Rock Hard (Sinners on Tour 2)

“You’re so tense, baby,” she whispered, kissing his shoulder.

Tense? He’d show her tense, but before he could drag her beneath him, she straddled his thighs and began to knead the muscles of his back with a firm, but gentle, massage. She soon had worked him over from shoulders to lower back, turning him into a puddle of flesh, his muscles like melted butter. His dick, squashed beneath him, protested its neglect by throbbing incessantly. God, he was hard, but her hands felt so good he didn’t want her to stop.

She leaned over him, her long hair tickling the skin along his spine. She kissed and suckled paths over his back. He twitched and groaned, unsure how much more he could take.

When she’d kissed her way to his neck, she whispered into his ear, “Do you want to make love?”

He rolled over and tugged her on top of him, seeking her mouth for a feverish kiss. His hands moved to her ass, pressing her pelvis against his so she could feel for herself exactly how much he wanted to make love.

She broke the kiss and looked down at him, grinning. “Is that an anaconda in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?”

“Why don’t you check it out?”

She slid down his body and reached for his belt. “If this turns out to be a big, thick snake, I’m going to be very upset.”

She freed his c**k from its confines and planted a gentle kiss on its head. It twitched, desiring more rigorous attention. She wrapped a hand around its base and sucked the rest into her mouth. Her hand gently stroked upward while her mouth moved down to meet her hand. When the head of his c**k lodged in the back of her throat, she swallowed.

His breath caught.

She pulled her head back, her hand sliding down at the same time. It felt strange to have his c**k worked in two directions at once. Strange and wonderful. He tried to keep his body still and his gasps of delight at a minimum as she continued to work him in the same maddening fashion. He didn’t want her to realize how close he was to letting go. He wanted his cum in her mouth. Wanted her to swallow it.

His lack of obvious enthusiasm spurred her competitive spirit and she stroked him faster, sucked him harder, swallowed him deeper.

Eyes squeezed shut, he bit his knuckles and held onto the rug with his free hand. He couldn’t stop the involuntary arch in his spine though. She jerked his pants down his thighs and her free hand moved to gently massage his balls, while her mouth and hand moved together, separated, moved together again over his cock.

It built, the need to flood her mouth with his seed.

He lifted his head and pried his eyes open to watch her suck him. Ah God!

It burst. He dropped his head back on the floor as a hard spasm gripped the base of his cock. Jessica gasped in surprise as his first spurt filled her mouth. She swallowed and sucked harder, accepting more of him, drawing his offering deep into her throat. Even after he’d completely spent himself, she continued to suck him to prolong his pleasure until he couldn’t take any more.

“Ah Jess, stop, please.”

“Uh-uhn,” she murmured, shaking her head slightly, his c**k still in her mouth.

He shuddered, slowly growing softer and softer in her mouth. Pausing only to remove their clothes, she didn’t relent until she had him rock hard again. When she released him from her mouth, he opened his eyes, but his vision was so blurred he had to close them again. She crouched over him, her feet planted near his hips, and sank down, taking him into her dripping wet pu**y.

“Sit up,” she urged.

Still in a stupor of spent desire, he forced himself upright, resting his weight on his hands to hold himself in a seated position. She held onto his shoulders as she lifted up, rocking onto her toes, and then drove down onto him hard.

“I need it. I’m so hot, Sed.”

He could feel her molten heat and her juices dripping down to bathe his crotch. “Take it.”

She took it. Lifting up and plunging down on him so hard it had to hurt her tender flesh, but she was relentless. As she slid up, she twisted her hips and then slammed down on him again, rotating her pelvis to drive him deeper, deeper. She continued as such until her legs gave way and she had to drop to one knee. She leaned to one side and drove her body down on his at an angle. “Take it, Jess. All of it.”

She rode him harder, faster, until her other leg lost its strength and she had to ride him while perched on both knees. She worked her internal muscles then, squeezing as she drew upward. Damn, if she didn’t stop that, she’d make him come again, and he knew she’d yet to let go. He opened his eyes to watch her. She looked half frustrated, half exasperated and her energy was quickly waning.

He wrapped his arms around her and flipped her over onto her back. She gasped in surprise.

“You need it hard and deep?”

She nodded miserably. He pulled out.

“No,” she protested.

He picked her up off the floor and carried her to the bed. He pulled her to the mattress’s edge and opened her legs wide. His gaze settled on the beauty of her feminine folds. Open to him like silky flower petals. Inviting. The flesh swollen, flushed, and slick. He lowered his head and lapped at her juices. So sweet. And her smell? Damn.

He grabbed his c**k in one hand, attempting to calm himself as he relished her taste, her scent, her warmth. He plunged his tongue into her tight hole and she moaned in torment.

“Sed,” she gasped, her fingers digging into his scalp. The sound of his name on her lips sent ripples of pleasure down his spine. “Sed, I want you. Inside. Please.” Her fingers moved between her legs and she stroked her clit, trembling with unfulfilled desire. He leaned away to watch her rub herself. She worked that tiny bud of flesh with two fingers, grinding it in a circular motion, up and down, back and forth. Circles again. Her hips moved with her fingers. “Mmm. Mmm. Mmm,” she panted as she sought release.

He stroked his c**k as he watched her, not wanting to interrupt her attempt to get off because it was so f**king sexy to watch. She shuddered and rubbed faster, harder, her back arching off the bed. Her pu**y was so swollen, so hot, so wet, so ridiculously empty.

Sed stood, grabbed her hips in both hands, and plunged into her. Her back arched until only her shoulders touched the mattress.

“Oh God, Sed. Yes,” she cried. “Fuck it hard.”

His fingers dug into her ass to hold her still so he could pound into her.

“Yes,” she screamed. “Yes. Yes. Yes!”

He f**ked her harder. Harder. She pulled her hand away from her clit and her body quaked as she finally found that elusive orgasm. He thrust into her harder. Yes, harder. Take it, Jess. Feel it inside you. I’m part of you. Part of you. Feel it. She strained against him as he continued to thrust into her like a man possessed. As her tremors began to subside, he reached between their bodies and stroked her clit, mimicking the technique he’d watched her use. Her pu**y convulsed around his c**k with renewed excitement. When she whimpered from overstimulation, he urged her onto her side without breaking the connection between their bodies and found a steady rhythm inside her.