Her eyes flash. Her hair tumbles and her breasts bounce as her head shakes.
She’s impatient. I know. And I am.
I throw her on the couch.
Chapter Eleven
Lily
He shrugs off the crumpled mess of his clothes and stretches his hard, bare body over me. He pulls a hard kiss from my mouth. Squeezes and sucks on my breasts. I judder inside. He licks and nibbles my stomach.
Then he rips my panties. Cool air on my cunt is replaced by his hot breath as he hauls my thighs up, over his shoulders.
He blows, breathes, fans me. The rough, hard buzz of his cheek and his jaw scrapes the inside of my thigh. His lips brush the tops of my legs and stroke me over my mound.
At the first lick, I moan and claw at him. Dig my fingers into his shoulders. I roll my hips to grind the lips of my cunt into his mouth.
I’m flooded with sensations.
He sucks my clit, trills his tongue over and around my mound and my hood. I jolt and twist. He laps my wings. Slow. Sure, like he already knows me. Presses and squeezes with his tongue flat and wide.
His velvet tongue stretches. Turns. Pierces and slices me. Upward. Hooking back. Pushing up. Dragging down. I flutter open.
My back arcs as his tongue slides up inside me. My walls flutter, trying to grip and hold him. His lips press my wings and make a seal.
Between my folds, high at the front, he knows where to find my trigger spot. And he knows how to woo and tease it. My ass clenches. Buzzes and zings flash around my whole body.
I tip my pelvis to shove my cunt along his tongue, into his mouth, pushing my lips hard against his. Squeezing and suckling the impossible length of his muscular tongue.
My fingers stretch and claw. My thighs quiver and zing.
I shout, groan, thrash, and moan. And I gush. Into his mouth. He laps and sucks, moaning with pleasure.
He holds my hips as I clench and rock, shouting. Bursting. Collapsing. Melting and splashing into his evil mouth.
Damn him.
He moves his body up, rising to stretch over me. Even exhausted, I arc toward him. My tits want him. My mouth wants him. My treacherous arms and hands and legs want him. And my cunt wants him.
His whole is face is wet. With my fingers, I wipe his mouth. Then I lick my fingers. Suck them one by one.
The hard underside of his massive cock presses and nudges my clit.
His eyes burn deep into me. I pull his face to me. Lock my mouth on his. Feel the invasion of his tongue as he draws his hips back, lowering the head of his enormous pole to drop into my swollen lips.
I reach down. I have to feel his hard thickness as he gets ready to slide into me.
He lifts my ass, and I wrap my legs around him.
I ask him, “Are you tough enough to take my boots on your back?”
“Your daddy would probably think so.”
Then I shiver, remembering how he put Daddy down. “Yeah. I guess you are.”
Then I shout as he slides in. I’m overflowing instantly with sensations of pleasure and pain.
His voice is low and dirty. “Want me to go easier?”
I kick my heels into his back. “Should I get spurs?”
He drives into me, stretching me wide. Inside me, banks of floodlights whumped on.
I feel like he’ll tear me in two. In spite of the pain, my back curls to tip my pelvis to him, drawing him deeper.
But, of course, he has his pace.
And we flow.
I feel like we’re two parts of a pattern. Like the yin-yang symbol. Two histories, two worlds combining, melting together, fusing into each other. Forming into a new day. Like a huge part of me I didn’t even know I lost has come back to reclaim me. To make me new and whole.
I wrap my arms around him. Grab and pull at his head. His ass. Scrape and claw at his back. His rhythm takes me over. I slide on him and up, down him and push. Sweat pools between us.
He rolls his hips, changing his angle, reaming me in all directions like a complex choreography. All powered, driven by hot, mindless hunger.
I scrape and pull his hair. Stare pleading into his eyes. Tremble as I touch his face. Trace his lips. Rise to take his shaft, spearing me.
He pummels me into the couch.
When he bends his body to suck on my tit, a force gathers in my core. My back arcs and my juices flow. He lifts my ass, bucking harder, pounding into me.
Liquid fountains of sensation spray, crackling through me as I shake and moan. Rocking harder, trying to keep up with him.
He rams me up to another plateau and I’m breathless, helpless, free to abandon myself and let go. Poised for the drop.