Mistaken Identity (Identity 1)

He circled her entrance, pulled out, and pushed back inside.

“Jesus!”

“You’re so tight, Kansas. Imagine how you’ll grip my cock.”

She moaned.

“You like it when I talk dirty, don’t you?” He added another finger and pumped harder, stretching her walls. Blood rushed back to her core. Her muscles quivered, and she lifted her hips in time with his hand.

“That’s it, Sas, fuck my fingers, I want you to come apart for me.”

Unable to stave off the explosion she clamped down on his fingers. A bright blaze of white light detonated behind her lids. For a moment she held her breath, caught up in the intensity of an orgasm she didn’t want to end. Her lungs burned, and she took a breath of air scented with musk, as she floated in the white space of pleasure. When she could refocus they were both nude and he was fisting his swollen dick in his hand. A fresh gush of juices flowed. He was beautiful, flushed, thick, and long with a steady stream of pre-cum pouring from his slit, and running down his hands. His breath rattled in his chest and his hips pumped. The masculine grunts and moans were music to her ear.

“Don’t you dare come.”

He smirked. “I-I wasn’t planning on it, Beauty.”

“Good.” She gathered her strength, rolled onto her belly, and rose to her knees. “I think it’s my turn to have a little fun.” Crawling to the center of the bed, she paused to lick the sticky, white substance from his hands, careful to trace the knuckles and the sensitive hollows between each finger before she moved on to flick her tongue over the head. His hands stilled.

She glanced up. “Don’t stop. I like watching you.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He resumed his strokes, and she dipped the tip of her tongue into his slit, tangy, saltiness danced along her taste buds. Opening her mouth she sucked his head into her mouth.

He growled. “If you don’t stop that soon it’s going to be over before it really starts.”

She removed her lips and sighed. “Later?”

“Definitely.”

“Condom?”

“On the night stand.”

She arched a brow. Had he been trolling around looking for an able body?

“I did it when you blanked on me.”

“Ahh, I like a man who thinks on his feet.” She winked, rolled over to the nightstand, grabbed the square foil, and came back. Her sure movements had the rubber on and in place in moments. He twitched in her hand, and she squeezed him gently.

“Lay back, I owe you a ride.” She placed a hand on his chest and pushed him down.

“Saddle up, little filly.” He exaggerated his accent and wiggled his eyes.

The humor swept away the nervousness edging in, and she chuckled.

“There’s the smile.” His lips twitched upward.

She climbed onto him, guided him inside her achy entrance, and sank down onto his swollen cock.

“Oooh.” Her lower lip shook as he breached her. His thickness filled every inch and then some. Even slickened with her honeyed moisture it was slow going. She wiggled her hips to work her way down.

“Holy mother, you are tight.” He gritted his teeth, his body stock still as he waited for her to adjust. His hand moved between them to stroke her tender bud. It was a pleasurable pain that had her back on the edge. Her walls gave way. Fully seated she breathed through the slight burn.

“You okay, Sas?”

“Y-yes.”

“You tell me when.”