That’s when I feel Sanders yank off my panties, move his face from my pussy to kiss my ear. He cuddles against me. “Fuck, I’m only alive when you come for me,” he says with a sigh.
I don’t know if he meant to say that. But I can’t shake the feeling that he really means it. His hands are on my sides and I pull them to grip my breasts.
To be nearer to my heart. No matter how much I find myself confused, I also know that something about Sanders has touched deep within me. I have questions, but that doesn’t stop how I feel. I need him close to me. His mouth down my neck erases any thoughts I have though. I don’t even realize that he’s carrying me to the bedroom until I feel my body land on the bedspread. I open the eyes that I didn’t realize I had closed and I see him.
Sanders is taking off his clothes. He’s doing it so slowly and deliberately. I can see a thousand things are going on his mind. I can sense the thing that he’s sure about is what that hard cock has in mind. Tomorrow can be about whatever holds us back, because tonight? Nothing is going to keep us from sliding tog
ether, holding tight and seeing where all of these feelings can lead in passion, sweat, and lust. I need that right now. The way his eyes look into mine, I know that’s what he needs too.
When that final piece of his clothing — his boxers — come off, I watch that huge cock spring up and tease me. I remember how hard he fucked into me before. I want to be able to grab him and drive that massive pole up my pussy so hard.
Somehow, though, I’m not moving. I get up on my elbows but I don’t come closer to him, instead watching him like I’m being hypnotized. The sight of him stroking that huge cock and coming towards me is the most erotic thing I’ve ever see, knowing he is coming towards me to claim me. Fuck me.
Make love to me.
I remember what he said now and it makes me wonder about everything I ever knew about fucking, because this experience with him is on another level.
Sanders spreads my legs with his and crawls between them. He runs his cock over my pussy lips, juicy and swollen with need. I’m so sensitive and I gasp out with that touch, that tease. The need that it creates in me. I moan when he keeps rubbing the massive head over my pussy. I want him to fuck me but this teasing draws such a need out in me that I almost want to be trapped in time with what he’s doing right now.
Sanders challenges me to move, his eyes daring mine. I bite my lip and I know my tremble tells him everything I need.
He circles the head of his cock over my pussy opening and my elbows gets wobbly like I won’t be able to hold myself up.
Sanders puts his arms under me, pulling himself to me and spearing his massive cock into my pussy. I scream out with need, a moan so full of need I think my soul might be escaping my lips.
“I’ve got you,” Sanders says, his hands holding me so tight and pulling me so close I feel absolutely treasured. His massive cock may be fucking me, but it is so much more than fucking me. The way he is filling me up, stroking so deep and slow, I’m bordering on religious experience every time he fills me. When his cock leaves me, for just a second before he strokes back in, I feel so empty. I wrap my arms around him, wrap my legs around him, and press my body against him like I’m trying to get as close to him as possible. Because I am. I want to be as close to him as I can. I roll my hips and work with him, helping him fuck me so deep. The slow strokes that we roll together in a sensual dance take my breath away. My heart is thundering in my chest and I’m moaning and holding my lips together with all the sensation. Humming, groaning, whimpering. His mouth flows over my body like a sunset taking over the night sky. It begins and you don’t know how it got so far but it goes on and gets more beautiful than when it started.
His rock hard cock takes me over and makes my legs shake. I feel him pick up the speed just a little bit. I slam my hips a little bit harder. We slowly up the tempo until the room feels hotter than the sun and we work up to crashing against each other in so many little explosions.
Little explosions that lead up the biggest orgasm of my life. His cock starts to spurt hot cum inside me just seconds before I come undone. My pussy strangles his cock, our fingers grasp hard against each other as we ride our own sunset to a sunrise of ecstasy. My eyes were squeezed shut, but when I feel Sanders pull his hands lower and close his mouth over my breast — his cock still rutting loads of hot cum into me, mind you — I open my eyes to watch him close his mouth around me. The sight of his mouth on my skin while my orgasm runs through me and his pummels into me is the most sensual thing I’ve ever experienced. I watch him and focus on breathing at as normal a pace I can manage as my heart hammers in my chest out of control. I can almost hear the flutter of my heart. My pussy squeezes his cock so hard that my ass muscles are going to be sore the next day. My legs are pulling tight against him, holding him deep inside of me.
Sanders filled me up to the brim with so much cum, and his orgasm ended. Mine is starting to die down…when he just keeps pumping into me. He slows the speed and keeps stroking. He pulls my legs up and spreads them apart. His mouth pops off my breast with a wet sound and I capture his gaze while he watches me intently. His cock is spearing me so deep at this angle, and he strokes in so deep each time that my eyes are rolling back in their orbits with the pressure and lust he works up inside of me. He’s fucking me so deep that I don’t know if I’m coming or about to. I don’t know how I’m taking his cock so deep, again and again. He speeds up and the pressure builds so hot inside me that I think I might burst. My legs shudder but Sanders is holding them up perfectly.
He starts to pull back and thrust harder into me. His hands grip my ankles even harder, a bruising touch that will leave its mark tomorrow.
I squeeze my eyes shut and focus on my pussy squeezing his cock each time it thrusts so deep inside me. I can’t think about tomorrow. I can only think about now.
Sanders speeds up even more, spreads my legs even more and slides deep into me. I think my pussy is being assaulted with arousal at this point. I am being split in half. I’m so wet. I’m shaking. His cum is already filling me up and his cock is about to unload more. We keep fucking like this for an eternity and his cock spurts more cum into me. The feeling of his rock hard cock coming in me again makes my pussy come so hard that it threatens to push Sanders’s cock out of me.
Sanders’s responds in the most alpha male way imaginable. He lifts up my ass a little and pushes my extremely spread legs up to my face, ramming his cock so deep in me the I’m literally screaming out now with desire. It feels like something has burst within me, molten pleasure flooding my body and possessing me like a demon. I shriek; I shudder; I can’t hold my body up.
“I’ve got you,” Sanders repeats. His hold on me is the only thing that keeps me from collapsing.
Well, that, and the hard as steel cock impaling me and loading me up with so much cum I can see it mixing with my own and running out of my pussy. Because of the position that I’m in, I feel it sliding down my ass.
After an eternity of the extreme penetration, my body feels taut. He is still rock hard but his cock has stopped roping cum inside me, so he pulls me to his side. Sliding his cock out, I whimper at the exit, after how deep I was taking him. He cuddles me against him and slides back into me, tucking his arm under my leg and holding it up.
He rolls into me, sliding deep again but with a slow rhythm that fills me up again but hits such different angles. I can’t believe we are still fucking, and I can’t believe that even after all of this, I still want him more.
I have never been fucked like this before. Sanders is like a machine, programmed to fulfill every lustful desire that I didn’t know that I even had.
We fuck like his until we both come again, and we collapse together. He didn’t even pull out and we just collapsed together, spent.
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Sanders
Stacy stirs in her sleep and I wake up, her movements dragging me out of a restless sleep. I feel my body drenched in sweat, the sheets sticking to my skin, their cold embrace matching the anxious thumping of my heart. I fell for this again - once more, I’m waking up by her side. It seems that, it doesn’t matter how much I try to resist her, our bodies always find the way into each other.