His hands go up to my shoulders, and his fingers find the straps of my dress. He pulls them down my arms, tugging at the fabric until it folds over my chest and hangs limply around my waist. Using only one finger, he traces a straight line down from between my shoulders, his fingertip going over the ridges of my spine until it finds the place where both thong and skin meet. His fingers go sideways then, moving around my hips as he traces the contour of my thong. He’s taking his time, and he’s doing it deliberately; he’s teasing me, torturing me, waiting until I’m dying to have him… But I know the game he’s playing, and I’m not going to let him do it.
I thrust my hips back, pressing my ass against his crotch in one sudden movement. I purse my lips, my heart tightening inside my chest as I feel his hard shape between my ass cheeks. How big is he? Ten, eleven inches…? No, it has to be twelve at least. And not only is he long, he’s thick as well, like a tall can of Coke. When I had my hand on his crotch, I could barely grab his cock with just one hand… I can’t begin to imagine how it’ll feel to have him inside of me. Now, I’m not an innocent girl; I’ve fucked so many men that I lost count, and some of them were truly big… But I don’t think I’ve ever been with a man like Austin. And, more important than having a massive cock, I’m starting to believe that he really knows how to use it. The way he’s touching my body, taking his time with maddening patience… He’s an experienced man, there’s no doubt about it.
I start to sway my hips, moving my body in waves and grinding against his cock. He keeps still, his fingers sliding over my skin as he lays slow kisses on my neck, and doesn’t match my movements. He’s trying to see if he can make me lose control; what he doesn’t know is that I can also make him lose control. I move my hips faster, pressing my ass hard against his cock, and I feel his shaft pulsing violently between my ass cheeks. He’s dying to fuck me; I can feel it.
“You’re a nasty one, aren’t you?” he asks me, his lips moving close to my ear.
“Why don’t you find out?” I shoot back, my eyes still closed as I savor the way his thickness pushes against my ass. He moves fast, and I gasp as he turns me around once, pinning me against the wall and crushing his mouth against mine. I lose myself in his kiss for a few seconds, my skin prickling as he pushes his tongue inside my mouth. He’s a good kisser, and I can tell you that it isn’t that easy to find a man who knows how to kiss a woman. Most of them slobber all over you, and others are content with letting you lead them. But not Austin, no, he kisses me in such a way that my thong grows damp, the fabric sticking to my skin as I grow wetter.
“Now,” he starts, pulling me out of the trance I’m in, “on your knees.” His words hit me hard, the tone of his voice leaving no room for a snappy comeback. If this was any other man, I’d say, “no, you get on your knees,” but right now, my knees are buckling, and I find myself going down before I can do anything about it. “Good,” he whispers, and I reach for him with both my hands, moving almost unconsciously. I feel the leather on his belt, and I start unbuckling it, the metallic clink of the buckle sliding off sending a shiver up my spine.
My eyes widen as I see his cock straining against his boxer briefs, and I bite my bottom lip, anxiety kicking in like the sting from a wasp. I want to pull his boxers down, to see his cock in all its glory… But first I flatten the palm of my hand against the shape of his cock, my eyelids drooping as I feel it throbbing against me. Then, Austin lays both his hands on my head and I can’t help myself, I hook my fingers on his boxer briefs and pull them down. His cock springs free, slapping the back of my hand as it goes up. Moving as fast as I can, I reach for it and grab him, first with just one hand, then with two. Remember when I told you that he had to be at least twelve inches long? Well, I was right. His cock isn’t big or huge… it’s massive, and it looks even more so with my small fingers wrapped around it.
“Like what you see?” he asks me, but I don’t even dare to look up at him. No, he’d see all the desire flickering in my eyes, the burning need to feel his gigantic cock inside of me… And I don’t want him to see how much I need it right now. I don’t want to hand him all control on a silver plate. If he wants that, he’s going to have to fight for it. I don’t give handouts.
“Maybe I do, maybe I don’t,” I tell him, finally looking up to meet his gaze. He grins at my words, his eyes narrowing into slits as he tangles his fingers in my hair.
“You’re a terrible liar, Destiny,” he whispers, and I realize that I’m not going to fool him. And why would I even try?
“I try, though.” With that, I start moving both my hands back and forth over his shaft, stroking him with soft movements. I let my eyes fall down to his cock once more, and my heart starts to gallop as I look at every inch of his manliness, my fingers wrapped tight around it. Forget about my pussy; I’m not even sure if I can fit him inside my mouth. But I’m more than willing to try, that’s for sure.
Leaning in, I part my lips and flick my tongue at his cock. I move my tongue in circles, running it around the tip of his cock as I let his manly flavor inundate me. I close my eyes and, before I even know what I’m doing, my lips are on his cock. I part them slowly, rolling them down Austin’s cock until his tip is inside my mouth, his precum coating my tongue.
Right now, my pussy is so wet that I feel my own fluids dripping down my inner thighs, and I’m just using my mouth on him! I don’t even remember when the last time was that I felt this insane when going down on a guy… Maybe when I lost my virginity? Even so, I doubt it; I’m not the kind of girl that gets carried away by every little thing. Especially if we’re talking about men, and let me tell you, I know men. Lots of them. I just don’t think I’ve ever met someone quite like Austin.
I go further down, opening my mouth so wide that I feel my jaw tensing up, Austin’s shaft sliding down my tongue inch by slow inch. I only open my eyes when I think that I can’t go any further, and I realize that I’m still a long way from having all of him inside my mouth. And that… Well, that just can’t be. I’m going to show him that he has never met a woman like me, whatever it takes.
I look up and, the moment our gaze meets, I start pushing my head down and forcing his cock inside of me. This time, I only stop when I feel his cock pressing against the back of my throat and my lips brushing over the skin at the base of his cock. He groans slightly, a subtle grin on his lips as he watches me slide back out. Refusing to look away from him, I go down once more, except this time I don’t go slowly. No, I go down in one single movement, going all the way down him once more and then back again. He grits his teeth and, as he shuts his eyes, that’s when I look away.
I close my own eyes, and that’s when I start to bob my head back and forth as fast as I can. My hands are still on his shaft and, as I suck on him, I keep on stroking him at the same time. My mouth and my movements are working in tandem, and I can already feel him breathing hard; when I look up at him, he has his head thrown back, his eyes still closed.
“Fuck,” he groans, and I smile. Well, I would smile if I didn’t have a cock as large as his inside of my mouth right now. Still, I take my hands off of his shaft and, resting them on his waist, I push his pants and boxer briefs down, sending them to his ankles. My fingers slide up his legs and over the curve of his ass, and I can’t help but squeeze, his hard cheeks feeling as hard as concrete under the open palm of my hands. My pussy clenches as I imagine him using these cheeks of his to piston hard into me, his gigantic cock impaling me. “You sure know how to use that tight mouth…” Austin whispers, his eyes finally open as he looks down at me.
“You haven’t seen anything,” I respond, taking his cock out of my mouth. I press my lips against the side of his shaft and then I run them down until they brush against his balls. I cup them with one hand, feeling their weight (and, oh, they’re heavy) and then wrap my lips around the right one, sucking it into my mouth. It fills my mouth easily, and I push it against the roof of my mouth with my tongue. Wanting more, I open my mouth as wide as I can and suck the other one in. I must be a pretty sight, right? Austin’s huge balls inside my mouth. When I pop them out of my mouth, they jump out with a wet sound and then I’m back to his shaft, running my lips up his length until I wrap them around his cock once more. I resume my bobbing motion, working him with my mouth furiously, but he grabs me by the hair harshly and pushes me back, forcing his cock to pop out of my mouth.
“I think you’ve had enough,” he grins at me, curling his fingers around my left wrist and pulling me up to my feet. Even when I’m standing, Austin towers over me, so I have to look up to meet his eyes.
“It’s ne
ver enough,” I tease him, placing both my hands on his chest and sliding my fingers over to the collar of his shirt.
“We can agree on that.” I bite my lower lip, still looking into his eyes, and start unbuttoning his shirt, popping button after button until his naked chest presents itself to me. My eyes widen as I see the hard lines of his muscles, two rows of perfect abs demanding all of my attention. I’ve been with fit and ripped guys, but this is something else entirely… Where a six-pack should be, Austin has eight salient and perfect pieces of muscle. His pectorals are hard and defined and, even though I can tell that the gym must be his second home—Python being the first—they look more like the result of an outdoorsy lifestyle than a product of a gym.
“You’re not going to drool, are you?” he asks me as he kicks off his shoes and steps out of his pants and boxer briefs. I push the open shirt down his arms and then take a step back, only stopping when my back’s against the wall once more. Fuck, I think as I take in his naked body, he’s perfect. Okay, I need to keep my cool.
“You’re the one drooling,” I whisper, running my hands up my stomach and squeezing my breasts over the cups of my bra. Like a ferocious wild animal, he comes at me, a growl in his throat. Grabbing both my wrists, he lifts my arms up and pins me against the wall. He lays his mouth against my neck, but this time he doesn’t kiss me; instead, he bites, pulling at my skin with his perfect white teeth. I sigh loudly as the pain of it turns into pleasure, my brain releasing a batch of endorphins. Christ, I’m so wet right now, all of me screaming for him…
My breasts are pinned between my body and his, and my hard nipples are already aching to be set free. As if he can read my mind, he lets go of one arm, which I lace around his neck, and takes it to between my shoulder blades. His fingers land straight on the clasp of my bra and, with a snap from his fingers, he pulls it free. The cups droop lazily over my breasts, but he doesn’t want to wait; with his free hand, he grabs at the cups and rips them off of my body in one urgent motion. I gasp as I feel the fabric flying out, the cool air of his apartment lapping at my nipples and making them even harder.
Finally letting go of my other arm, both his hands fly straight to my breasts and he squeezes them, my flesh molding to his fingers. The warmness in his hands seems to prickle my skin, and from there it goes all the way down to my pussy, making it burn, burn, and burn some more.
“You know what I’m going to do, don’t you?” he asks, his hands turning into claws as he pinches both my nipples. It hurts but, at the same time, it feels amazing.
“Why don’t you tell me?” I respond, and he pinches my nipples harder, electric needles stabbing my mind as he does it.
“I’m going to fuck you,” he says, applying more pressure with the tip of his fingers, “and I’m going to do it hard.” He’s pinching me so hard right now that I can’t even keep my eyes open. My heart is racing, and it feels like it’s beating straight in my throat. I let out a small cry, my nipples starting to hurt so much that I can’t help but become even wetter. Fuck, Austin’s a dangerous one, more dangerous than any drug I know—one taste of him and you’re hooked.
“I’m going to take your pussy,” he continues, letting go of one nipple and pressing his hand straight between my thighs, his touch on my pussy drawing a sudden moan out of my lips, “and I’m going to make it mine. I don’t give a fuck about what happens next… Even if I never see you again,” he whispers, leaning in and dropping the words straight into my ear, “your pussy is going to be mine forever, and you’re going to know it.”