“You liked it last night when you were screaming.”
I had.
“It is also my business,” he says.
“That being?” I ask, coffee going in.
“Imagination, or as some call it, entertainment.”
As the coffee starts to wake me, imagination hottie latches onto one of my nipples. My back arches like a cat’s at the pleasant sensation.
“Entertain me,” I moan.
It is starting to feel good, and I feel his hard thick cock against my butt. He slides expert fingers between my folds, and I know I am wet. Kissing my neck, he tweaks a nipple as my heart pounds hard.
As he circles my clit with his slick fingers, I gasp. I knock back the coffee fast, and he moves around and curls two fingers inside me. He finds the spot as his other hand’s thumb circles my clit.
I moan, “You bastard.” I quickly spin and climb above him. “Okay, one last time.”
He grabs me as if I’m as light as paper, tosses me aside on the bed, and walks to his navy suit jacket.
He rolls a condom on, and I wonder how I’ll fit the entire thing back inside me.
I remember it stretching my pussy wide last night, and my heart pounds at the thought.
Kneeling at the end of the bed, he slides his hands around my ankles. He then pulls me towards him and his huge hungry cock. My wet core is wanting and hungry, my mouth open wide.
“You really are a sick man,” I say, needing him inside me.
“We established that last night,” he says huskily.
“True,” I say, remembering, as he kneels between my legs and lines up.
He brushes his huge crown against my clit, and I gasp.
“How about this?” he growls low.
“Speak and make it good,” I say. I try to be playful, but I do not want to slow things down. I need him inside me.
“What part of you wants to be entertained now?”
His cock swipes my folds, and I pant. He is good for breakfast banter, I’ll give him that.
“How about you shut up and take me.”
The brute winks and he pushes into me hard and fast. He slides in all the way, and I moan loud.
As he stretches every inch of me wide, he climbs on top of me. Our eyes are close again, and his are starting to darken again.
“Look at me,” he commands.
I do, but my mouth is open wide as he stretches me further. Just as I am about to say something playful, he thrusts back in, driving me hard into the bed.
I moan as I feel bliss. “Oh, God.”
He stops his ultra-deep shock drives, and he rocks in slowly with a steady rhythm.
We smile playfully, and I hold him around the neck.
