“Wait-hold up-stop it now! You will never invoke my sister’s name when we are,” he gestures to our naked bodies, “do you understand?”
“Right, sorry,” I bite my lip and don an innocent face. I’m an actress, so I’m good at that. “Why don’t you lie back?”
He complies, and I climb up his body, positioning my knees near his shoulders, sitting on his chest.
“You ready for me, baby?”
“Fuck, yeah!”
I shift my weight, lowering myself to his hungry mouth. At first, his tongue is feather-light, slowly tracing the length of my sex, then he picks up the tempo, swirling and gliding, edging closer and closer to the tiny pink pearl that promises relief.
I try to be careful, not wanting to hurt him, but damn—he makes me want to lose myself completely. His hands snake upward, cupping my breasts. It’s hot, it’s sexy, it’s all the things I’ve been craving from a man.
“Yes!” I say between guttural groans, grinding downward onto his ever-attentive appendage.
His pace quickens, sending my body surging to the finish line, frantic for relief. I can barely control myself, and all worries for his safety are abandoned as I grind against him aggressively, fucking his mouth while he groans beneath me.
Don’t kill him. It would be really hard to explain how he suffocated on your bed.
But I can’t ease up, and as his mouth ravages me, I unleash my passion.
Wave after wave of pleasure overwhelms me, and I struggle to stay upright. It’s by the grace of Garrett’s hands that I simply don’t tip over. Eventually, my body slows, and I look down to make sure Garrett’s face is still beige and not some shade of purple.
“Sorry…” I say timidly.
“Sorry? You should be saying, “You’re welcome.” That was…amazing.”
“I was scared I would suffocate you.”
“You’re light as a bird, Kitty Kat. Now get on my cock and ride me.”
It’s my turn to obey.
I straddle his hips, positioning his cock at the junction between my thighs. It’s huge, demanding—imposing. It wants to be inside of me.
Garrett grabs my hips, pressing gently upwards, breaching my pussy.
I groan, from pleasure and a touch of pain. Good pain. The kind you go back for.
He pulls my hips roughly down, and now I’m impaled. His hands move to my breasts, toying with my nipples.
“Ride me, Kitty Kat.”
I comply, shifting my weight on his massive member. I thought I was taking in a big one when I was fucking Russell Harris at eight inches, but he’s got nothing on Garrett.
“Yes-yes,” he groans. His hand travels downward to massage my clit.
It doesn’t take long to fully arouse me again, bringing me to the brink of primal passion.
“I can’t hold out much longer,” he rasps.
Neither can I.
I can barely sit up, my legs are shaking so badly. I bring my body forward, my chest against his as he pumps into me. As if we are somehow connected, our passions explode, and we come wrapped in each other’s arms. It’s beautiful. It’s magical. It’s like something you read out of a romance novel—but it’s real.
A long moment of silence passes between us before I finally say, “That was incredible.”
“It sure was,” he says, his voice cracking.
