“One more, Charlotte.” he demands as he pumps one finger then two into me. I start whimpering, it’s not long before the rhythm of his fingers and the sounds of my own moans setting me off like a rocket. My legs start to shake, “That’s my girl, look at you. Coming around my fingers like a good girl.” He drags his tongue over my wetness. “And tasting like the best damn thing ever.”
He ditches his shorts, and he springs out his hardened cock, that’s dripping in pre-cum.
Oh fucking thick dick. I want that in my mouth.
Thick, well beyond good measure size. He doesn’t ask, but I’m already on my knees crawling over to him, as he strokes him.
“Well, well. Does someone want something?” he teases.
I lick my lips, “Please.”
He caresses my chin, “You ask so nicely.” He steps closer to me, “Just a taste. Open your mouth for me.” I obey quickly, opening my mouth with my tongue out. His tip is just barely in my mouth, I get the tiniest taste of him. My eyes lock on him, looking straight up at him.
“Angel, you are a fucking dream with that pretty green on me. Being a good girl and listening,” he praises me and beams like a lighthouse.
What has gotten into me?He has, breaking down every wall I have put up.
My tongue swirls around his cock, his moans ring in my ear and I can’t help but to slide my hand down to my clit and rub.
For a moment I close my eyes and next they spring open from a smack on my ass. The pain radiates. Did he just spank me and did I want him to do it again? Both yes.
“Naughty angel. I didn’t say you could touch yourself,” He yanks my chin causing me to straighten up on my knees. I whimper from being so close. “Turn. Ass up.”
I sink back down, quickly obeying. At this moment, I’m his.
“Keola,” I plead, wanting to chase the high that is riveting through me.
I hear the tearing of foil, I wiggle, leaning back to feel him. His hands roam over my ass, spreading my cheeks before striking them. I yelp in pain, but burn in pleasure. He strikes a couple more times as heat rushes to the cheeks.
His deep groan rumbles. He teases me, waiting for something. The bed dips from his weight on the bed, he leans forward.
“Charlotte, after I sink myself in this tight pussy, you’re mine. Not just here in my bed, but outside this house, for everyone to see.”
I nod my head, he peppers his kisses down my spine. “Please, fuck me.”
“Arms behind your back,” he orders, my chest on the bed, arms stretched behind, I’m ready.
He teases me with his cock over my clit, ghosting it over my entrance. His one hand grasping my wrists behind, holding me still. Before I can beg for him to just fuck me senselessly, he slams into me.
Both of us released a moan. All the torturous weeks and playful games led us here. Both of us panting and moaning in desperation as his cock keeps thrusting and stretching me.
His movements are almost like an ocean rolling the waves, and sending ripples of pleasure through us.
I’m reaching my release and all I want is attention to my clit. Keola reads me like a book, knowing exactly what I need. “I got you, angel. I want you to come around this cock. And the only thing I want to hear is my name.” His free hand turning his attention to my clit and his other hand releasing my wrists to grip tight on my hips.
“One day I’ll get you to ride me like a queen,” he says breathlessly, his moans echoing in my ears, about to send me over the edge. My pussy clenches around him, begging to be let go. He knows I like that idea, me taking control, perhaps using him.
“I’m gonna come, please.” I beg, knowing that’ll push him over the edge.
“Come for me. Let go,” he commands and like that a floodgate opens up. He continues to fuck me senseless, my hands now tangled in the sheets. My body is in full vibrations. He slows down his rhythm, letting me ride it out.
He hasn’t come yet.
Again and again. His words echo.
Fuck.
He removes himself and the emptiness from him makes my body sad and lonely. He flips me over, bringing my knees closer to my chest, his knees creating a barrier. He leans forward, small beads of sweat running down his forehead. My chest heaving from being breathless. “One more, angel. This time together.”
