Mr Spencer (Mr. 2)

She slides my shirt over my shoulders, and then her hands drop to my boxers, and she slides them down my legs. Her hand goes around my cock, and a deep rumbling begins in my balls. I put my hand over hers to guide her, slowly stroking myself as she watches on in wonder. Pre-ejaculate beads at the head.

“Lick me, angel,” I whisper, brushing her hair back from her forehead. “Taste me.”

She smiles and in slow motion bends. I watch as her tongue slides out and over my end. I clench my stomach in appreciation.

Every time, every fucking time I’m with her, I have to concentrate not to blow too soon.

She’s too perfect.

This, what’s between us, is too perfect.

She takes me into her mouth, and with her eyes glued on mine, she takes me deep down her throat.

Fuck.

My mouth falls open as I watch on. Her eyes are closed.

No man has ever had her before. I had my suspicions. I thought I felt her hymen break but I wondered if it were wishful thinking on my part. Thank God it wasn’t.

She’s mine. All mine.

As she sucks, I close my eyes, and drop my head back. It’s so good.

I need it harder… so much harder. I put my hand over hers as it follows her lips, and I stroke myself harder. “Like this,” I whisper to show her.

She nods and follows my lead, making me hiss in appreciation.

I lift my foot to rest it on the bed next to her. Watching her naked and sucking my cock is too much to bear. I push her back to the mattress and hover over her.

“Open your legs.”

She smiles and arches her back off the mattress. My eyes roam down her body, to large, firm breasts, hourglass hips, and a small patch of perfectly groomed, light pubic hair. Her legs are long, toned, and currently spread wide just for me. But it’s the look of hunger in her eyes that turns me on. She wants me, she wants what I can give her… and only me. Nobody has ever touched her.

She’s every man’s fucking wet dream.

Unable to help it, I take my cock back in my hand and begin to fist it hard. My jaw is clenched as I work myself.

“Touch yourself,” I instruct.

Her eyes widen as I jerk my cock harder. Fuck, I want to come. I want to come looking at her. I want to come on her… in her.

My shoulder flexes as I grip my cock with white knuckle force, and her back arches again off the mattress again.

“Spence,” she pleads. “I need you.”

I grab the lube from the wardrobe as quickly as I can, and squeeze it out onto my fingers then through her soft, wet flesh. It’s practically pulsing beneath my fingertips.

“You feel so fucking good, angel,” I whisper as I bend and take her nipple into my mouth. I suck it hard and slow, just how she likes it.

“Hurry,” she moans.

I smile. This sense of urgency from her is new.

I like it.

“I’ve got to warm you up, baby,” I whisper as my fingers circle through her swollen lips and over her clitoris.

“No, now.”