Ocean (Damage Control 5)

“This what you wanted?” he winks at me and starts pushing his pants down.

Holy shit, he’s going commando. Is he trying to kill me?

If he pushes his pants down one more inch, I’ll be saying hi to his naked snake. Cock. His obviously very big and hard cock, if that bulge is any indication.

Oh God. My face feels hot, and the throb between my legs returns.

Ridiculous. The guy went down on me not five minutes ago. He’s seen my muffins and tasted my pussy, so what if I see his—?

Holy shit. Wow.

He’s working his pants lower and lower, exposing his thick, hard cock inch by inch. I lick my lips, because my mouth has gone dry.

Yeah, I was right. That’s a hell of a big cock. This boy is packing a nuclear missile down there.

He’s still shoving his pants down. How big is that thing? Is this for real?

Good Lord, that’s so hot. Is it too hot in here? I have this sudden urge to fan myself.

Suddenly, his hard-on springs free and swings up, slapping his stomach. He jerks and groans, and I gasp.

Whoa.

His cock is as gorgeous as the rest of him. Big. Long. Golden, the head flushed and shiny, thick veins pulsing on the underside.

I bite back a moan. My mouth honest-to-God waters. I didn’t know I’d ever get so turned on by a guy’s dick. That I’d want to touch it, pet it, stroke it—and then lick it, take it in my mouth.

He reaches down, curls his fingers around the base, gives it a squeeze. So sexy, the way his big hand is wrapped around his big cock.

I’m about to self-combust with want. My boobs ache. My nipples are so hard they could cut through glass, and crap, I’m wet. I can feel it between my legs. I’m throbbing so badly inside it hurts.

Never wanted anyone so damn much. This is crazy.

“Kay…” He’s panting, his grip on his cock tight. His gaze flicks from my bare boobs to my face and back. His tongue darts out to lick his lips. “Fuck, I need to come.”

And I want to see it. Feel it.

I lean forward, put my hand over his, and he lets out a gravelly moan. In our combined hold, his cock grows impossibly larger, and pearly drops form on the slit of the crown and run down.

His breathing grows harsher. He tugs on his hard-on, his hand shifting under mine. Up and then down. His eyes close, his lashes dark crescents as we stroke together, our hands moving over his cock.

His chest glistens with sweat, muscles rippling, and more precum leaks down the sides of his cock, coating our hands. His balls are pulled up tight and heavy, and God, I think I’m going to come just from watching as he chases his orgasm.

“Shit.” He plants his free hand on the mattress and leans back a little, thrusting into his fist. His eyes flutter open, blue peeking through. “Kay.”

The pressure between my legs is unbearable. I reach down, under my skirt, place my hand over my mound, swallowing a moan of my own. I’m so close. I press my fingers a little, pushing the tips into my pussy, and a ripple of pleasure rolls into my core, so intense I cry out.

Oh God, I’m coming again, my body folding over as the pressure breaks into pleasure and heat.

&nb

sp; “Fuck, Kay…” He groans, his cock jerking violently in our hold. I look up, because I want to see this, see his face as he comes.

It’s twisted in a grimace, torn between pain and pleasure, his mouth open, his brows drawn together. His cock jerks again, spraying his chest with cum. It’s pooling between his pecs, in his bellybutton, dripping down his sides onto the covers.

One more spasm, and he groans again, his back arching.

“Damn,” he mutters, his voice hoarse, and lets his head fall forward. His hand shaking, he lets go of his softening dick to grab his discarded tee and wipe his chest clean. “Holy fuck.”