He dropped down to his knees in front of me, his hands on my ass, pulling my hips forward. His lips kissed my stomach and slowly moved down over my panties to lick and suck at my pussy.
“Nothing better than fucking after a fight,” he said. “And there’s no pussy I’d rather fuck than yours.”
He pulled my panties down with a swift tug and then began to suck at my pussy and clit as I stood there, back arched, shoulders against the wall. I held onto his hair as he held onto my ass, supporting most of my weight with his powerful arms.
His mouth was up between my legs, his tongue working my pussy, licking my clit and sliding up inside me. He ate my pussy like a starving man, working my body, driving loads of pleasure through my skin. It pulsed and worked, rolling through my clit, up my soaked pussy, all around my skin.
I fought to stay quiet, but small moans escaped my lips as he kept working me.
“Emory,” I gasped. “Oh my god. You make me want to scream.”
“So scream,” he said between licks. “Go ahead. Nobody’s coming.”
“I can’t,” I gasped.
“You’re embarrassed,” he said, “but I wouldn’t be embarrassed of this tight, delicious little cunt.”
His hands squeezed my ass as he worked my clit, sucking and licking, his tongue rolling in circles, alternating pressure, working me. I could feel my muscles tensing, pleasure rolling through my body, delicious pleasure, intense feelings returning like tingles in a frozen limb.
He suddenly stopped and stood, unbuckling his belt. I watched him, soaking wet, practically dripping onto the ground. He grabbed a condom from his jeans before kicking them aside and sliding his boxer briefs down.
I took his thick, rock-hard cock in my hands and stroked him. I spit down on his cock and used that to slide my palms along him, working his length. I jerked him like that with two hands as he grunted and tore open the condom wrapper, his eyes dark with lust and desire.
He pushed me back roughly against the wall, his hands between my legs, mouth against my ear. “Tell me you want this cock,” he whispered. “Tell me you want me to fill your cunt up until you come again and again.”
“Please,” I whispered. “Emory, fuck me. I need it.”
He rolled the condom down his length and then grabbed my hips and turned me. I gasped as he pressed me forward, my hands up against the wall, my legs spread wide.
“Fuck I love this thick ass,” he said.
I felt him grab my hips and then slap my ass, hard. I gasped but didn’t have time to say a word, as he pressed his cock deep inside me.
I moaned, feeling him fill me to the brim. I couldn’t believe how easily he slid inside me, probably because I was so damn wet. His thick cock filed my every inch, and I loved his grunts of pleasure as he slowly began to fuck me, his cock sliding in and out of me, his hands hard on my hips.
I couldn’t believe I was letting him take me this way, in the middle of a public bathroom. But I couldn’t stop it, didn’t want to stop it, needed it more than I could have said. He began to thrust deep inside me, insistently and needing, rough and hard. His hand slapped down on my ass, sending bolts of painful tingles down my spine, mingling with the pleasure, making cool waves of good along my mind.
He pulled my hair, tipping my head back as he fucked me, his body rocking against mine. His strong chest and arms controlled me so easily, made me do what he wanted, made me take him how he wanted.
“Your pussy is so fucking tight,” he whispered in my ear. “I can’t stop thinking about it. I can’t get you out of my brain.”
I rocked my hips back, moving my ass, rolling around his cock as he fucked me. “Keep going,” I panted. “Keep going.”
My whole mind and body were tense, balanced on the edge. I needed him so badly, needed his thick cock filling me, needed his strength as he took me. I was dripping wet with intensity, pleasure rolling down my spine.
It was his strong arms, gripping my body, pulling me close. He pressed me against him and I moved my hand, putting it on his head, gripping his hair as he fucked me hard and fast. His cock thrust savagely deep inside me, taking me, making me his. He reached around and pushed my legs open wider as he began to rub my clit in circles, working me as he fucked me rough, deep, and hard. I moaned loudly, out of my mind, pleasure rocking through me, no longer caring who could hear me.
And as he fucked me deep, his hand working my clit, I knew I was about to tip over. My whole body tensed as the orgasm exploded through me, my whole body trembling. It was almost too much, too intense. The feeling overwhelmed me as I twitched and trembled, moaning his name over and over, but he didn’t let me go. He fucked me unrelentingly, pushing through the incredible, intense pleasure, pushing me over the edge.