“I’m right here,” I purr as he places one hand on my hips, using the other to angle his cock down, its tip now pressed against my pussy.
Not wanting to waste a single moment, I don’t even wait for him to thrust; I just move my ass back in a hurry, forcing him to slide all of his length inside of me with a single movement.
“OH, GOD!”
Honest to God, if you ask me my name right now, I seriously doubt I’d be able to give you a proper answer.
You think I’m overreacting? Well, in that case, you just never experienced what I’m feeling right now. The way his cock fills me up…oh, it’s more than perfect. A litter of kittens sliding down a rainbow wouldn’t be as perfect as this, let me tell you.
“You’re so…fucking…tight,” he groans as he starts to thrust, his hips moving at the same rhythm as mine. Our bodies are in complete
sync, each of our movements like a well-coordinated dance.
I know I’ve already told you this, but I’m not the kind of woman that does one-night-stands. The only kind of one-night-standing I do is at work, and that’s because I spend my nights on my feet, working my ass off. But seriously, being with Brad right now makes me think I sure as hell have been missing out!
Oh, I think I like this new Samantha.
“Harder!” I beg of him, and he doesn’t hesitate. He rams his whole cock inside of me over and over again, the sound of his hips slapping my ass the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard.
It doesn’t take long before I start feeling a maddening pressure inside of me, almost as if my soul was about to explode. Except, when I finally come, it’s not only my soul that explodes…
It’s my soul, my body, and my mind.
I let out a vicious scream—one loud enough to shatter glass—and then I just fall face down on the mattress.
“We’re not done yet,” I hear him say, and that’s enough to bring me back to life.
Sitting up, I turn to him and push him down on the mattress. Then I climb on top of him and ease his cock deep inside of me. With my fingernails buried into his naked chest, I start riding him as furiously as I can, beads of sweat pooling on my forehead.
“I want you…I want you to come,” I tell him, looking straight into his eyes as I feel his cock pulsing hard against my inner walls.
“If I come…you come,” he whispers, his eyes never leaving mine, and then he just thrusts as hard as is humanly possible.
“OH MY FUCKING GOD!” I shout at the top of my lungs as thunder and lightning explode inside my head. At the same time, I feel his warm seed filling me up, each spasm of his cock feeding the storm that’s raging inside my head.
“Fuck,” he groans, his fingers buried in my ass cheeks.
We stay like that for a long time, our bodies lost in an ocean of pleasure, and then I just roll to the side, breathing so hard that I can’t even speak.
“This was…fucking amazing,” he whispers after a long time, turning to me and laying one hand atop my right breast, his fingers gently caressing my sensitive nipple.
“It was better than that. So much better.”
“So, this beats being a workaholic, doesn’t it?”
“It sure does,” I laugh, allowing the hand I have on his chest to go down his body; it only stops when I find his hard twelve-inches, all of his length already waiting for me again. “I guess you’ll turn me into a sex addict instead.”
“Challenge accepted,” he grins, pulling me into his naked body and kissing me again.
Challenge accepted, indeed.
Alexis and WineBar #10
It was lunch time when WineBar came back into San Francisco and I met him at the Hog Island Oyster Company.
He ordered me tequila and got himself a Tito’s on the rocks.
And he handed me a key.