“I… I need more,” I gushed, shakily.
A slow, deviant smile crept across his gorgeous face. “More?”
“Yeah. More.”
“What do you need?”
“I need your cock. Please. I want you to fuck me.”
“Hard?”
I nodded eagerly.
He traced a finger down the curve of my cheek. “And come on your sweet face?”
I made a strangled, desperate sound. “On my face. Make it messy. Be loud,” I told him as he shifted, and he fumbled getting his hard cock lined up. Was he as excited as I was? “I want to hear you. I love your voice…”
I spread my legs wide, my knees up by my shoulders, as he pushed in. We both watched as he filled me. He groaned, low and hungry. His eyes hit mine. “Keep watching,” he ordered.
He eased in, and I grabbed at his ass, trying to pull him deeper. God, he was big. He didn’t look this big when he was soft. But he was thick as fuck.
“Fuck, Angeline.” He groaned again as he withdrew a bit, then sank into me again. I was so wet, we made slippery noises together. He pounded into me, hard, just like I asked, and he grunted and groaned with pleasure.
Holy God, this was epic. Every fantasy I’d ever had, he was nailing every one of them, willingly and fast. Plus, he was so damn hot. Watching his body working over mine was mind-bending erotic.
“Tell me,” he groaned, as he drilled into me with a desperate need. “Tell me how it feels. Good?”
“Fuck,” I panted, so turned on that he was turned on. Byme. “You feel so hard and so fucking big.”
“You just can’t get enough, can you? My horny little cock slut—” His voice broke as he pounded into me and I gasped and moaned beneath him, spreading my legs as far as I could. He took the cue and grabbed my ankles, hoisting them onto his shoulders and pressing his hips against me, sinking deeper. He groaned with the pleasure, then grunted every time he slammed in. We were going at it like rutting beasts and it was the hottest thing I’d ever experienced.
“Don’t stop,” I begged. “Don’t come yet. Keep pounding me.”
“Yeah? You like that sweet pussy pounded…?”
“Yeah.”
“Good. I’m gonna feed that hungry little pussy until it chokes.”
Oh, God. My eyes rolled back in my head. He was good at dirty talk, too.
“Keep talking,” I begged as my core muscles clenched around him. He made a strangled, pleasured sound as he kept pounding.
“Fuck. You’re so pretty. You love this, don’t you.”
“Yes.”
“You want my cock…”
“I want it so bad. Give me more.”
He picked up the pace a bit, slamming into me a little faster as his chest pressed against my legs and he stretched me wide.
“God… so good…” I managed.
“Angel…”
“God, I’m so horny…” I moaned, aching.
