Intense

“Easton,” I said, but he was already kissing my neck.

I couldn’t help myself. I reached down and grasped his hard dick, stroking him through his thin shorts, working his shaft. He unhooked my bra and I let it drop to the floor. He began to gently feel my breasts, my back, my skin. I loved the feeling of his hard cock in my hands and the soft grunts he made as I worked him.

He reached down and unzipped my pants, dropping down to his knees. I giggled as he pulled them off me, tossing them aside. He grabbed my ass and pulled me against his mouth as he kissed and licked my pussy over my panties.

“Careful,” I said, biting my lip. “You’ll ruin them.”

“They taste ruined already.”

He pulled them down off my ass and I ran my fingers through his hair. He began to nibble at my clit again, gently licking and sucking. He spread my legs a bit wider and grabbed my ass, pressing me harder against his mouth.

“Oh shit, Easton,” I moaned. “Holy shit that feels good.”

“Knowing how to work a pussy means I never have to say sorry,” he grunted.

I couldn’t help but laugh. I pulled his hair gently, and he responded by licking me harder and slipping a finger deep inside me.

My legs were shaking as he worked me. Suddenly he hooked his arms under my legs and stood up, lifting me into the air.

“Easton!” I gasped, surprised and a little afraid.

He laughed as he gently placed me back down on the couch. I bit my lip, surprised by how easily he could lift me, and a little more than turned on. He resumed licking my clit and sliding a finger in and out of me, pressing against me hard. I spread my legs wider, trying not to moan too loudly.

I looked down at him. His fingers pressed deep inside me and he grinned up at me. “Do you want me to fuck you again, Laney?”

“Yes,” I said immediately.

His did something with his fingers that sent my body into convulsive pleasure. “Are you going to let me come inside that tight pussy?”

“Please,” I moaned, unable to think, unable to move.

He pulled his fingers back and stood. He dropped his shorts and underwear, and I looked up at his hard cock. He walked over to his gym bag and pulled out his wallet, slipping a condom into his hand.

He held it out to me. “Go ahead.”

I got to my knees in front of him and ripped it open. I slowly slid his cock between my lips, taking as much as I could, and then began to roll the condom down his length.

“Ah shit. That’s what I like,” he said.

When I finished, he grabbed my hips and lifted me, turning me around. He pressed me down, putting my knees on the couch and standing behind me. I felt his fingers and mouth begins to eat my pussy out from behind, and I pressed my face into the cushion, moaning loudly.

I felt his fingers move back, and he leaned forward, speaking into my ear. “I love how soaked you are. I love how you show me your pussy, begging me for it.”

I felt him press his hands against my hips and slowly push his cock deep between my legs.

I let out a low, deep moan as he filled me up.

“Shit,” he grunted. “Fuck, I love fucking looking at your ass in the air.”

He began to thrust into me, his big cock sliding into my slick pussy. I moaned into the pillow, grabbing it tight against the sweet ache of his cock.

His thrusts got deeper, more insistent, as he grabbed my breasts, teasing my nipples. He pressed deeper into me, and then reached around to rub my clit.

I worked my hips back against him, easing him into a rhythm that worked. I could feel him hitting my spot, his thick cock filling me as he thrust. I loved the slap of our skin as he began to fuck me harder.

His palm whacked down onto my bare ass, and I let out a moan.

“Fucking work that cock, Laney,” he said.

I began to buck my hips back against him, using the couch as leverage.

“Fuck yes,” he grunted. “Ride that dick.”

I worked my ass and back furiously, feeling long waves of desire and pleasure roll through me. I wanted him so badly, and he began to thrust back, his hands strong at my hips.

He reached forward and pulled my hair, tipping my head back. I gasped, trying not to cry out as I felt his lips find my ear.

“You have such a nice, tight cunt,” he whispered.

“Oh god,” I moaned. “Easton, keep fucking me.”

“Are you getting close? You think I’m going to let you come yet?”

“Easton,” I said, half whine and half moan. I was out of my mind with fuck pleasure.

Suddenly he pulled out and wheeled me around, pushing me down onto my back. He kneeled onto the couch in front of me, and I reached up to touch his chest, his abs. I watched as he sank his cock deep between my legs, and I threw my head back to let out a deep moan.