“Your pussy is so fucking wet.” He let out a long, heavy breath. “And tight.” He slid a few more inches in me. “I wish I could strip you, taste you, and fuck you properly.”
“Ohmigod, ohmigooooooooooooooooooooooood.”
“Don’t worry, I’m going to make sure you come all over this dick.” He gave me another couple of inches. “I’m going to take good care of this pussy.”
“Please do,” I moaned.
“Say ‘please’ again. I love how it sounds coming out of your mouth.”
“Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease,” I moaned, just as he completely filled me up.
“Fuck…” He sucked in a sharp breath and then let it out shakily. “That’s a tight fit. You good?”
“Yesssssssssssssss! God, yes.”
“I love the way you’re gripping me.” Pulling almost all the way out, he took his time sliding back in. “Your pussy feels so fucking good.”
“Lamar,” I cried, feeling my orgasm building. “You’re so deep. Please don’t stop. Please!”
“I won’t stop until you tell me to.” He pulled out and then buried himself inside me again, filling me up. “I won’t stop until this pussy can’t take it anymore.”
Moaning loudly, I was in heaven.
“Yeah, get loud for me, just like that,” he uttered as he started sliding in and out of me. “I love the way you sound as you’re taking this dick.”
“Lamar…” My eyes shut tight as I quivered with want. “Shit…”
“I’m glad you can handle me, Jazzy. I’m glad you can take all this dick. Because there’s nothing I want more than to make you come.”
His words intensified his strokes, and I shuddered.
“La-Lamar, you’re going to make me scream, and someone is going to hear us.” I panted, trying not to be even more turned on by the prospect.
“Oh, you’d like that, wouldn’t you? You want everyone on the other side of the river to hear you come on my dick?” He grabbed my hips as he picked up the pace.
My walls clenched, and heat spread throughout my entire body.
“Oh shit, that’s a yes?” he groaned. “It’s okay, Jazzy, I want it, too. I want them to hear how well you take this dick. I want them to know it’s me making you moan like this.”
“Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease,” I begged wantonly, grinding myself against him. I took every inch he gave me.
“Fuck,” he grunted. “You like that.”
I did. A lot.
His dick, his hands, his words—everything about him stoked the fire inside me. I was just one exposed nerve in his hands, and everything he did stimulated me and drove me toward the most intense pleasure of my life.
My thighs hit the bumper, and the force of our bodies rocked the vehicle. The river rapids, birds chirping, and unintelligible dialogue from across the river barely covered the sound of our skin slapping, his ragged breathing, or my loud, lust-filled moans. I gave in to the ecstasy of being with him, and I didn’t care who heard or saw.
“Please, please, please… Lamar, please don’t—ohmigod,” I whimpered. I felt like I was going to explode. He moved in and out of me until I hit the point of no return.
“Your pussy feels so fucking good.” His voice was hoarse and needy. “Youfeel so fucking good.”
The combination of his stroke and those words had me moaning, and I found myself tightening around his shaft.
“Oh shit,” he groaned softly, picking up the pace. “Give it to me, Jazzy. Come on my dick.”
As he continued to thrust his hips, I threw my ass back to meet him.
