Gezza pulled the door of the motel open and the red light of the neon world poured across the white dress and the button-up shirt of Elena, a stark contrast to the outfit she wears at the gym. Her ponytail was long and flowing and caught the light.
Hey--" she began, but Gezza took her by the wrist and dragged her in without more ado.
Her feet went out, as she stumbled over the ragged carpet and the door banged shuts.
The Playbook was sitting in his backpack on the floor, and the runes were beating blood-red, their vibrations in his bones. Its voice hissed, Bind her.
He caged her, pushing against her crumbling wall, his hand slailing next to her head. His thoughts were filled with frustration and anger. I can't let her slip. Never.
"What's the problem?" Elena asked, her voice low, though tremulous, her brown eyes flashing with the lust of the Playbook.
Gezza groped her, putting his hands arring over her shirt, feeling her breast through the cloth. Elena shivered, her gaze going deep with lust, and biting her lip as she caught a hold of his arm and pulled him in.
Say, tell me, he said, his voice low, the Playbook, with his charisma, his suspicion.
His nails were poking his nipple in her shirt to test her. What did you say to Mike in the bar? His breath was hot against her throat, as he leaned in.
And her head dropped upon his shoulder; the voice was a yearning whisper, Yes, I do love you, wavering with lust--not in answer of his query.
That spell was effective, but the trembling was there, a crack that he could not neglect.
His jeans were straining, his erection was rising as he unbuttoned her shirt one button at a time and left it open to her lacy bra.
"Then why'd you betray me?" he insisted, tonally narrow-pointed, questioning without mentioning the book.
Elena jerked up her head, and her voice deepened, sharp and suddenly loud like in a room. "I didn't! I don't know what you mean!"
Her eyes glistened, the jittery dropping for a moment. I am sorry, she added, in a lower tone.
The fingers of Gezza stood still. No, it is not her, he said to himself, which is what Mike supposed, but he must have one more trial.
His hand slipped under her dress, along her inner thigh. Elena moaned, her body twitching, and the infusion lust made her desperate.
His other hand was undoing her shirt all the way unzipping, his lips touching her neck, her heat intoxicating, her scent swamping his senses.
He pinched her nipple, her body arched, a little wetness streaming through her bra.
The beat of Gezza's pulse drove his lips crashing across her breast sucking hard, his tongue working her nipple.
His other hand was rubbing on her clit sliding his fingers along her walls, her precum moistening his hand. "Do you love me?" he repeated, growling.
She whispered, breathing hard, and her hold on his shoulder increased.
The Playbook was hot, and Gezza sneered. He deepened the thrust of his fingers and rubbed them against the edges of her walls.
"Ahhh, yes!" Moaning, biting his shoulder to stop her scream, the cum of her orgasm dripped off his fingers.
The look of their eyes fixed, her look lustful but snatching at that delicate worry.
Their tongues banged in, her lips going into his mouth, his fingers deeper and deeper, her body jerking, more of the cum pouring out, her face flushed red.
Gezza tugged off his wet hoodie, undid his jeans, his penis leaping out. He picked up Elena and hurled her over the sagging bed and the frame creaked.
And he pulled her off her skirt, pushed her lacy panties aside, and ran into her, her cry sharp, her toes curling. No time to tease, he told himself, and grasped her thighs, drew her nearer.
His length was deep, and her grunt became a scream. "Ahhh, it's bigger than before!"
And she trembled, as his strokes increased slowly at first, their thighs banging together, and the bed creaking more. The lust dominated her hands as they pushed feebly at his chest.
Gezza quickened, her moans humming, her wetness lubricating his movement.
He struck her ass, and the snap was so quick that her face and ass turned red.
"You're hitting the spot, Gezza!" she cried, her voice cracking. "It's too big!" He brought her legs over her head, and her flexibility amazed him.
He drew away, grabbing his breath, his length slick with her precum, hammering himself against her entrance. "Do you still love me?" he said, trying her to the last.
Yes, Gezza, yes, she collected in her voice, and her voice broke, her legs clasped before her. She is yours, he grinned, the voice of the Playbook roaring.
The words of Mike were echoed, but the lust of Elena, her moans, testified to her fidelity--at least. Gezza grimaced and his smirk was darkening; it was the Playbook urging him.--Get serious.
His length struck Elena, his balls bashing against her, her eyes rolling back as she moaned under him. Yeah, he said to himself, his cocky grin coming back, the Playbook burning through his veins.
He smacked her butt, his movements were deeper, the bed squeaked harder, the headboard banged the crumbling wall of the motel leaving an impression.
He grunted, and drew her to his lap. She was hooking her hands around his neck, sliding her waist in and out, her warmth grabbing hold of him.
Gezza caught her breasts, her shirt undone completely, her lacy bra out of the way. He was sucking her tits, his tongue rough on her nipples, her body was arching in motion as she moved faster.
Ahhh, Gezza," moaned, and her fingers rubbed her clit, and she rode him desperately hungry.
The runes in the Playbook throbbed, tying her more firmly. Her lust lacing her eyes made Elena lustful, lustful, lustful.
His paranoia was subdued by moans and a succumbing body of Elena. She belonged to him, and he would ensure that she remained the same.
The bed squeaked more, the blows of the headboard decreasing in volume, the plaster in the wall peeling off.
Elena hesitated, her orgasm shaking her whole body, her breath rough.
His cocky high spiking, Gezza spotted. He held her bottom down, pushing harder, catching her hand in his hand.
She moaned as her body twitched, and her squirt shot him and dripped down his thigh.
He withdrew, his length still rigid and gagged as Elena sprawled there, pleased, her face flushed.
The voice of the Playbook was roaring, Finish it.
I am not finished with you," Gezza said, lifting her up, his length indicating her face.
It is larger when I see it so near, she said, and the spell is tight and the voice thick with lust.
More sucking, less talking, he snarled, and thrust his length into her mouth. His tip was scratched by her teeth, causing him to hiss.
Her hot, wet lips were moving gradually, touching the savory blend of their juices.
She went down further when she gave him the depth of her throat and gagged, almost choked. Fuck, Gezza moaned, his hands clawing at her loose ponytail, the Playbook the most scalding, his ego the most skyrocketing.
She drew herself back, breathless, with a sparkling eye but carrying a certain divergence--wearyiness, perhaps terror.
You are still hard, she said, with a cracking voice, and her mind busy how to get him to climax. Gezza's grin darkened..