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Caught In Johnny's Storm Pt. 2 by Banky Edwards
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"Your WHAT?!?"
Johnny sighed, looking away. "I mean, we haven't seen each other in about six months, so it's not exactly like we've been intimate with each other,"
"I knew you were a fucking whore, but a cheater is a whole different issue!"
I shoved him away and burst out of the shower, even more pissed than I had been an hour before. As I wrapped a towel around my waist, Johnny shut off the water and climbed out. "Cass, listen,"
"No! No, Johnny! There is nothing to listen to! You drunkenly cheated on your boyfriend and then intended to do the same thing again!"
"He knows that I sleep around!"
I scoffed, grabbing my clothes. "Yeah, I bet."
I was fuming as I moved into the main room, Johnny in tow. "Cass, I swear to you. He knows that I get a lot of action because of who I am. He has no problem with it."
I whirled around to face him and took a second to choose my words. "I don't believe you. Period. There is no way that you can make me believe you. You brought me back here last night and fucked me. Maybe he could forgive you for that inebriated mistake. But, to try again while sober? There's no excuse for that. You're a cheating bastard,"
Johnny squared his jaw as I attempted to pull on my socks. I was leaving this time, no matter what. I didn't care if I had to hitchhike across town. I was so caught up in the task of being angry that I didn't see Johnny charge towards me. I let out a yell as he tackled me around the waist, slamming me onto the floor. "What the fuck are-,"
Johnny silenced me with his mouth, forcefully meshing his lips with mine. I pushed him back, but he was still pinning me to the floor. "Get the hell off of me!"
"I don't think so," he grinned. There was something not right about that grin, though. There was a little deviousness in it. And, soon, I knew why. Johnny slid his free hand down to the towel, undoing it with a simple flick and leaving me nude, save a pair of black socks. I don't know how Johnny kept me down, seeing as I was struggling quite a bit. I also don't know how Johnny knew to do what he did next, although I suppose the previous night may have had something to do with it.
As I tried to push Johnny by his shoulders, his hand slid even lower between my legs and he abruptly slid two fingers into my asshole. All vocalizations stopped, all struggling ceased and my hands gripped Johnny's shoulders even harder than before. I closed my eyes, overcome by the sensations of Johnny's fingers slowly sliding in and out of me. My ass is a weak spot for me. What can I say?
Johnny's lips returned to mine, this time with a little less force. I was still mentally against what was happening, but my body wasn't functioning. I felt Johnny's tongue enter my mouth and couldn't help but do the same to him. All the while, his fingers were invading me, manipulating me. Johnny kissed me for a minute or so before his body shifted and his fingers were removed. I opened my eyes to find myself facing his hard cock. Now, yes I had seen it before, but I didn't remember it. It was... well... huge. "Nine and a half inches long," Johnny said out loud. "Maybe three and a half, four inches around,"
I opened my mouth to respond and Johnny slid right in. I was about to tell him that I was leaving, but had been silenced by his monster of a dick. I was in no position to fight as I was on my back with Johnny looming over me, his piece in my mouth and his hand on the back of my head. He pushed in slowly, testing how far in he could go, I assume. Nearly all the way in, I gagged around the flared head of his cock. I started to cough, but Johnny didn't back off. He remained still with his cock still buried in my throat. I attempted to push him away, but it didn't work. He simply looked down at me and rolled his eyes, slightly smiling. Then, he pulled back, allowing me to cough freely.
"Sorry," he said. "Guess I got a little carried away,"
"I guess so," I shot back, taking the momentary lapse in his attention to jump up. I grabbed my clothes once again and made for the bathroom, hoping to lock the door behind me and get dressed. Needless to say, that plan didn't work out very well. Johnny cut me off halfway there, knocked my clothes out of my hand and roughly pushed me against the wall. He turned me around and, despite my objections, began rubbing his body against mine, all the while kissing my neck and shoulders. "Johnny, let me go!"
"Come on, Cass," he whispered. "We both want this,"
God, how right he was. But, I didn't want to let him know that. After all, I was supposed to be upset with him. I was supposed to loathe him for cheating on his boyfriend. So, I planted my hands on the wall and pushed back with all my might, hoping to knock Johnny away. He chuckled. "You're not going without a fight, are you?"
"Fuck you,"
"Actually, I was hoping to fuck you,"
He clutched my wrists and raised them above my head, preventing me from moving. He spared one hand to guide his erection to my ass. My anger dissolved into desperations. I was having the worst inner battle: let him continue or beg him to stop? I didn't want to be a homewrecker, but I also really, really, REALLY wanted him to fuck me.
Did I just admit that?
My moral side won. "Johnny, please don't," I whined. "I don't want to do this,"
"Yes, you do," he replied, laughing. "Or else you wouldn't as boned up as you are,"
"If you do this... I'll... I'll sue you for sexual assault," I spouted lamely. Johnny leaned in close, his dick throbbing menacingly between my ass cheeks. "Do it. I still get to fuck you first,"
Then, in one huge thrust, Johnny was inside. I cried out, halfway in pain, halfway in heaven. He wasted no time with pleasantries, fucking me into the wall with reckless abandon. His heavy balls were nearly hitting mine with every thrust, making an obscene noise every time. I leaned my head against the wall, feeling completely powerless as Johnny went to town. True, I was very turned on, but also kind of scared by this sudden act of domination. I was so turned on that I didn't notice Johnny had released my hands until he used his to turn my head and kiss me. I reached behind me, rubbing his short hair with one hand and my own dick with the other.
"You like me fucking you?" Johnny hissed in my ear. I nodded, but that wasn't what he wanted. "Tell me you like it,"
"I do,"
"You do what?"
"I like it when you fuck me," I groaned, reaching under me to feel Johnny's cock slide in and out of me. "Do you want me to cum in you like I did last night?" he continued. I couldn't respond except to nod. My submission seemed to fire Johnny up because, two seconds later, he pulled out of me, picked me up, carried me into the bedroom and threw me onto the bed. He crawled up between my outstretched legs and slid inside of me a second later. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him down into a kiss, not caring about anything except him and his cock.
Johnny fucked me into the bed, lips locked onto mine, hands on each side of me to prop him up. He separated from my lips and latched on to my neck instead, probably leaving a huge mark. I didn't care at all. "Fuck me harder," I moaned, holding onto his defined shoulders. He looked into my eyes. "You want me to fuck harder?"
"Mm-hmm,"
"Like this?"
He reared back and slammed into me so hard I screamed and dug my fingers into his skin. It felt so good to be fucked like that. It had been months since I had actually had sex due to all the recording and shows and traveling. And to be fucked by someone as hot as Johnny Storm? Perfect.
The fucking went on for what felt like days, but could only have been a half hour or so. My ass hurt from the beating it was taking, but I didn't want it to stop. Of course, it had to eventually. And, it did after Johnny and I had worked up a sexual sweat. He was no longer smiling, but had his face furrowed up in concentration, beads of sweat falling from his face. He would occasionally lean down to kiss me, but spent most of the time staring down at me, examining me. Finally, I felt the inevitable. Johnny's thrusts became even quicker, flying in and out of me, before he slammed into me. I felt his dick swell in my sore ass, then explode, accompanied by a deep bellow from Johnny.
He came for days until my ass couldn't hold it and began leaking Johnny's load, his cum sliding down my back onto the sheets. I think he shot a total of seven or eight times, but each shot was a big as the first. It was too much for me. Without even touching myself, my dick pulsed and fired the biggest orgasm I had ever had. The first shot nailed me on my own forehead, then my lips, chin, neck, chest and finally dribbled to a halt over my stomach.
"God damn, that was hot!" Johnny exclaimed, bringing me out of my post-orgasmic high. I rested my head on the pillows, legs still wrapped around Johnny's waist. "So... what do you say to another shower?" he asked. I rolled my eyes. "Sure,"
Maybe if I had thought about what had been said earlier, I wouldn't have climbed into that shower again. But, I didn't. So, I did. I was just like it had been before, except this time, I had Johnny's cum sliding down my leg. We were in the middle of an intense make out session when the door to the shower swung open, exposing us to the woman I assumed to be...
"Sue!"
"Johnny!" She looked at me. "Who the... Cassidy Grosset?!?"
"Sue! Close the door!"
And just when I thought things couldn't get any worse, the door to the bathroom opened and a tall, dark haired man in a tight wife beater and jeans walked in.
"Sue, what's going on in... Johnny?" He looked at me. "Cassidy Grosset?"
"Hi, Cole,"
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DUN DUN DUN! Sorry this update took so long guys! There's a lot of writing going on in Banky's world. But, I swear it won't be as long for Part 3. Let me know what you think! MoonDawgy99@excite.com