He let go of her ass with one hand, and slammed his palm on the wall beside her head.
Shoshanna wanted to feel so incredibly full she couldn’t stand it, couldn’t breathe. “God, I am so ready for you.”
And then he was reaching between their bodies, pushing her hand away, and taking hold of his dick. Her throat closed and she wrapped her arms around his neck, steadying herself for what was about to come.
He stared at her face, looked right in her eyes, and all other things in her mind left her except for this one moment.
“You’re so fucking wet for me.” He rubbed his cock along her cleft, and brushed her clit with every upstroke. “Damn, you are soaked for me, baby, so primed for my dick.” His words were a little slurred, and the scent of his cologne and the alcohol he’d consumed that night filled her head.
They were both so drunk, but right now nothing else mattered but getting Toby’s dick inside of her. They held each other’s stares for several long seconds, and then they crashed their mouths together in a tangle of lips and teeth. Yeah, she was really doing this, really having sex with Toby.
She pulled his hair, couldn’t help herself, but he grunted in approval.
Images of them together, skin wet with sweat, muscles stretched and taut from straining, filled her head and had her rubbing herself on him as best as she could given her position.
Without thinking, because at this point all she wanted was him shoved so deep inside of her nothing else mattered, Shoshanna reached down, pushed his hand out of the way this time, and grabbed his impressive length. She shifted so she had his cockhead angled right at her entrance. For a moment time seemed to stand still.
Right now there was only her and Toby.
“Do it, Toby, fuck me.” God, Shoshanna was being a wanton little slut, but Toby’s answering groan told her he liked it. She shifted slightly, moved her leg so she was spread open for him, and the tip of his cock became lodged in her body. The high she felt engulfed her, making all common sense and reality fade.
Nothing else mattered except right now.
“I’m going to fuck you so good and hard that you’ll only want me from now on, baby.”
She didn’t bother telling him that this night was probably their one and only. Toby was screwing her because he was drunk, and she had never had balls big enough to do this, but she was because of her inebriated state, too.
Yes, they may have had a connection years ago, but it had been only during that one time at the party, and she’d never let herself go further with him.
This may be only about sex right now, both of them getting this need out, but she’d enjoy every minute of it. His entire body was strung so tight. Golden, tatted up skin flexed and bunched as he held his arm by her head still. The ring pierced through his nipple was small, yet masculine.
When he slid in another inch, stretching her so damn good, he bared his teeth and closed his eyes.
“God, you’re so damn big.” And he was. That wasn’t an exaggeration, not when she felt like she was going to split right in two.
He rested his forehead against hers, and they panted against each other’s mouths. “Even though your pussy is so damn juicy for me you’re tight as fuck.”
She let her head fall back against the wall behind her and closed her eyes. It felt like she was burning alive, like he was burning her alive. He became buried to the hilt inside of her, and then started moving in and out of her, faster and harder.
She couldn’t wrap her head around the pleasure that she already felt, and they had just started.
“Shoshanna, Christ, you feel so unbelievable,” he said in a gruff, hoarse whisper, and pumped into her again and again.
Seeing all of that hard muscle flexing under his skin, had a shiver working through her. He had tattoos, lots of tattoos that covered his arms and chest, ones that were as artistic as they were intimidating.
He looked into her eyes, and started fucking her even harder. Sweat covered her skin, and she saw beads of perspiration on his forehead.
“Hell, baby.”
It felt like he was so deep inside of her, touching every secret spot she had. God, it was good, so good. He curled his arm around her waist, and she wrapped her legs around his hips tighter, stabilizing herself.
With his hand by her head on the wall and his other hand on her ass cheek, he started moving in and out of her so fast that her back moved up and down on the wall. The sounds of their flesh slapping together, of her wet skin moving along his in a very filthy, erotic way, had her pleasure mounting.