Fuck, though, I want to recreate some of my imaginings.
My thrusts grow wilder, deeper, faster. I jackhammer into her.
Hailey gasps and arches upward as I reach the end of her cunt and grind on her.
“Fuck!” I gasp. Too soon. I’ll come in seconds. I pull myself out of her and flip her over, kneel between her legs and mouth her pussy. Struck by whimsy, I tease her everywhere for a while, circling that sensitive nub, while she kicks then subsides, panting, scowling up at me.
Then I truly get to work with my tongue. She shudders as I suck on her, finding what really makes her tense up then breathe erratically. She moans and murmurs filthy encouragement through the impromptu gag.
I fucking love seeing her with her bra stuffed in and tight across her mouth.
Her clit swells more, becomes a target no one can miss. I firm my tongue and circle it, stuff her pussy with three of my black-gloved fingers and squeeze them in and out to a rhythm it seems she can’t get enough of.
When she strains her pussy toward my mouth and tries to crush my head with her thighs, I push them away. I growl at her until she whimpers and gives in. Her legs dangle loosely over my shoulders. I insert my fingers, going slow at first. Her cunt entrance barely lets me get in those three, but I can. I keep them still until she lifts her head.
“You being good for me?”
Hailey nods, somewhat frantically. Definitely almost there. I flick her clit, hard, with my tongue and smile as she squeaks.
I should’ve tied her feet to the base of the sofa, to make her feel especially vulnerable.
“More?” she begs, the word muffled by the gag.
“Say please.” I place my teeth, top and bottom, over her clit.
“Pw-eee-ase?” Then she whimpers, nicely, perfectly. My cock throbs.
Fuck yeah, I could do this again, forever. Clit torture… I inhale, nostrils wide, scenting her as my imagination runs crazy wild, thinking of how to do this. My cock bobs, begging for some attention. Clit torture…next time.
Bad Me is happy.
I place my mouth on her again and my tongue finds the old rhythm, as do my fingers. Within a short time, she’s arching and gasping, when she chokes out another sound and stiffens. Her thighs are trembling. Her pussy spasms intensely, and I jam my fingers fully in and watch her completely unravel for me.
Oh, the things we will do to her.
I stand and flip her over, take my cock in my fist, give it a stroke before I place it at her slit, ride along it then jam myself into her hole.Nirvana.That first thrust inside her goes beautifully deep, smacking into the back of her thighs and jiggling her ass. It wrenches another moan from her.
20
IN THRUST WE TRUST
I’m coming down off the high, shaking a little, struggling to get my breath, when he thrusts into me and starts to fuck me cruelly, hard and ruthless, with the force moving the sofa along the floor. The heightened sensations after being newly brought to orgasm have me feeling every moment, every shunt, every squeeze of my walls, and wishing I could come again.
God. Please. Close, I’m so close.
He hammers in ten, twenty more times, then stiffens, and his cock swells as he comes, finishing with his hands clawed onto my hips.
After he unties me, we end up in the shower together, upstairs, where we soap each other down and wash away the filth of the day, the leftover mess from sex, though truthfully, it’s mostly him washing me.
I’m close to dead. My legs shake as I climb into bed thencollapse with a huff and feel him snuggle the huge length of his body into me from behind.
My eyes close, knowing I must explain all this to my neighbors tomorrow.
A day of miles of walking, of rough, incredible, scary sex, of doing it with a man who isn’t quite precisely a man?
I’m crazy, though. I’m the weird one.
I let him do all that after knowing him for a day.
