Lecher and The Nymph's

Thrusting in and out, the palms of his hands sweating, his breathing rapid, he felt his juices rising. Suddenly a loud banging woke Caden Bonner up, “are you awake in there, and are you coming down for breakfast,” a muffled voice said from the other side of the door.
“I’m awake, go ahead and eat without me,” Caden replied.
“Ok, I gue……,” the voice trailed off down the stairs.
Caden laid there, his hand wrapped around his hard dick, trying to remember the dream he just woke up from. He couldn’t remember who he had been fucking or even see the face of who it had been. He closed his eyes, stroked his dick a few more times and tried to get the image back. After a minute or so he released his grip and put his hands behind his head. ‘I do remember being with Ally last night,’ breathing out a heavy sigh, ‘that was incredible,’ he thought to himself. He had been lusting after her for months ever since she had come to Cinnamon Lane. She seemed to have noticed his lust by the ‘show me how much you desire me,’ comment. ‘Have I been to obvious with the girls and my desires,’ he thought? He knew he had been overly obvious with Ally. But the others? Usually it took less than a month before he was sleeping with the women he had living there. Not by his choice of course, they were just unable to be around him and not want his touch. Being the only man in the house helped. And Caden was a good looking man. He was about 5’ 10” with brown, blond hair, blue eyes, goatee, and a muscular but not over done physique. His heart was the thing most women loved about him first, which naturally drew the women to want his body next. He was sincere in wanting to help the women who came to live with him. That was the great thing about the whole arrangement. Caden took in women who were in trouble and needed a place to stay temporarily. He asked for nothing in return, no rent, no food money, no forced sexual favors. However, they had to follow a couple of simple rules. The first being absolutely no other men in the house. They could do whatever they wanted outside the house but could not bring any man to Cinnamon Lane. Second, they had to be looking for a job, working or going to school. Third, that they were self suffienct. Caden supplied all the food but they cooked for themselves and they had to do their own laundry. On occasion Caden would cook up a meal for them all, but it wasn’t to be expected by the women. And last, they had to write out their short term goals for the 181 days he allowed them to live there, a least five, and long term goals for after they left. He wanted them to accomplish their short term goals while they lived there and he helped them to achieve those as much as he could. He never gave hand outs though.
“Caden,” a voice called out from the other side of his bedroom door. “Can I use your shower love, Lori is using the hall bath and I need to…”
The door swung open and Cleo practically fell into Caden’s arms.
“...get going early today,” her voice softly trailing off. She giggled as she looked into Caden eyes. He was naked and she could feel his slight bulge against her nakedness.
“Good morning,” she said, giggling again and moving her hips across his dick, “your getting a late start today.”
Caden stood there silent, one hand holding the door open, the other around Cleo, which stopped her from crashing to the floor. He looked into Cleo’s eyes, felt her warmth up against himself. His eyes trailed off, down into her cleavage that was exaggerated by the towel she had wrapped in her arms that pushed them up. She followed his eyes and smiled. She lowered the towel and wrapped it around Caden and pulled him into herself. Cleo raised herself up onto her toes and gave him a wet kiss on his lips, followed by her tongue which pushed through his lips, invading his mouth. Her breasts pressed against his chest and the warmth of her vagina moved back and forth across his dick. Caden moved his hand up behind her and squeezed her ass and pulled her body harder into his. His dick was hard now, which sprang up between her legs. She straddled it and moved her hips so that her clit rubbed along his length. She moaned quietly, breathing a little harder, opening her mouth with each forward movement to bring in air. Caden shuffled her inside the doorway and swung the door closed. He backed her into the door, grabbed the underside of her thighs and ass and lifted her up. She was now looking down at him, eyes wide, lips pursed, tongue slowly licking his, she could feel her vagina just above the tip of his dick. Caden slowly lowered Cleo onto himself, sliding into her wetness effortlessly. She dropped the towel and wrapped her arms around his neck, plowing her tongue into his mouth. Caden lifted her slight frame up, moving the head of his dick out to the very edge of her clit and then driving it completely into her, feeling himself pressing up against the inside of her vagina. His pace increased, her breathing and moaning heavier, pounding her up against the door. “Oh Caden, yes” Cleo managed to gasp out, “I’m coming, yes, oh yes, yes, yes, ohhhhh, yes.” Her lips and teeth gnawed at his neck and shoulder, he could feel her tender bites, her breathing frantic, her clit pulsated from the dick penetrating her. Caden could take no more and thrust himself as far as he could go, weakening his hold on her so that she had to take it all. She writhed in a loud gasp as he spilled his juices into her. His hips bucked in small bursts, then slowed to intermittent thrusts. He lowered her down slowly, sliding himself out of her. Caden pressed her against himself, kissing her tenderly, both feeling the juices flowing out of them.
“Good morning,” Caden said, kissing her a couple more times. They both smiled, their lips tensing through their kiss.
“You wanted to use my shower?”