Covering myself is something I don’t need to do. I like the color his eyes change when he’s turned on. The way the dark spots in his eyes become bigger and his stare turns even more intense as he looks me over like he just got served what he’s always wanted.
Me.
I reach for his shirt and he lets me pull it off in one go. I groan in appreciation the minute I see his skin, very tanned smooth, sexy skin. His snail trail, I want to lick all the way down until I come to my first prize, because I’m sure with him I’ll have many more to come. Instead, I run my nails over his back until I reach the edge of his trousers. He stands, lifting up off me, and then leans down to my knickers, his mouth kissing just above the panty line. He bites over my lace panties to my clit. I moan louder than I think I have before. I’m wet. Very fucking wet. He doesn’t care, and with his mouth grips the top and tears it down my legs until they’re off my body, leaving me completely naked and pulsating for him everywhere. He smiles as he stands. It’s wicked and makes me anxious for all the things that are to come. The things he may do to me.
His torso is carved straight out of the best models that ever walked a runway. His hands drop to his trousers and I lean up on my elbows as I wait for him to drop them, eagerly waiting to see what’s been pressed upon me several times before.
The minute he does, my legs close and my eyes go large. Nope, not happening. That cock is not entering. He reaches for my hand then places it over his cock, stroking it as I sit up. Leaning forward, I lick the top and listen as he groans while pulling my hair closer to him, so my head is now hovering over his cock. Licking it again, I try–fuck, do I try–to place it in my mouth. But I can only manage the tip as I massage the shaft with my hand. He groans loudly then pulls me away by my hair before his hand circles around my stomach and twists me so I’m now on my stomach.
“All fours,” he growls. I do as he says because if he slams into me right now, I’m afraid I may need a doctor. So when his hand slaps my ass, I flinch. He does it again until I stop flinching. Then his fingers make their way between my legs, and he slides straight in. I’m already soaking wet for him waiting for what’s to come. He finger fucks me while his thumb rubs on my clit. His other hand circles my ass, lightly tapping it while he kisses down my back.
He pumps harder until I have to start squeezing around his fingers, then he pulls them out and removes his finger from my clit. His kisses, though, they don’t stop, not even when his kisses are right near my anus. He kisses then inserts a finger straight in. Ass play is something I’ve tried once, then never again. I was always too frightened, but the way his finger is pressing right now has me moaning and pushing back for his touch. He pulls out just as I start to move. He seems to like to tease. To get me close, then stop, it’s almost too much. My body craves release, so much so that I’m almost ready to throw him on the bed and climb onto him myself.
Then when I turn my head I stop myself, because my eyes find his very hard, very large cock right in my face.
“You’re going to take it now.”
It’s like he’s warning me—I needed that warning.
Trust me. Because as I lay back, he lifts my legs over his shoulders then I feel him there as he positions himself at my entrance. He slides in slow, ever so fucking slowly, then stops. I feel him everywhere and soon I’m the one starting to move, wanting friction, wanting him to fuck me. He smirks when he notices this and does that exactly, fucks me so hard that when I come, I’m not even sure what to do other than scream. And scream. My legs turn to jelly and I can’t move. Literally.
He lays over top of me, breathing heavily, his cock still inside me.
I’ve never once been fucked like that, not once has it been so intense. Maybe it was the build-up, the anticipation of what was to come. Or maybe it was just his magical fucking cock that didn’t stop even after I came.
Either way.
I’m fucked.
Literally.15CreedHer eyes close and open while she lays there completely naked, trying to look up at me. Leaning down I touch my lips to hers, and she murmurs something but I don’t hear it. Her lips kiss me back, just as I knew they would before I pull away. As I do, her eyes close, and soft breathing leaves her mouth. Lifting her up, I place her up the right way on the bed and pull the comforter over her. She moans but doesn’t open her eyes and starts to breathe more heavily.