With one quick yank, he pulls his shirt off and tosses it to the floor, revealing his broad chest and incredibly defined abs. Then he unfastens his belt, pulling down his pants and boxers to free his erection.
Again, I whimper, helpless to stop myself.
He grabs my ankles, places the heels of my shoed feet on the edge of the chair, and spreads my knees wide.
He really is so filthy.
Instead of moving forward, he grabs the legs of the chair and pulls it to him, like some kind of professional sex god.
“Hands on your knees.”
I obey, which is not typical of me.
My eyes dart to his erection, which is just as big as I remember it, if not bigger. The head is monstrous, and the thick vein running the length is so prominent, I’m sure I’ll feel it.
Without warning, he shoves his cum-drenched fingers into my mouth as he pushes into me.
“Suck it like a good girl,” he growls, pumping into me hard and fast at just the right angle to graze my needy clit.
My first instinct is to slap the ever-living shit out of him. My throbbing pussy overrides that thought, however, and insteadof objecting, I moan around his Samantha-flavored fingers, twining my tongue around them like a goddamn whore.
He wears a rakish grin as he surges into me violently, making the chair jolt and creak. I’m pretty sure it wasn’t made for this kind of action. I’m not so sure I am, either.
Just a little bit more.
Oh…yes…right…there…
“Come on, baby girl,” Toxic says between thrusts. “Cream on my fat cock.”
Pleasure slams through me, radiating from my core in pulsing waves that have me babbling in tongues around his fingers. What right does he have to drive me to such madness? To be so goddamn addicting.
He pulls his fingers from my mouth and braces his hand on the back of the chair as he sinks into me, bottoming out with a grunt.
His cock pulses obscenely as he shoots thick ropes of cum inside me, filling me with his warmth.
A strange content feeling washes over me, but just as my muscles begin to relax, Toxic decides he hasn’t had enough.
He bends, bringing his mouth back to my pussy, absolutely devouring me like I’m his favorite meal. His tongue drills deep inside me, lapping up our cum like a raccoon in a dumpster.
“What the fuck, Toxic,” I blurt, but I make no move to stop him because what he’s doing is deliciously sinful.
He toys with my clit as he feasts, and because I’ve already had two orgasms, I’m primed for a third.
Just…a…little…more…
“Yes!” I gasp, bucking gently against him as his mouth seals around my hole. I feel the mixture of our cum sliding from my body and gasp.
For as long as I live, I’m positive I’ll never have another experience like this. With someone as depraved as this hunk of a man.
Pun intended.
But Toxic isn’t done.
Spent, and hardly able to feel my limbs from all the redirected blood flow, Toxic stands, brings his mouth to might, and gives me a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss.
Our fluids fill my mouth, sliding down my throat.
I claw his shoulder in defiance, but, for some inexplicable reason, I don’t push him away. Our tongues clash in tangy chaos, as we consume each other in a scene fit for a raunchy porno.
