Stacy Vs. SEAL

“That makes two of us,” I breathe out. I take my arms behind his back, my hands darting lower toward his jeans. With a grin dancing on my lips, I go around his waist and curl my fingers around his thick member; we kiss again, our tongues dancing in a circle around each other.

I almost feel a shiver going up his spine as the palm of my hand flexes against his crotch, his thickness resting there as it snuggles between my small and delicate fingers. I tug on it, the soft and cautious movement of my hand enough to make him gasp. Yanking on my hair again, he forces me to look him straight in the eyes.

“On your knees,” he commands me, and my body obeys before I can even process the meaning behind his words. I start kissing down his neck as I go down, my lips brushing over his nipples and toward his stomach, and he closes his eyes in anticipation.

The moment my knees touch the floor I lean forward, placing my mouth over the straining shape that tents his boxer briefs. I suck on his cock over the fabric, my lips tightly wrapped around his thickness. Biting down on his lower lip, he runs his hands through my hair, disheveling it.

His cock pulses hard against my hand as I claw at the hem of his boxers, the fabric of it sliding down his ass. I push down with both of my hands, his cock revealing itself to me as hard as I've ever seen it, its tip glistening with eagerness. He kicks off both his jeans and boxers then, standing naked over me like a God of Sin.

In a way, it surprises me how much I crave him. It’s simply maddening, so much that when I wrap my hand around his cock, stroking it down ever so slowly, I have to close my eyes for an instant as a wave of delight rides me. I breathe out sharply as, looking up at him, I see him with his eyes closed, an expression of pure pleasure on his face. He might know how to use his huge cock, but I also know a trick or two when it comes to using my mouth.

Opening my mouth slightly I place it over his tip, my tongue brushing it gently. I feel the urge to lean forward, to make his cock slide down my lips in one swift motion and feel my whole mouth around it. But I wait, patiently, and keep to my own pace, my mouth widens slowly as I lean in, my lips sliding over his length inch by slow inch, making his body suffer through a sweet slow boil.

He claws at my hair as I cup his balls, my mouth finally filled with his throbbing member, the warmness of it almost making me dizzy. I pull out as slowly as I’ve leaned into him until only his tip is on my lips, and then go down again, each coming and going motion of my head making him grab at my hair harder.

He groans as my hand joins the pendulum motion of my mouth. I’m stroking and sucking at a rhythm so perfect I wish for it to never end. I can only imagine what’s going through his head as he looks down at me, seeing his flesh going in and out of my mouth. Just thinking of it I feel my pussy growing wetter than before.

"I’m going to fuck you so hard, Lisa," he whispers toward me. I raise my eyes up to him and, sliding back and allowing his cock to pop out of my mouth slowly, I smile at him, dimples forming around the edge of my mouth.

“I’ll make you keep that promise,” I tease him, and then I go back down on his cock. Bobbing my head back and forth, I go as fast as I possibly can. Even though the muscles in my neck are burning, and my jaw is hurting from being opened to its limit, I don’t stop. I push through whatever limitations I might have, going so fast that any other man would have just cum by now. But, of course, Diesel is not just any man; he’s something else entirely.

“Fuck,” he groans, his cock spasming inside my mouth. His whole body tenses up and, grabbing me by the hair, he forces me to stop sucking. Sliding his cock out from my mouth, he just looks down at me and grins. “Time to make that promise happen.”

He pulls me up to my feet and, taking his hands to my hips, pushes me back until I hit the wall. He then turns me around and I place both my hands against the flat surface, swaying my hips softly. I jut my ass at him and my heart starts racing faster: I want him bad and I want him now. "I’m going to fuck you so hard," he says, and his words sound like something magical.

Still grabbing me by the waist, he presses his body against mine. With his cock nestled against my ass cheeks, I start swaying my hips from side to side, rubbing his thickness and trying to burn down his mind with long flames of desire.

He rocks his body against mine and lifts my dress up to my waist, pressing his cock between my ass cheeks. I can’t help but savor how perfect it feels to be so close to him, his length pressed tight against my skin.

We keep moving our bodies in unison, my heart thrashing inside my chest as I feel his eyes wander over my body’s eager curves. God, I want—no, I need to feel every single inch of his smooth skin on my body.

He lets his hungry hands slide under the collar of my dress and make a teasing descent toward my breasts. With his fingers going over the cup of my bra and hooking themselves under it, his fingertips trace the curve of my breasts and find the warm hardness of my swollen nipples.

I arch my back and gasp, surrendering to his touch. Hungry for him, a white pulsing heat inside my head, I close my eyes as he slides the shoulder straps of my dress down my arms. He places one hand on my lower back, his fingers resting over the dimples I have there.

He finds his way to the clasp of my bra and, with a turn of his fingers, unhooks it. As the straps tumble down my shoulders, the bra cups gently droop down my breasts, a faint tan line revealing itself around the soft and firm mounds. Guided by pure instinct I pull the bra out and throw it to the ground; he then makes me turn to him and guides his mouth to my chest, flicking his tongue at a tiny hard nipple and then lowering his mouth and sucking on it as he cups both breasts and squeezes them. God, the way he’s doing it makes me feel as if… Hell, there’s nothing I can compare what I’m feeling to! I love sex, yeah, but I never thought that foreplay could even be this good.

His fingertips make the climb back down from my breasts, hiking over my stomach and discovering the hemline of my dress. He goes under it and straight to my crotch, his touch settling on my inner thighs as I squirm anxiously. With only one finger he traces the tender lines of my groin before surrendering to impatience and pressing down the palm of his hand over my drenched thong, drawing a purred moan out of my lips.

He brushes the tip of his fingers over my thong, my heart kicking and punching at my rib cage. Just imagining how it will feel to have him pull the thong down my legs, I’m suddenly overwhelmed by the desire to have him tasting me with his mouth.

As if he can read my mind, he goes to his knees in a heartbeat; he takes his hands to my ankles and slides them up my legs, my mouth feeling dry as he touches the wet fabric of my thong with his fingertips once more. He leans into me, his lips gently kissing my knees, my inner thighs, my groin... Oh, I can’t take this teasing anymore. Lucky for me, he places his mouth over my thong and, breathing in, sucks hard, feeling my scent and flavor. I feel lightheaded and dizzy as he does it.

I can’t help but thrust my hips forward, pressing my pussy against his mouth, my eager wetness coating his hungry lips. Then, unable to wait one second more, he lifts my dress up to my waist and pushes my thong aside, just enough so that he can taste my folds with the

tip of his tongue. He laps at me, flicking his tongue at my clit and circling it slowly; pressing his mouth there he starts sucking, pleasure completely in control of me.

He pulls back for just one second, enough time for him to pull the thong down my legs. Using one more second to breath in, I see him looking at me, his eyes wandering to the small triangle of trimmed hair between my legs. He dives into me then, burying his mouth in my pussy, devouring me carelessly as if he needs to do it to survive, two careful and gentle fingers brushing against my clit as I keep jerking my hips against his face.

There is no stopping him; even when I claw at his hair, moans breaking free of my mouth through gritted teeth, he doesn’t stop. He keeps going until I surrender to that sweet madness and start forcing his head down and my hips forward, making him eat me out in the most wild and delicious way there is. And I just love it, I love everything about it: how he wants to have his mouth on my pussy, to taste me, to draw aching moans out of my lips...

Parting my inner lips with his tongue, he slides one finger inside me, making my hips sway wildly. He takes his forearm and places it over my belly, holding me down against the wall as, with his mouth and fingers, he claims me. I thrust my pussy against his face, fighting against the hold he has on me. But he doesn’t let up - holding me in position, I come as he devours me.

I scream; it’s a-high pitched scream and, yet, almost musical and sweet. My mind is inundated with ravenous desire. He pulls back and looks at me, his mouth still coated by my wetness. Seeing him like that, eager eyes and breathing fast, my legs start shaking as if they’re not mine to command... It makes me completely mad with desire. It’s a strange thing to feel, at least for me, but it’s the truth.

I open my lazy eyelids and look at him. He smiles and, before I even realize what he’s doing, he goes up to his feet and forces me to turn on my heels, pinning me against the wall once more.

"I told you I was going to fuck you hard," he whispers against my ear, pushing the dress down my legs. He then grabs his cock and angles it down so that it fits right between my thighs, its tip against my wetness. “And I always keep my promises.”