He leaned over me, fingers pressing into the side of my neck, and smirked against my ear. “Say it again.”
“Michael,” I whispered, feeling nothing but ecstasy roll through me.
He groaned into my ear, pulled my shirt and bra cups down, and gazed at my tits from over my shoulder. He pulled both of my arms behind my back with one of his and thrust his cock against my ass again, watching my breasts bounce. “Fuck, Mia, these tits.”
He pushed his hips into me. “Feel that?” he asked. “Beg for it like I know you want to.” He took my nipple between his fingers and tugged on it, making me moan.
“Please, Michael … please give it to me. I need it.” My whole body was aching for it. I needed to feel full, needed his huge cock in my pussy, pounding in and out and making me moan for him.
“Louder.” He squeezed my nipple, twisting it, then releasing it. Again and again.
I whimpered. “Please, Michael,” I said louder. I reached behind me, drawing my hand up his cock through his pants. “Let me suck it.”
He released my wrists, and I knelt behind the bar, rubbing my hand up and down his length. He undid his button and pulled down the zipper of his pants, pulling out his cock. I wrapped my hand around the base, licking from the base to his head while I stared up at him.
I swirled my tongue around his head, sucking on it gently. It was so big, and my pussy was throbbing, waiting for it to be inside of me.
“Fuck my mouth,” I said to him, staring up at him with big eyes. “Please, Michael. Make me feel good.”
His jaw twitched, his eyes full with lust. He grabbed my chin and pulled me toward him, pushing his cock into my mouth and teasing me with his head. “Touch yourself while I do it. Get your pussy ready for me to tear up,” he said.
I pushed a hand between my legs and rubbed my clit through my underwear. He steadily pushed himself all the way into my throat until the base of his cock was against my lips. I roughly bobbed my head back and forth on him.
With one hand, Michael reached down and pinched my nipple between his fingers. A gush of pleasure rushed through me, and I tightened again. Drool dripped from my lips onto my breasts, and he rubbed the spit against my nipples, making them glisten.
He drove himself all the way down my throat, holding himself there. I stared up at him, cheeks warming, trying so desperately to breathe. I placed one hand on his thigh, trying to pull away, yet he held me close to him.
“Don’t stop touching your pussy,” he said, sliding deeper.
I squeezed my eyes closed, pushing him deeper down my throat and rubbing my pussy so fucking hard. It was pulsing more than it ever had.
My pussy tightened, and I moaned on Michael’s cock. I could feel a toe-curling orgasm about to rip through me at any fucking moment.
Michael clutched my chin and made me look up at him. “Come.”
And … just like that … I screamed out on his cock, delight rolling through me. He thrust his cock deeper, listening to the sloppy, wet gagging sounds my throat was making for him.
My legs tingled; my pussy pulsed. Before I even came down from the orgasm, he pulled me to my feet, turned me around to face the bar, and pushed my upper body down onto it. In one quick motion, he pulled my pants down to my ankles and pushed his cock right against my entrance, toying with me again.
“I’ve been thinking about this all fucking day,” he said, plunging himself inside of me.
I arched my back and screamed out his name when he filled me. He lifted one of my legs, holding it in the air to give himself better access, and pounded into me.
“Harder, Michael,” I said.
He snaked his arm around my waist, fingers rubbing my clit.
I tightened my grip on the bar, my pussy tensing. And I didn’t know what possessed me to say what I said next, but … God … it had to be the fucking devil. “Please come inside of me,” I said, my mind hazy. “Please, I need it.”
He groaned into my ear, body shuddering, and bit down on my neck. Rapture exploded through me, and I furrowed my brows.
“God, Michael, I can’t fucking handle it anymore. I-I’m … I’m going to—”
“Come. I want to feel your pussy tighten around me,” he said.
The tension built high inside me. I gripped on to the counter, trying to hold on to something as my pussy quivered over and over and over on his cock.
“Let me come on your tits,” he said against me, breathing hitched.
