Below, he slides my panties aside again and starts on my clit. I cannot believe I’m doing this, but he is not rough. He is also not some bad boy. Somehow, it feels classy, and it does not feel trashy.
I start to lose it, and I feel needy and desperate.
“Condom,” I whisper as he kisses my neck.
He looks left and right as he perfectly works my nipple. I really start to lose it, so I reach down to his pants. I feel his hard cock and squeeze it tight. He is hard and he is huge. Really fucking huge.
I moan as he rubs my clit faster. “Condom,” I moan.
As he pauses, our eyes meet. I then nod and pant.
He pulls a condom from a chic leather wallet, and in the light, I notice cufflinks. The gold glints in the light as he slips the condom on with precision and confidence.
He holds my chin delicately, and one of his eyebrows lifts in a question. I nod ever so slightly. I need it. We communicate fast as if in some silent language only we know.
He leans down and slides my panties down my legs. He puts them in his suit jacket, and he places my ankles wide on the hood.
In the dark, he holds my face inches from his and he lines up at my entrance. I reach down to help, and I lean back.
As his crown enters, I gasp at the size. He then starts to stretch my pussy, and slowly, he pushes himself inside me.
I moan, wet, still high from the danger of the chase.
He rocks into me while we look into each other’s eyes. As the rain comes down outside, I lean back, and my back arches.
He pushes in deeper; it’s hot, and it’s just what I need. He thumbs my clit as he rocks in and out, working me to perfection.
I have no idea who taught him or if he is just gifted. As he thumbs my clit on the wet steel, more thunder booms.
Our eyes hold, and we do not kiss. We just work each other closer.
I know my eyes are now pleading; I feel disturbed, wicked, and excited.
Jocks run past in the distance, and I peak and lose it. As I shatter around him, I have the most intense orgasmof my life.
I am close to screaming as I buck, amazed.
As the jocks peer around behind the statues, my core clamps around his cock. Holding me close, he places a hand on my mouth. “That’s it, baby, that’s it, come.”
My pleading eyes cannot believe the release as I gasp and pant.
The cold grump holds me close, so cool under pressure.
He keeps his thick cock buried deep in me and holds me on the huge thing. “Shhhhh, shhhhh.”
As my body bucks and spasms under him, he smiles for the first time.
Our faces are inches apart, and he thumbs my lower lip. “Good girl, good girl.”
Finally, the jocks behind us run on, and I start to breathe again. He smiles wickedly and lifts my chin. “Got a name?”
“Sam,” I say. “You?”
“They call me Harrison,” he says deeply and husky. “How do you do?”
I blush, and we look left and right.
Gently, he slides out and he adjusts me like a gentleman. He helps me up, and he helps me with my denim skirt. Removing the condom, he adjusts his navy suit.
