The Bad Boy (Black Mountain)

He licked up her cleft and started circling her clit until she couldn’t stop thrashing her head back and forth or making these almost wounded sounds. When she felt an orgasm rise, he moved his tongue back down to circle her entrance before slowly penetrating her.

Oh my God.

“Fuck,” he said between thrusting that thick muscle into her pussy and dragging it up to circle her clit. “I knew you’d taste like this, sweet and drugging that I’m already addicted.” He took his thumbs, pulled her lips apart, and started to devour her pussy with rapid, long licks that had her climax rising almost violently.

His grunts of pleasure fueled her desire and sent shocks of vibrations to her core.

She was close to coming, and he hadn’t penetrated her.

Tensing and holding off because she didn’t want this to end, Mary let out a string of short pants to try and clear her head.

“Don’t fight it, Mary,” he growled against the soaked flesh. “I want you to come so fucking badly. I want to lick it up, swallow it and let it sustain me.”

It was those erotic, dirty words that were her undoing. She reached out before she could stop herself, grabbed a handful of his hair, and tugged on the short strands as her climax tore through her so fast she saw stars behind her now closed eyelids.

And the entire time Alex never once stopped licking her. He added a thick finger into her pussy right at the peak of her pleasure, her inner muscles clenching at the digit, sucking it in as if demanding something thicker and harder, and only something Alex could give her.

When the pleasure ebbed and she relaxed against the mattress, she found herself sucking in great lungful’s of air. Alex removed his fingers from her still clenching pussy, moved up her body, and kissed her. Before she could comprehend what he was doing, his tongue tangled with hers, and the flavor of where he had just been licking and sucking, a sweet, musky flavor, invaded her taste buds.

He kissed her soundly, giving her one last sweep of his tongue inside her mouth, before pulling back and staring into her eyes.

He was so hard and thick between her legs, her pussy lips framing that massive cock. God her pussy ached for him, stretched because she knew he’d fuck her so good and hard.

“I’ve never had anyone in my room, never wanted anyone but you.” He kissed her soft and slow, deep and thoroughly. “All the things I feel, want with you… I’ve never wanted that with anyone else. I don’t ever want that with anyone else.”

He smoothed his fingers along her cheek, as if memorizing how she felt. With his other hand, he moved it between their bodies, never once taking his focus from her face. And when she felt him position the thick crest of his cock at her entrance, she held her breath.

“You’re so fucking wet for me,” he groaned and closed his eyes, his big body shuddered. He started pushing into her, the thick head of his dick breaching her opening so that she felt that flash of uncomfortable stretching, the rise of pain because he was so big and she was so small in comparison.

“God, so good,” he said between gritted teeth. “So good that I won’t last, I already know.” He was breathing hard, faster, and opened his eyes to look into her eyes. “I’m going to fucking fill you up. I won’t be able to stop, won’t be able to help myself, baby.”

She didn’t know what to say, just wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his shoulders, and pulled him in closer.

He didn’t tease her anymore, just braced his hands on the bed beside her head, his muscles clenching, and then pushed all that cock into her in one hard, fast thrust. He growled low at the same time she gasped from the sudden penetration.

“Jesus Christ, Mary.” A mask of ecstasy washed over his face. He lowered his chest so it was flush with hers and dropped his head to the crook of her neck. Alex started slowly thrusting in and out of her. He pulled out just enough that the crown of his dick was the only thing lodged in her pussy, and then he pushed back into her.

His movements were unhurried, languid, and the hooded look on his face had her so turned on she knew she could come just from his expression. The tendons in his neck were taut, and his jaw was clenched. He was going slow for her, she knew that, and it’s the last thing Mary wanted.

“You don’t have to hold back for me, Alex.” She shook her head slowly as she panted. “I don’t want that.”

The drugged look he wore had her pussy clenching around his length, which caused him to groan deep in his throat.