“So sweet,” he groans against my pussy. “Knew you would be. Could smell it on you. Been driving me crazy.”
He slides two thick fingers inside me while his mouth works my clit, and I nearly come off the floor. He’s stretching me, filling me, his fingers curving to hit a spot that has me crying out.
“That’s it.” He pumps his fingers faster, his tongue flicking my clit in a relentless rhythm. “Come for me, Imani. Let me taste you.”
I shatter.
The orgasm rips through me, making me scream his name, my thighs clamping around his head, my nails digging into his scalp. He doesn’t stop, just keeps licking, keeps fingering, wringing every last wave of pleasure from my shaking body.
When I finally come down, I’m boneless and panting, staring at the ceiling while he presses soft kisses to my inner thighs.
“One,” he says, and I can hear the satisfaction in his voice.
“One?”
“I’m not done with you yet.”
Before I can respond, he’s flipping me over onto my stomach. I gasp as his hands grip my hips, lifting me onto my hands and knees.
“Been thinking about this too,” he murmurs, running his palms over the curve of my ass. “This perfect ass. These thick thighs. Wanted to bend you over my kitchen table the first day you were here.”
I feel him shift behind me, feel the blunt head of his dick pressing against my entrance. He’s big. I knew that from lastnight, from feeling him through his pants, but this is different. This is real.
“You ready for me?” he asks, and there’s a strain in his voice, like he’s barely holding himself back.
“Yes. God, yes.”
He pushes in slowly, inch by inch, giving me time to adjust. The stretch burns, but it’s a good burn, a full burn, my body opening up for him like it was made for this.
“Fuck.” His voice is wrecked. “So tight. So fucking tight, Imani. You’re gripping me so good.”
When he’s finally all the way in, I feel impossibly full. He’s so deep I can feel him in my stomach. We both stay still for a moment, breathing hard.
Then he starts to move.
Long, slow strokes at first. Pulling almost all the way out, then sliding back in, letting me feel every inch of him. His hands grip my hips, his fingers digging into my soft flesh, holding me steady.
“You feel so good,” he groans. “Better than I imagined. Better than anything.”
He picks up the pace, his hips slapping against my ass, the sound obscene in the quiet cabin. I’m moaning with every thrust, my arms trembling, my whole body shaking.
“Harder,” I beg. “Please, Tolin. Harder.”
He growls and gives me what I want, fucking me hard and deep, his dick hitting spots I didn’t know existed. One hand leaves my hip and tangles in my hair, yanking my head back.
“This what you want?” he demands, his voice rough in my ear. “You want me to fuck you like this? Claim this pussy?”
“Yes.” I’m sobbing with pleasure, tears leaking from the corners of my eyes. “Yes, please, it’s yours, I’m yours.”
“Damn right you are.”
He releases my hair and reaches around to find my clit, working it in circles while he pounds into me. The dual sensation is too much, and I feel another orgasm building, bigger than the first.
“Come for me again,” he orders. “Come on my dick, Imani. Let me feel it.”
I explode.
My whole body convulses, my pussy clenching around him so tight he groans. He fucks me through it, never slowing down, prolonging the pleasure until I’m screaming into the rug, tears streaming down my face.
