I snap the button of his jeans, and reach for his dick. I’m not surprised to find him hard, thick in my hand.
“What do you say, honey?” I ask him.
He lifts me up and around his waist, kissing me and walking us back til his knees hit the back of the bed. He sits, roaming his hands up and down my back. I’m in charge, he’s letting me take control.
He positions us on the bed, he lays down, as I straddle his body. But we’ve run into a small problem, “So, are we just gonna be half naked or...” I start to ask, but in a swiftness, he removes everything from him and me. Someone is in a mood.
He lays back down, both of us naked with the glow of the night sky and the bonfires from outside. My hand can’t resist the temptation of trailing his muscles, soft smooth skin, but rock hard abdomen. His chiseled features, his full lips, strong shoulders, and his hands, the ones that are palming my breasts. I lift up, positioning his cock at my entrance. Even with just the tip teasing me, sends me over the moon. One easy slip and slide down his cock, taking every inch, stretching everything inside me.
Not even half way and I feel full, like I’m ready to combust. His groan as I continue to get seated, gives me the response I wanted. I wanted to be the one to drive him just as wild as he does me. To have him writhe and perhaps even beg.
I whimper in the sensation of being filled, stretched, being used for personal gain, at least my personal gain. He grips my hips, almost howling in his pleasure.
“Fucking hell, you took every inch, didn’t you?” he asks, I wanted to say yes, but something said I wasn’t there yet. I didn’t answer but moved my hips hitting every position. I slowly drive each thrust through. He’s my own ride.
“You gonna ride me, angel?” he asks, I simply nod, biting my lip, as I work to slide him in and out, creating a rhythm that matches our need. But it doesn’t take long before I speed up to take full advantage of his cock, my hips swirling and taunting, bringing him to the edge. My reward, and what drives me to the edge is his groans.
I try to hold back, but it’s like holding back a built up dam, ready to bust through. My pussy grips his cock, tightening its hold. His hands clenched tight, as I got lost in my own heat, his hands took over, helping me ride his cock.
I shake my head, “Fuck, I can’t. I need to come.” I moan out. I take back control, bouncing, chasing my own relief. This time being greedy. Keola quietly senses my need and as he does, knows exactly how to take care of me.
He leans me forward and lifts my hips up as he pounds into me, driving into a pleasurable pace. By some miracle, both of us are crying out in sweet release, as he grabs onto me tighter. His cock spasming inside me, filling me with his warm cum. My own personal fireworks setting off, the buzzing feeling flowing through.
The sound of booming fireworks explode with fiery colors outside the window, the countdown to the new year.
“My own little angel.”
“Flying high with her devil,” I kiss him, entering the new year.
Chapter 35
Keola
Happyfuckingnewyearto me.
Of all the years in this world, last night is the highlight and best moment of my life. The sun beams into my club room, my angel draping her arm across my chest, in nothing but my tshirt. The warmth of her skin on mine melts me away. I push her hair out of her eyes, wanting to freeze the moment, asking the world to stop so we can be here a little longer.
She told me last night that she had a surprise for me. But no surprise right now nothing can compete with my content right here. I will fight every challenge to keep it that way. After the fireworks and ball drop, and ourfireworks, we passed out with Finn in the room across from us.
She stirs in her sleep, a sleepy, blissful moan escapes her. She’s attached herself to my thigh and thought of just slipping inside her roams my mind. My hands trail her body, lightly touching her skin as it prickles under my fingertips.
“Don’t start something you can’t finish there, 5-0,” she warns me.
I roll over kissing her nose, a sweet sentiment.
“Angel, you’re the one who’s wrapped herself around me. I think you wanted me to just,” my fingers graze over your needy pussy, already wet with want, “slip inside you, waking you up from an already sex dream to reality.”
Her hips meet every circle around her clit. She aches for more, relentlessly to get it. I withdraw my fingers from her, and she whines.
“We have the day to get through,” I remind her, hoping that she would spill about the surprise.
“Give me an orgasm, and we can,” she says sleepily.
“You’re a bossy little thing in the morning.” I nip at her lips until she’s pressed against me.
“It’s either an orgasm or coffee,” she growls.
I roll over on her, her legs wrapped around me. “How about both?”
