I need him way too much for slow.
I take all of him like a fiend. A dick fiend.
He surges up, changing the angle so I don’t have to do all the work. I grasp his face, dig my fingers into his wonder beard again, and kiss him to stifle a scream. I love the way his beard rasps all over my face as he kisses me deeper and deeper.
He keeps me balanced, which leaves my hands free to explore his muscled shoulders. He’s like a warm, living wall under my fingers. The skin doesn’t feel any different being inked. I thought it might, but it just feels like warm, soft silk. I trail my fingers up his neck and bury them under the beard, and then down, brushing over his nipple before going back up. He makes a feral nose into my mouth, and when his tongue strokes mine, his cock kicks in time.
I thought he was big before he was inside me, but I’m getting a brand new crash course on sensation. I ride his meat stick like I’m a witch, and it’s a full moon, broom-riding kind of night, but I happened to misplace my favorite ride.
My hips are doing plenty, grinding and rocking back and forth and pretty much inventing a new sexy dance. But a single flex of his hips sends me spiraling through alternate universes where I have pleasure buttons inside me that I didn’t know existed.
I’m stretched so full that it borderline hurts, but I’d say he’s a perfect fit. We’re aperfectfit. I didn’t have to contort myself to get him in. Then again, I was lady bonering so hard to have him inside me that I would have died if I hadn’t been able to get on his cock exactly when I did.
I have to come up for air, but I use all my breath to mutter dirty things in Warrick’s ear.
“You’re better than any fridge alien. I love your sexy sausage. You’re the most delicious snack in the entire planet. You taste like fucking heaven, and you feel like the most decadent sin. I want to ride you until my pussy starts to chafe. In case you didn’t know, I’m really enjoying your dick. If you want to spank me a little, you can. You can actually do anything you want to my ass. And all my other parts too. I’m thinking about doing insanely dirty things to you right now. Most of them have to do with your muscles, your cock, your mouth, and your rock-hard butt cheeks. I think I’d like to bite you in every one of those spots.” Eventually, my words just devolve into heavy breaths and a whole lot of, “fuck, fuck yes, fuck me, please, yes, yes. YES.”
He does something with his cock while he braces me and stares quite intensely right into my eyes, which has my whole body going into a tremble. Trembling hot. Trembling cold. Trembling tight. Trembling coiling.
My nipples are so hard that they could be used as lethal weapons, and I’m throbbing so far up that my ovaries are practically causing seismographic waves in my stomach. I’m clenching all over his cock without even trying to make it happen.
I’m trying to focus on War to see if he’s close, but it’s hard. It’s so freaking hard when my eyes don’t want to open, and all of me wants to clench and bear down and keep rocking and writhing all over him. All of me wants more, more, more.
“I think I’m going to come,” I whimper, surging forward to bite his shoulder. Not hard, but the taste of him, salty and manly, flooding my mouth, does magic things to my clit as though his fingers had just strayed to it and pinched it.
“Me too,” he groans.
Thank. Fuck. Thank all the fucks ever.
I was so clam jammed, or maybe my clamming was just so jamming, that my ovaries have been on borderline spontaneous climax mode ever since I shucked off my green hairy pants.
“Inside or out?”
I have no idea what that means. “Everywhere?”
“Should I come inside you? Or…”
I have one brain cell left to consider that. I trust my birth control as it pretty much works ironclad with my body.
But I want this to be just right for him too.
“Whatever you’d like will be magic. Surprise me.”
Warrick’s cock is so perfect. He’s amazing, he’s great, and he’s wonderful. He gets me. He doesn’t move away or start jackhammering my pussy into dust just because I said I’m close. He lets me show him what I need. My body knows what it wants, and my hips make it happen. He was thrusting a little before, and he doesn’t change the tempo now. I’m the one who leans forward to grind my clit against his pelvis.
I send myself higher and higher while I fall. I’m going to do the supernova for real. Again. Just bam, explode into sexy dust particles like I just read about in the book. Fridge alien triple-headed cocks have nothing on War. His dick is pure magic, just as it is.
I pretty much shake myself right in half when I come. It bursts over me, so much stronger than the last orgasm. It’s longer, too, sharper before tapering off into the real pleasure.
I come so hard that I feel it in my toes and my teeth. Probably my hair follicles and my fingernails too.
War doesn’t do the caveman roar when he comes. He just sighs like he suddenly understands what the truest kind of pleasure feels like, wraps his arms around me, and holds me close while he pumps a few more times inside and then goes still, flooding me with warmth.
We cling to each other, upright and bound together, sticky and hot, sweaty and wet. I can smell myself. I can smell him too. My pussy should have taken enough punishment, but I throb around War again. He must have a magic peen because he’s somehow still hard.
I open my eyes, dizzy and languid like certain cheeses—one particle away from being rubbery. I’m tired, but at the same time, I’ve never felt more alive. I’ve never been buzzed like this. Sex brain chemicals areawesome.
I know we’re not really trying to set some kind of record here, but in a few minutes, I could probably handle one more climax before I’m annihilated.
