Olcan (Boston Bear Brothers 2)

She gasped and moaned at his less than gentle touch, her sounds cut off once again by his hungry mouth on hers, his tongue exploring the warmth of her own as they completed a lazy dance of mutual lust.

His cock pushed heavily into her tight belly, hard as granite. He was having trouble taking his time with her. He wanted this to last, but he also wanted to put her on her knees and fuck her so hard that she screamed. He felt primal, unleashed to mate without regard to anything beyond the act itself.

His hand wandered downward, running lightly between her legs to find that she was not only wet, but dripping down her thighs. It was even hotter to know that she was just as turned on as he was and he found that he wanted nothing more than to taste the sweetness coating her creamy thighs.

Reaching around her, he picked her up in his arms, carrying her to the bedroom and dropping her less than gently across the bed. He moved in closer, pulling her legs apart and leaning down to run his tongue down her center, drinking in her flavor, letting it swirl across his tongue and cling to his lips as he grew more aggressive with his efforts.

He was quickly lost in the sounds of pleasure she was letting out as he ate her out, enjoying every sound she made, encouraging her to be as loud and uninhibited as she wanted. She didn’t disappoint, giving him back every ounce of passion he gave her. She was sweet, creamy, as delicious as any pastry he had ever enjoyed, but there was more to it, more beyond just the pleasure the act usually brought. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but there was something else happening here, something beyond the flesh.

His fingers dug into her ass cheeks, keeping her from squirming away as he suckled at her clit and lapped at her pink folds until she was quaking with an orgasm so powerful that he was being pushed away, struggling to hold her in place against his mouth and tongue. She moaned and cried out beneath him, responding to his every touch in a way that let him know she had no more control than he did.

He didn’t let up, continuing his oral explorations until she had climaxed several more times and lay panting and sweaty beneath him. She was beautiful with her dark hair splayed out across his pillows and her dewy skin glistening in the sunlight that flowed through his bedroom window, giving herself to him wholly and completely. He had only just met her and already felt a closer connection to her than he had ever had with a woman he’d dated over weeks or months, though his relationships rarely went on for long. He just wasn’t built that way.

It was rare that he described a woman as perfect, but this one was. If he could have designed a woman for himself, it would be the one lying naked on his bed, allowing him to ravage her. Just stunning, she was. Everything about her seemed designed with him in mind. If he were a believer in some of the old wives tales that he could remember from his childhood, he’d have deemed her a gift from the fairies that were accepted by many as real.

Unable to wait any longer, Olcan moved up from where he’d been ravaging her pussy with his mouth and tongue, repositioning himself before entering her with one fluid stroke. She let out a gasp as his generous cock filled her tight pussy, pushing the walls outward to accommodate his size. He watched the ecstasy spread across her face as he began to slowly pump in and out of her, letting her feel every inch of him as he fucked her deeply.

At first, she seemed to just enjoy the slow, methodic coupling, but as he continued, she became more aggressive, matching his own rising need for relief. Her hips bucked upward to meet each thrust, expressing her need for more. He loved how vocal she was and not afraid to ask him for what she wanted. It only added fuel to an already fiery blaze burning below.

“Aye. So good. Go deeper. Harder. Aye, that’s it,” she wailed, lost in her own litany of lustful exultation.

The more she begged and encouraged, the harder he got. He’d never been this rock-solid before. Though he’d never had any troubles getting it up and keeping it up for however long it took to satisfy his conquests, this felt different. He was like granite, feeling like some sort of chemical reaction had taken place that might result in an explosion of the wrong kind if his dick continued to expand.

“Harder, harder, aye. Please,” she moaned.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he responded, grunting with each plunge into her pussy. Even soaking wet, she was especially tight, milking his cock with each stroke until he couldn’t hold back any longer.