I couldn’t help but let go of the wall. I dropped my hands to his head, grabbing fistfuls of his hair to keep my balance. The harder I pulled his hair, the more his tongue lashed against me with no mercy.
Suddenly, there was a loud knock at the door, but Andrew didn’t bother stopping. Instead, he lifted my right leg up and draped it over his shoulder. He grasped my thigh so I couldn’t move, and then he slid his tongue into me a little deeper—licking every corner of my walls.
On the verge of coming, I grabbed his shoulders as my pu**y throbbed against his mouth. But he stopped abruptly.
He moved my leg and kissed his way back up my body, stopping when he reached my br**sts. He palmed them with one hand and roughly twisted my ni**les.
“I told you not to let go of that wall,” he said, looking down at me as he unzipped his pants.
I stared back into his eyes, nearly breathless.
“I did tell you that, didn’t I?” He clasped my hand and pressed it against his chest, slowly moving it lower and lower.
When my hand finally reached his dick, I looked down in utter shock. He was huge, massively thick, and my jaw was hanging wide open.
“You don’t like it?” He tilted my chin up and smirked.
I was utterly speechless, but I couldn’t deny how horny I felt right now. Remembering what he’d said on the phone, I lowered my head to taste him, but he stopped me.
“Not tonight.” He pulled a condom out of his pocket, and kept his eyes on me as he put it on.
Leading me to the couch, he sat down and pulled me into his lap.
I leaned forward to kiss his lips, but he quickly repositioned me so I was facing away from him. Then he teased me with the head of his cock—rubbing it against my slit. Again and again.
“Remember how you said you wanted to ride me until I came inside of you?” he whispered into my ear. “How you wanted to grind on me until I begged you to stop?”
“Yes...” I moaned.
He pushed me down by my shoulders and sank me onto his cock, burying himself to the hilt inch by inch. The further I slipped onto him, the more he groaned. The more he said my name.
When he was completely inside of me, he held me still and pressed his lips against the back of my neck, letting me adjust to his length.
The feel of him was like nothing I’d ever felt before. It was intense, powerful, addictive.
“Ride me, Aubrey...” He pushed me forward. “Fucking ride me...”
I took a deep breath and rocked against him, slowly stretching my insides further and further. I could barely maintain a rhythm; the fullness of him was almost too much, and he was rubbing my clit with his thumb—driving me insane.
“You feel so f**king good right now...” He yanked me back by my hair. “Don’t f**king stop.”
I held onto his legs to steady myself, slightly lifting my body up and down. I tried to finally establish a tempo, to finally take control.
“Andrewww...” I couldn’t handle his c**k anymore. “I’m...I’m about to cum...”
“No.” He gripped my hips harder than ever. “Not yet.”
He suddenly stood up, with me still impaled on his cock, and bent me over. “Grab that table and don’t let go.”
My fingers clutched the edge of the coffee table and he pounded into me again and again, smacking my ass each time I cried out.
“I told you I was going to own your pu**y,” he whispered harshly. “Don’t cum until I tell you to f**king cum...” His c**k was throbbing inside of me, and my muscles were clenching with his every stroke.
“Fuck....Fuckkkk!” My legs were starting to give out as an intense pressure built inside of me, as he f**ked me relentlessly. “Andrewwwww...”
“Don’t let go.” He warned, but I couldn’t help it.
My orgasm took ahold of me in a rush and I collapsed, falling forward. Before I could land face first onto the coffee table, he pulled me back and continued pounding into me until he reached his own release.