I managed to croak back at him, "Up my ass."It only took me a few thrusts to hit a steady rhythm. Now I was fucking him, and you better believe I fuck...d him hard hard hard. You could say I was still being submissive, giving him what he wanted. Or you could say I turned the tables, showing him how it felt to be fucked hard. Or you could say that I took control and used him to get the most out of fulfilling my needs.Whatever you want to call it, I was not only enjoying myself, I was lost in the. Only Lilah ever stepped in to defend him until he grew capable of defending himself. Lilah’s mother and Runner’s father had once had a relationship that never lasted six months, but the two of them meshed so naturally neither of them ever noticed it was happening. Runner had loved her in silence through a minor circus sideshow of boyfriends. He’d sat by in silence when she talked about them, continually griping how yet another one wasn’t working out. “It’s because you waste your time on men. Awkwardly pulling them up over my erection, I crab-walked over to the hot tub and opened the cover.As I finished, she came back around the corner, drinks in hand.Again, I was speechless. She looked stunning. My cock refused to ease off - straining stiffly in my pants. Her wet panties clung to her cleft, the carefully trimmed dark patch clearly visible through the fabric.She stole a quick glimpse at my bulge, smiled slightly, and handed me my drink. She stepped gracefully down into the. I still remember the sight of her crossing the lawn to greet us. Gone were the baby fat, the glasses and the awkward gait. Here was a young woman in full flower, two inches taller and ten pounds lighter, with a model's confidence and strong, high cheekbones -- had I pinched that cheek? Her burnt-honey complexion gave her the healthy glow of a permanent tan. Suddenly (from my time-lapse perspective) she was a knockout.I got an extra-tight hug from her, and I felt how much she'd changed. Some.