feel it was coming from deep inside of her. She knewIt would be harder and longer than the one she had already given herself, and knowing that seemed to urge it to on. Her body hurried her along and her next orgasm bloomed from deep inside her. Her entire body seemed to melt and waves of heat and bliss crashed her entire body, again and again. He never stopped or wavered, tuning his actions perfectly to her body. His clit sucking technique combined with his amazingly agile tongue had unlocked something she’d never known before, a pleasure only he had ever been able to provide. She was still cumming, and her head swam as the waves of pleasure seemed unwilling to stop coursing through her. She could barely catch her breath as she finally started to come back to earth, her pussy still rippling as he removed his finger and began to suck her tasty juices off of it. His eyes always found hers, and she was mesmerized by his gaze as he continued lick and suck her juices off his own finger, relishing the flavor of her. He reached to the bedside table and handed her a cool bottle of water. She was parched, and yet he had somehow known that she would be, and had already prepared for her every need. As Dove drank down the cool refreshment, she felt his eyes still on her. As she drank in the water, he drank in her body, his eyes still worshiping her. He began to stroke his own cock, which was just as hard as it had been when she had him in her mouth. She had already had two incredible orgasms, and she wanted to see him have his pleasure too. She was utterly drunk with lust and her body ached to have him inside her. Again, her thoughts were his thoughts. As she set down the water bottle, he immediately pounced on her, taking her by the hips and dragging her to the edge of the bed. He rolled her onto her stomach, then lifted her by her hips. She settled on her knees and looked back at him over her shoulder as he settled in behind her. “I want to be inside you.” The way he said it made her push her ass back towards him with anticipation, remembering how good it felt when his cock was in her mouth. He had an animal look in his eye, and the thought of him fucking her with all that energy excited her all the more. “Fuck me already,” she whispered in her most sultry voice as she nodded her consent. The primal look in his eye never faded. He took a small step forward and she felt him lay his girth between the cheeks of her ass, the head in the small of her back, his balls slapping gently against her pussy. Another drop of precum dripped down, and she felt the warmth of it as it dropped down onto her skin. He was so turned on, and yet he still held himself back. She heard him softly spit right before she felt his warm saliva splat perfectly where his cock was now rubbing against her ass. He began to move his hips and she could feel his cock grinding between the cheeks of her ass for a moment. The spit made the friction hot and wet. His cock slid up and down her ass, and as it did so his balls gently smacked into her wet box. The sensation of him pushing back and forth, with his balls lightly slapping her pussy was intoxicating. She could feel the heat returning. “Put it in already!” Dove demanded. Shane grinned seductively and bent his knees slightly. The tip of his cock dropped off her ass, and she tried to relax herself with expectation of his cock pushing inside her. She felt the tip against her lips for the first time and she shuddered at the touch. She felt him move it there, looked over her shoulder at him again and watched him as she could feel him guiding the tip of his penis around her opening. He rubbed the tip and shaft of his cock all over her, rubbing her clit with it, painting her lips with her own wetness and his own precum. Her hips rocked and she tried to push herself back into him, trying to catch him as he teased, wanting to finally feel herself filled up with him. His movement was slow and deliberate and she could see him watching her closely, their eyes still locked, as the pressure of his tip pushing at her opening grew. Finally her lips gave way and she felt his cock slowly begin to glide inside her. The entire sensation made her moan out, and she heard him do the same. It was hard and thick, as he kept pushing deeper and deeper inside her. It almost felt as though it would never stop, and she even thought to herself that she didn’t want it to stop, wishing that this moment could be neverending. She could feel her body welcoming him in, and the sensation of being filled by him made her shudder again. The feeling almost gave her another small momentary orgasm whe she finally felt he could go no deeper, her pussy utterly filled by him. He pulled back and the feeling of his member retreating out of her was almost as sweet as him putting in her. Time slowed and Dove felt like this first thrust inside had lasted for hours. “You OK?” she heard him ask. She bit her lip and eagerly nodded yes as she gazed at him over her shoulder. As he pushed back inside her again she lowered her face and chest down to the mattress and closed her eyes, wanting to savor this feeling. Her hands tore at the sheets as she savored it. Slowly and firmly he began to move in and out of her, his hands grasping her ass and hips, pulling her into him as his cock buried itself in and out. The feeling of being this full, finally having his cock inside her was exhilarating. She heard him softly grunt and moan as he slowly began to pump just a bit faster. Her feelings of bliss were already back again, and even though they'd only been fucking for a few moments she could already feel her next orgasm approaching. “Faster,” she whimpered, and he obliged her. The sensation of him gliding in and out of her curled her toes, and she could feel her wetness building again, the walls of her vagina quivering with pleasure. As he pushed in and out the head of his cock moved at the perfect angle to push and rub her G-spot. She almost felt like she needed to pee, but the feeling was sweeter and more intense than that. She didn’t want it to stop. She moaned and squealed her delight for him “Oh, that’s so good, that spot right there,” she gasped. He clearly knew exactly the spot she meant, because he adjusted his thrust and the sensation suddenly intensified. He began to thrust faster and hard and she could feel her body rocking as their bodies clapped together, his balls tapping against her clit again, and her next orgasm built up stronger and stronger. He did exactly as she wanted, fucking her just hard enough, yet still sweetly. “Such a good girl, Little Bird. Do you want me to make you cum again?” he whispered between breaths and she could feel herself falling over that sweet edge of pleasure again. The orgasm came more slowly than the others, but as it did she could feel it building and building, surpassing any of the others she’d already experienced that night. Her orgasm finally hit her with full force, another series of blissful wave after blissful wave of washing over her again and again. Her skin was so hot, her limbs trembling, her entire body on fire. She screamed out, and he slapped and spanked her ass as he told her what a good girl she was for cumming like this for him. “Mmm…Good girl Ms. Dove…cum for me. You are so fucking sexy when you cum on my cock like that.” The words were almost lost in the haze of glory she was still swimming in. She had no control of herself as she kept cumming and cumming and cumming. Her own actions weren't her own, she was a willing slave to the pleasure he kept giving and giving her. The orgasm seemed never ending, and even before she could feel herself hit her own peak, she heard herself say, “Fuck me, Shane. I want you to cum too. I need you to cum for me too, Shane.” His thrusting became animalistic. Her entire frame rocked and shook as his hips slammed into her, his balls deliciously slapping her pussy and clit. The subtle clapping of their sweaty skin coming together turned into thunderous wet slaps. “OH MY GOD!” she screamed out, as his primal fucking of her sweet little pussy dragged out and intensified her already overwhelming pleasure. She felt his hand push at her left hip, and she instinctively knew he was trying to roll her over onto her back. She obeyed, and as she did she felt him lift her up off the bed and into the air. She was spared from the frantic fucking for the moment. She felt her garter belt catch on something, she didn’t know what or how, but heard the fabric tear as he carried her…somewhere. Suddenly her back was against the wall and Shane was lifting her right leg up and over his shoulder while her left leg held her up. He held her there, supporting her weight with his arms, the her knee pressed to her own shoulder, the back of her thigh against his sweat drenched chest. Their noses touched as he looked her deep in the eyes, and then deeply kissed her. She felt his cock slide back inside her and started to pump in and out of her again, shallow quick thrusts. All she felt was ecstasy. “OH FUCK!” she murmured between her lips while he kept kissing and fucking her. She bit his lip and held it tight there, sure that she was about to break skin. The sensation of him pressing her against the wall like this, holding her up, and genuinely fucking her like she’d never been fucked before made her vision go blurry. She felt his hot breath coming faster and faster, like an athlete at the end of a marathon. His sweat dripped down onto her skin, and the smell of their sex utterly filled the room. She broke from their kiss to gulp for air, moaning and gasping uncontrollably while she dug her nails deep into his back as she clung to him while he fucked her. He was so intent on fucking her that he barely seemed to notice. But she couldn't help herself, she was an animal like him now. The feeling of him fucking her like this was flooding her mind and her pussy, fogging her thinking again. The sound of their skin clapping together, the feeling of his cock frantically pounding in and out of her was like some kind of dream that she didn’t want to wake from. “Mmmm yes, please don't stop fucking me like that Shane, that feels sooo good.” She moaned in his ear. Then suddenly she felt him spin her around again and her face and breasts and hands were now pressed to the wall. She felt him kick at the inside of her foot, and she instinctively arched her back, opened her legs, and stuck out her ass, waiting for him to enter her again. She felt his hands grab her by her hips, and his cock plunged back inside her again. Her body rocked from the force of him fucking her. Some part of her brain kept telling her this should hurt, that she shouldn’t be enjoying this, and yet every sensation was sweeter and better than the last. Shane’s moans were louder than ever, and the sound of him taking so much pleasure from her body made her feel like she was just as strong as he was, just as in control. He was owning her, but she knew that she now owned him as well, he was utterly addicted to her. Her breasts and face and body banged against the wall as he fucked her up against it and she felt yet another orgasm building. In the moment that she recognized the building bliss again, Shane pulled himself close to her and their bodies were fully pressed against one another. His hot sweaty skin pressed against her back, his cock still frantically pumping in and out of her, she felt the force of his thrusts rocking her to her bones, and the weight of his body almost crushing her…and she only wanted more of it. She felt his hand snake around to the front of her body, and his fingers began strumming her clit like the sweetest guitar string in the world. The feeling of him rubbing her clit while he fucked her like this, and the utter animal nature of the fucking made her orgasm rush forward. The deep, concentrated, tension that had built up at her clit crescendoed out to her pussy, then over and through the rest of her body, pushing heat and bliss and pleasure to every part of her. The ache inside her was again satisfied, and a moment of intense stillness overtook her as the rest of the world faded under the dark shadow of her pleasure. As Dove’s orgasm pulsed through her, she felt Shane’s cock twitch and a pleasant warmth spread inside her. With her orgasm still pulsing, she felt him frantically pull his cock out. His desperate moan filled her ear as he did, then blasted the rest of his cum across her back in long, hot streams. The sensation of being both filled and marked sent a final shiver of pleasure through her. She felt the first half of his orgasm starting to drip out of her and dangling from her still tingling pussy lips, while the rest slowly ran down her back and onto her perfect ass. They lingered in the moment, their breaths mingling as their bodies trembled in shared afterglow. Shane’s weight pressed into her, warm and grounding, until her knees gave way beneath her in exhausted satisfaction. Shane’s arms were there, catching her, then laying her down on the bed. She scooted her body to the middle of the sheets and felt him nestle up behind her in a sweet spooning position. They laid there trying to catch their breath as they rode out their shared orgasms together, both of them trying to comprehend how they got here and what they had just done together. “I’m sorry, I didn’t quite pull out in time,” he said, “I’ve been snipped though, so even if you’re not on the pill, we’re OK, I promise.” The thought hadn’t even crossed her mind until he mentioned it. She’d been so caught up in the moment that she wasn’t sure she was even capable of thinking about it while it was all still happening. She was still glad to hear him say it. There was even a part of her that was glad that it had happened the way it did…she loved cum no matter where it was, but there was something sweet and naughty and sexy about a man being so turned on by her that he lost his self control. They laid there in silence, soaking in the afterglow. “Stay right there,” she heard him murmured, his hand grazing her skin as he got up from the bed and turned to leave the room. As he did Dove greedily watched his naked ass flex and move as he moved out the door of the room and into the dark abyss of the hall, her body still humming with the aftermath of their passion. She propped herself up on her elbows, her fingers absently tracing the crumpled sheets as she listened to the faint sounds of him moving around. He returned with more cold water bottles, one for each of them. He slid back into bed, handing her the water as he twisted off the top for her. They both drank deeply, sitting naked, shoulder to shoulder against the head of the bed. After a long pull from their waters, they both turned their heads and looked into each other's eyes at the exact same moment, and something about the perfect synchronization of their movement made them both laugh out loud at each other. Shane got up again leaned against the windowsill, the city lights casting a warm glow across his bare chest as he caught his breath. He looked back to the bed, his eyes lingered on Dove, who was sprawled out casually, her skin flushed and glowing, her hair a wild mess that only added to her allure. She turned her head toward him, her lips curving into a lazy, satisfied smile. “You look like a hurricane just hit you,” he teased, his voice low and gravelly. She laughed softly, rolling her eyes. “If I’m the wreck, you’re definitely the storm.” He leaned down, pressing a light kiss to her forehead. “Guess I’ll take the blame, then.” The gesture was so tender it surprised them both, given what they had just done to each other. Dove sat up straight, the sheet she had pulled up in mock modesty slipping down her body. Shane’s eyes drank her in again, admiring the art that was her body. They drank their water in companionable silence for a while more, the room filled with the distant hum of the city outside, and the scent of their love making. It was strange to her how comforting and relaxing the quiet was. Her impulse was to fill the quiet with questions, to grill him about what was going through his mind. But something else inside her held back. There was a calming reverence in that silence that somehow seemed the perfect way to come down from what had just happened. Dove tilted her head back, savoring the coolness of the water as it slid down her throat, laying her head on his shoulders. His fingers traced lazy patterns on her skin and he turned his head to look at her again. “What?” she asked playfully. The quiet had finally broken. He shrugged, his hazel eyes warm and intent. “You’re just...stunning. Even now. Especially now. Sorry for being cheesy, but I can’t help but say it.” Her cheeks flushed, and she shook her head with a soft laugh. “You really don’t turn it off, do you? “Not when it comes to you, Little Bird.” he replied, his voice dipping low again. The nickname sent a flutter through her chest, and she reached out to run her fingers through his beard. “You’re trouble,” she whispered. “And you love it,” he countered, his grin widening. Shane set his bottle aside and slid closer, pulling her against him with an ease that felt natural. Dove let herself sink into his embrace, her head resting on his chest now as his arms wrapped around her. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath her ear was oddly soothing. They lay like that for a while, their bodies tangled under the soft glow of the city lights. Shane’s hand traced more lazy patterns on her back, his fingers warm and gentle against her skin. “What were you expecting tonight?” he asked quietly, breaking the silence again. Dove hesitated, her fingers brushing over a faint scar she’d found on his chest. “Honestly? I wasn’t sure. I thought maybe it would be…awkward, or too much. But it wasn’t. It was…” She trailed off, searching for the right word. “Nice?” he offered a hint of teasing in his tone. She laughed softly, nudging him with her shoulder. “Confident much?” He tilted her chin up, his eyes locking onto hers. “I mean it, Dove. Tonight…this was incredible.” She looked away, her cheeks warming again. “You’re going to make it hard for me to forget you, you know that?” “Good,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to lips. They talked like that for hours, their voices low and intimate as they shared stories, dreams, and secrets they hadn’t told anyone else. The night stretched on, their connection deepening in a way neither of them had anticipated. Eventually, as the first light of dawn began to creep through the window, Shane tightened his hold on her, his voice a soft rumble against her hair. “You know,” he said, his tone teasing but sincere, “if this is just a one-night thing, you’ve completely ruined me for anyone else.” Dove smiled against his chest, her fingers tracing small circles on his skin. “Good,” she whispered, echoing his earlier sentiment, “They don’t deserve you anyway.” They laughed again together, and it was another sweet moment for them both. For now, it didn’t matter what the day would bring or whether they’d see each other again. In this moment, wrapped in each other's arms, they both felt content. And that, Dove decided, was enough.