“Don’t you dare throw in the towel yet. I’m not finished.”
Except that, apparently, I am finished.
His hands grab me and lift me up into him with so much apparent ease that I must have been like a coffee mug to him.
It’s not often that I meet a man who can handle me like a rag doll in the bedroom. There’s an excitement t
hat comes with knowing that about your partner. An excitement that has me giggle like a fucking teenager when he sets me on his lap.
“I need you right now. No more teasing. You’re mine.“
The look he gives me is intense. There is some fiery passion in his eyes that I haven’t seen in a man in a very long time.
It feels amazing to be looked at with such desire, to know that someone craves you so badly.
Our lips are crashing against each other and we can taste ourselves on the other. It’s fucking hot.
He lifts me up and I am frantically grabbing his cock to guide him.
My nervous thoughts of ‘is it going to fit?’ subside as he slides into me, my cunt well lubricated from his incredible tonguing skills.
I gasp loudly as his entire cock glides into me with ease, enjoying every fucking inch as it packs into my cunt.
My head lulls back, and I’m looking at my ceiling through stars in my eyes. His cock is hitting everything all at once, and it feels unlike anything I’ve felt before.
I felt like I had just seen God in that moment. And I’m pretty sure he was giving me the wink and the gun.
McSexy’s rough hands grab my tits with a firm grip as I’m bouncing off his cock and I feel his hot mouth around my hard nipples. He sucks on them the same way he sucked on my clit earlier, and I’m sure I’m already about to explode.
Now there’s having a mind-numbing orgasm when you get your pussy eaten right, and then there’s the incomparable experience that comes with being stuffed with a cock like this.
Everything in my body clenches. My mind becomes a hazy mess of jumbled words and numbers that have no meaning. I cum so hard that I feel like I’m drowning at sea with no flotation device.
I don’t even get a chance to get my bearings when I feel his lips on mine once more. Nor do I even fucking care.
I’m so far off into another world that I don’t even notice the signs coming from his body.
The tightening of his muscles.
The quick, shallow breaths.
It isn’t until I feel this incredible surge of warmth inside me that I realize he’s coming.
And I can feel every fucking spurt like a geyser inside of me. Filling me with more than I can imagine at that moment.
The feeling of it all is beyond words.
For once in my life, I feel sated. I feel spent.
“What the fuck is your name, anyway?”
“Call me Will.”
I struggle to catch my breath and kiss him.
Will. More like will you fuck me like that again?
Or maybe later anyway when I don’t feel like a giant cup of Jell-O.