Varder could feel himself getting hard, his cock was already straining in the confines of his briefs, His eyes moved upward from her spread legs with the flat assessment he applied to everything and found her face and recognized her, she was his wife's sister.
Hazel Cole looked back at him from the high table with those calculated eyes and that lifted chin and the expression of someone who had been waiting and had decided that waiting was finished.
The candle on the cabinet had burned down to almost nothing and the grey morning light was doing very little and the room held them both in its dimness and its silence and the half empty bottle on the table between them.
He looked at her.
She slid off the table with the practiced fluid grace of someone who had rehearsed this moment in their mind enough times to have removed all the uncertainty from it. She crossed the room toward him slowly. Deliberately. Each step placed with the specific intention of someone who understood exactly what they were doing and had decided the cost was acceptable.
She stopped in front of him.
She was close enough that he could see her face clearly in the low light. The calculation in her eyes. The want underneath it — real, he registered that, it was genuine want and not performance, six years of reading people under pressure had made him very good at the distinction — and underneath the want something older and more desperate that she was doing a reasonable job of keeping off her face.
She reached out and put her hand flat against his chest.
He looked at her hand.
He thought about his wife one corridor away in his bed in her crushed dress and rage filled him nearly to bursting.
He stood up and pulled her closer to him in a rough motion. Hazel didn't fight him as he tore her negligee from her body,making her even wetter, her love juices spilling over her thighs. Taking possession of her lips, he kissed her roughly nearly bruising her lips as he cupped her ass with one hand while running his other hand up to cup her full tit. Stroking his thumb roughly across the stiff peak, he glided his hand down, going between her thighs to see just how wet she was for him.
She let out a moan, and he couldn't help but growl as she was soaking wet. He pushed off his sweatpants, and he was already hard as a rock, as he moved between her spread thighs. Lining the tip of his cock up to her entrance, he sank inside her in one deep thrust, she cried out and seized but he ignored her. Varder wanted to fuck her hard and fast, to take out his anger on her, he took hold of her hands, locking their fingers together, and then he filled her pussy, drawing out of her until only the tip remained, and then plundering inside.
He thrust deep and hard, and watched as she moaned. He was close to coming apart, and he changed positions so that he was behind her, still deep inside her pussy, banding an arm around her waist, and with the other, he delved between her thighs to stroke her clit.
At the same time, he continued to rock inside her, kissing her neck, biting down on that pulse, while she moaned his name and whimpered for more. And he gave it to her, thrusting hard and fast, spanking her ass as he thrust in and out, fucking his frustrations out of her, as he continued to stroke her clit, and he felt the moment she was near her release as she clenched around him,his name spilled from her lips, echoing around the room, as she came apart in his arms, and he held himself perfectly still within her as her tight pussy pulsed around his dick.
He was so close, he didn't wait until the aftershocks of her orgasm subsided, and then he started to rock inside her, filling her pussy. Her cunt continued to flutter around his dick, and he didn't stop, knowing he was close to his peak, and as he did so, he thrust in balls-deep and spilled every droplet of cum inside her.