His dick stretches behind the boxer briefs. “Like what you see? I’d fuck you into the next century, flower girl. God, I can’t stop thinking about you. Need you.”
Gripping my ass cheeks, he hikes me up, my core grinding against his steel cock. I constrict everywhere, just to feel him inside of me already.
My hand flies in his hair, tugging at the ends. Lips locked, he walks me toward the bed. My back lands on the fluffy mattress with a surprised yelp before he slides my jeans off me. His gaze is as hot as a volcano, creating a lava to flow through my veins.
Finding evidence of how much I want him, he brushes his nose against my drenched thong, inhaling my scent.
“I’ll worship this pussy I can’t get out of my head. Never had better and never will,” he rasps.
He hooks a thumb under the strap and trails my thong down my legs before he discards it on the floor—forgotten just like his restraint and my inhibitions.
“Look at this bare, perfect pussy.”
This man makes me feel like I am the most desirable woman on earth, boosting me up.
He kneels at the edge of the bed and trails a finger over my slit, causing a jolt to electrify my body. Hooking my leg over his shoulder, he wears a mischievous grin, before he nibbles up my thigh. When his hot breath finds my pussy, I buck up, tingling everywhere.
“Please… I’m—” Desperate, wanton, ready to combust.
“Let me greet my pussy properly after so long.” His tongue laps at my slit and I arch my back, riding a wave of pleasure that pulls me under.
No problem, I’ll learn to live with holding my breath just to feel this ultimate pleasure.
He slips one finger inside me, then another, scissoring them and coaxing a waterfall of pleasure out of me. Can you die of too much pleasure? Don’t care either way.
His mouth and pumping fingers make me lose my mind. I embark on a journey straight to euphoria, chasing that ultimate pleasure destination.
Fisting the sheet, I come on a long cry, breathing heavily.Am I still alive?
My release glistens on his chin and he licks his lips, an approving sound rumbling in his chest.
Lust hoods his eyes, eliciting another tremor from my body. “Delicious.”
I look at him and see how his erection pokes out from his boxer briefs. I swallow—hungry and eager to feel it.
He cups his cock, eyeing me as his palm moves up and down, hypnotizing me.
“Do you think your pussy can take the excitement of my cock?”
“Yes,” I breathe out.
I spread my legs in open invitation, twirling my nipples—unabashedly.
I am this confident only with him—free to explore the seductress in me, wanting him on his knees, undone for me, just like I am him.
“Good, because it seems I waited an eternity to get back inside you.”
He tugs at his waistband and slips them off. He’s big, thick, with an angry purple head and leaking pre-cum. I swallow, wanting to lick the drop.Patience.I’ll have time to fulfill all my fantasies.
“Fuck, condoms.”
I giggle at the plural.
“I’m on the pill. I want to feel you bare, Ian,” I coax him, starved for more—more of that promise of unbound pleasure and ultimate fulfilment.
“I’m clean and always use condoms.”
Flicking a finger, I urge him to come to me. “Now, where were we?”
