“Have you… have you been thinking about it?”
His eyes flash and he nods. “I have.”
“Good. I wanted you to think about it.”
He releases my wrist and pulls off my blouse. He throws it on the floor before taking off my bra. I groan as his hands find my breasts, his fingers teasing my nipples, cupping them, making me groan.
“You want me thinking about your wet little pussy?” he whispers in my ear. “You like it that I haven’t been able to stop?”
“I love it,” I moan. “I didn’t wear panties again today for you.”
He pulls back and looks at me. “Prove it.”
He steps away and I unbutton my pants. I slowly take them off. I wasn’t lying, I really didn’t wear anything. I did shower and get changed when I got home, but still.
His eyes are hot fire as he looks at me. I’m naked, standing in front of him, completely exposed.
“Look at you,” he croons. “You’re so beautiful. You know that, don’t you? Perky, full breasts. Pink little nipples. You’d drive men insane.”
“But not you?”
He steps back up to me. He pins me to the wall again, hands on my hips. He kisses me and I throw my arms around his neck, pulling him tighter. My tongue tastes his and I can’t help but moan as he moves down, kissing my neck, one hand straying between my legs.
Pleasure rolls along my spine as he spreads me with his fingers. He touches me top to bottom, spreading my wetness out and rubbing it along my swollen clit. I moan into his ear as he kisses my neck then licks my nipples, sucking them softly and biting down gently. He slides two fingers inside of me, rolling them along the roof of my pussy before pulling them back out to rub my clit again.
I shudder with pleasure as he takes my hair with his other hand. He pulls it and uses his incredible fingers. I’m clay in his hands, I’m his, every inch of me, dripping wet pussy to mouth hungry for his kiss. And he gives me that kiss, just as hungry at mine, while his fingers do their incredible work.
I melt into his embrace. I don’t want it to stop, but eventually he pulls back. I come at him and kiss him, fumbling at his buttons. I’m not as graceful as he is, but I manage to get his shirt off. His muscular chest and abdomen drives me wild as I touch him with my fingertips. He pulls me hair and kisses me hard while I fumble for his belt.
“On your knees,” he growls. “Get my belt off.”
I drop down and do the job. I get it off and pull down his pants. He kicks them aside then I slide down his boxer briefs, amazed at his thick, stiff cock.
I take him in my hand and stroke him top to bottom. He’s pulsing, he’s so hard, and I can see the desire in his eyes. I look up, kneeling for him, and take his tip into my mouth. I want to see the expression on his face when his cock slides between my lips.
I suck him hard and he looks like he loves it. I moan as I take him and he reaches down to tease my breasts. I suck him faster, groaning, body shaking, nipples stiff as I take him into my throat.
He’s so thick and long, I can’t fit more than half at most, but his growls suggest that’s more than enough. He grabs my hair and pushes me deeper, sliding himself into my throat, and I pull back with a gasp. I use my spit to stroke his shaft, looking up into his eyes.
He leans down and kisses me. I kiss him back as he pulls me to my feet. He drags me over to the couch and pushes me over it, turning me roughly and bending me over. I feel his hands on my hip and he spanks my ass hard. I gasp and look back at him, leaning one leg up, hands on the back. His eyes are hard as he spanks me again then kisses me over my shoulder, tongue on my tongue, lips so delicious I could moan.
I reach back and pull him against me again. I feel his hard cock tease me, slip along my slick cunt, and I wiggle my hips. I want him deep inside me, but instead he spanks me again and his fingers tease me. They find my clit and roll along it, touching me, driving me wild.
“You’re so dripping wet,” he growls in my ear. “It’s delicious, you know that? Your perky, pink nipples, your beautiful breasts, the way you take my cock in your pretty little mouth. It drives me wild.”
“I need it,” I moan. “Oh my god. I need it.”