Hot & Sticky

There’s no “cherry” to “pop”—I mean I’ve done sports my whole life and rode horses for a brief time when I was younger. But still, the feel of him opening me for the first time has me gasping.

“Oh God,” I gasp, clinging to him and raking my nails down his arms.

He slows, but I shake my head.

“No, please,” I moan softly. “Keep going.”

He growls, and his lips press to mine. I kiss him eagerly and deeply as he pushes into me, and I whimper as another few inches of his thick cock slide into me. The strange feeling melts quickly into something amazing. Amazing, and hot, and aching in the best possible way. I feel myself gripping him so tight, but it feels so fucking good as he pushes into me.

Inch by inch, West sinks every bit of his thick cock into my tight little pussy, until finally, I can feel his hips grinding against mine.

“All of me,” he groans into my lips.

“And you have all of me,” I gasp back.

He kisses me, and slowly, his hips roll. His thick cock slides out, until just the pulsing, swollen head is keeping me stretched open. His cock lurches, and I whimper when I feel more spurts of his precut pump against my pussy. He growls and pushes forward, and that gorgeous cock sinks deep into my eager little pussy.

“West!” I cry out in pure, undiluted pleasure. I’m seeing stars as he starts to slide in and out of me, grinding his cock as deep as he possible can before pulling out to tease my clit with his swollen head.

“Fuck, Taylor,” he groans, kissing me through our panting breaths. “Fuck, you are so fucking tight.”

I whimper, wrapping my legs around him.

“I can feel this greedy little pussy squeezing my cock, baby girl—trying to keep me inside.”

“Because I do,” I moan. “I want you inside of me forever,” I gasp, drowning in the pleasure he’s bringing to my body.

His lips are on my neck, and his big hands slide all over my body—gripping my ass possessively, pining my hips to the bed, skimming up and down my calves as he drives into me, or cupping my jaw as he kisses me.

We rock harder, and faster, and I almost can’t believe how fucking wet I am. It’s like I’m dripping all over him, coating his huge cock in my shameless desire. He throbs inside, and a snarl tumbles from his lips. His teeth rake my neck, and his thrusts become harder, and faster.

A whole new wave of pleasure overtakes me, pulling me under as I start to drown in the ecstasy of it all. I cling to him, melting and gasping in pleasure. My legs tighten around his muscled hips, and my eyes roll back. And suddenly, I know I’m going to come like I have never come before.

“West…!”

“I know you want to come for me, Taylor,” he groans. Our bodies are hot and slick with heat, sweat dripping down both us and making us slick as we grind together. It’s makes the whole thing even hotter, and I feel myself sinking into the orgasm ready to pull me under.

“I know you want to make this hot little pussy come all over this fat cock, baby,” he groans. “And I want you to do it. I want you to let go and let me feel that pussy come. Let me be the first man to feel this gorgeous little cunt come so good on my cock. And I won’t just be the first,” he hisses into my ear. His teeth nip at the lobe, and I start to fall.

“I’ll be the first, the only, and the last,” he rasps. “Because you’re all mine, forever.”

It’s the last I can take, and suddenly, I explode. West sinks his big, thick cock deep into my clenching pussy, and I come, hard. I cling to him, and my mouth sears to his as I scream my release into his lips.

West roars and grips me tight as he sinks deep inside me. His thick cock spasms and throbs and pulses deep inside of me, and suddenly, I can feel it. I gasp into his lips and moan when I feel the hot, thick jets of his cum pump into me. Again, and again, his cock throbs and his balls tighten against my lips. Hot warmth pours into me, and I kiss him as hard as I can as his arms circle around me to hold me tight.

He rolls us onto our sides, but he keeps himself deep inside me. I’m shivering in what feels like earthquake tremors inside my body, and I cling to him. My lips find his, and I kiss him desperately, like I never want him to move away from me.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he purrs softly, like he’s read my thoughts. “I’m never going anywhere when it comes to you.”

He kisses me slowly and deeply, and I lose myself in him, entirely. Hook, line, sinker, the whole damn pole and boat.

We’re still kissing when we both hear it: the sound of tires on sandy, broken pavement. It’s a car coming up West’s driveway.

West practically becomes like a panther or a cheetah or something. He gently slides from between my legs, and he rolls off the bed. Instantly, I miss him with all that I am. But when I see him pull a gun from his nightstand, I clutch the covers tightly.

“West?” I whisper, my heart racing.

“Stay down, baby,” he commands quietly. He turns and leans over me, kissing me gently. “I’m sorry.”