“God, Dwayne,” she said softly before pressing another aggressive kiss to his lips. Her breathing was short as she made out with him, her free hand going into his hair and feeling him out. She’d dreamed of it for so long, and it was even better in reality.
They kissed right there at the bar for some time, other patrons giving them space as they made out. Until finally he broke their kiss, and gazed down at her longingly, such hunger in his eyes. And it was all for her, she knew, could read it in his gaze.
“Come on,” he said at last, breaking their silence with that one rough, firm word, so edged with command.
He took hold of her hand and took her, guiding her through the crowds, on around back towards the washrooms. As usual the women's washroom was packed, but there at the back was the employee’s washroom. It was a single, private room, and he managed to catch the door just as one left.
“Get in,” he told Celeste, tugging her on in first as they snuck in and locked the door.
She couldn’t believe what they were doing, and she might’ve protested if she weren’t so heady with lust. Her body was craving it, him, and she knew there was no going back. She tossed her purse to the side, her drink abandoned to the floor as he shut the door.
As soon as he turned to her, though, she jumped into his arms, her own limbs flung around his neck as she tugged him tight.
“I want you,” she confessed, and licked around her lips, the taste of his lime vodka still so strong on her taste buds.
Outside the sound of music carried on through the door as Dwayne lifted her up so easily, pressing her back to the wall with care as they made out. Those strong hands of his grasped her thighs, her hips, stroked over her figure as he ground his hard, throbbing manhood against her.
She could feel the fullness of that girth, how large and hard it was. That shaft was ready to burst out of his pants with his lust for her. His hands rolled her dress up to her hips, exposing her panties before he let one hand daringly reach up to cup and fondle her breast.
“I don’t have a condom,” she admitted against his kiss, but that didn’t stop her. Honestly... it only turned her on more, and secretly she prayed he’d come just as unprepared. Her hips ground against him with the thought and her breath caught in her throat.
She was so horny and worked up and she desperately wanted to see that cock.
He was already half-done reaching down and unveiling it when her words sank in, and he looked to her. A mix of feelings showing itself on his face; surprise shifting to concern. Though when he undid his pants, and that thick, monstrously sized bulge showed through his boxer-briefs, it was so hard to care about anything else.
“Out in my coat,” he said, and just as she was so close to seeing what was clearly the biggest cock she’d ever laid eyes upon, the thought of tearing away to go fetch a condom from the coat room sank in.
She stepped back, but not to give him enough room to leave. No, she needed to see him, and before she could clearly think things through, her hands were against his clothed cock, feeling him throb.
No, she needed it. Him.
More than that, though, she was more turned on by the thought than anything else. The idea of him knocking her up, binding them together forever.
Her eyes went up to him to see if he felt the same, even as her other hand hooked into her leopard print panties, tugging them down over her thighs. They were soaking wet and unleashed the soft, feminine scent of her arousal into the air as she stepped out of them.
The blissful moment dragged on, his dick swelling beneath her hand with such excitement and desire. But once his eyes opened, the determination was written in his gaze, hard and certain.
“Fuck, I need you raw,” he said gruff and simply, tugging down his underwear and letting that huge, meaty dick tumble out. It was indeed the biggest she’d ever seen -- by far! -- and it swelled so perfectly before her, perfectly shaped with just the right upward curve, a thick, rigid purple crown that glistened with precum in his desire for her.
She couldn’t help herself. She went to her knees as her hand held it steady at the base, and immediately her mouth was wrapped around it.
Celeste still couldn’t believe what she was doing. She’d never even let Larry have her raw, but Dwayne was different. He’d been with her through it all, thick and thin, and she wanted to feel every bit of him.
She wanted to take every bit of his seed and know forever that it was him who’d knocked her up, so recklessly, on New Year’s Eve.
Dwayne was caught off guard along with her, and gave a deep, lusty moan as she started to suck him off. Those moist, warm lips wrapped about him, making him teeter just a bit with the pleasure.
The heat was rising, and he undid his shirt, showing off his hard abs, and bulging pecs, a light sheen of perspiration from their vigorous dancing highlighting the chiseled muscle so well. Then his two strong hands reached out, fingers knitting through her hair as he took hold, a firm, comforting grasp that didn’t hinder but reminded him of his strong presence.
She took in his clean taste, her tongue wrapping around the head before she pushed her mouth down further. He was delicious, and felt even better as she took him to the back of her throat, her moan reverberating through his flesh as she moved back off of him a little.
Her head bobbed, up and down, her knees pressed into the bathroom tile as she looked up at him with such pleasure.
She could see the pleasure written upon his face, watch as his handsome features contorted with each moan. His meaty cock throbbed upon her moist, warm tongue, and she could taste the salty spurt of precum that came from his tip before it prodded her throat. It was such a beast of a dick, and he couldn’t help but aid her and pump his rock hard hips a little.
“Celeste,” he moaned out, his heavy balls swaying, striking her chin.
She could barely holder herself back any longer. She pulled off his dick and looked up at him with such raw, animal need.