He leans in to kiss me, hot and heavy with an open mouth. I taste my pussy on his tongue, my flavor mingled with his, and it only turns me on more, makes me ache for him.
When we break apart, he’s grinning. “I want you inside me,” I say, and he bows his head, eyes dancing.
“Your desire is my command.” At the same time, he reaches down for his jeans, undoing the clasp and letting them drop to the ground, not even caring as he kicks them off. His boxers follow next, and oh, fuck.
He’s huge. As big as I imagined. More so. My lips part and I reach down to cup his rock hard shaft. I need both hands to wrap fully around him, hold him between me. I trace his length, admiring the velvet smoothness of his skin, the rock solid core beneath.
He smirks, catching my expression. “Do you think you can handle this, Missy?”
My eyes meet his, flashing. “I’m always up for a challenge.”
He laughs under his breath before he reaches down to free a condom from his pocket. “That’s what I like to hear,” he murmurs, tearing open the packet. Before he can put it on, I take it from him, and slide it over the smooth expanse of his cock, all for the excuse to touch him again.
He watches me, eyes hooded, unreadable. Then he pushes me back against the tree.
“I told you, Missy.” He leans in, pausing with his lips inches from mine. When he speaks again, his breath ghosts across my cheeks. “I always get what I want.” Then he guides his cock to my entrance, spreads my pussy with his free hand, and pushes himself inside me.
A low, guttural groan escapes me as he delves into my pussy. He moves slowly at first, pushing in an inch and withdrawing, then pushing in further with the next thrust. He gives me time to adjust to his girth.
At the same time, he reaches down with one hand and guides my leg up and around his waist. I wrap it around him, pinned against the tree. Then my breath catches as he cups my other leg. In one swift move, he lifts me off the ground and pins me between his body and the tree. When he pulls me toward him this time, his cock slides all the way inside me, deep and thick, making my cry out faintly with pleasure.
I have never felt stuffed this full in my entire life.
I hook both legs around his waist, my arms tight around his shoulders, and lean back just far enough to meet his gaze.
“You like that?” he asks quietly. Then he pulls back, thrusts deep into me again, harder this time. “You like my cock inside your tight pussy?”
“God, yes,” I breathe. My lips collide with his, his tongue parting my lips, entering me the same way his cock is as he draws back, thrusts his hips against mine again. He builds up a steady rhythm, in and out, until my whole body is crying out for release. My hands are fisted in his shirt, and when he breaks away from our kiss, I press my face against his neck, burying it there to muffle the sound.
He pins me against the tree and begins to fuck me hard, now, pounding into me with each thrust, his balls slapping against my ass. I moan into his neck, and he tightens his grip on my body, one hand gripping my ass tight, the other pinned around my waist.
“Fuck, Missy…” There’s something in his voice. A break, a catch. “Fuck.”
I squeeze my pussy tight around him, my hands digging into his shoulders, my legs tight around his middle. His cock keeps moving, keeps driving into me, and then he angles his hips, so the tip of his cock drags along my inner wall, right over my G-spot. I cry out again, louder than before, my body already sensitive as hell after he ate me out.
It only takes a few direct thrusts right over my G-spot before I hit the peak again, nearly screaming this time, and still he doesn’t slow, doesn’t stop. He just keeps thrusting into me, again and again, until his whole body tenses, too.
“I’m going to come. Fuck, Missy, I’m going to…” He doesn’t finish the sentence. He groans instead, and I can feel his muscles contract as he comes deep inside me, his cock jumping inside me.
I cling to him, panting, every inch of my body afire with sensation, practically glowing.
He lowers me back to the ground slowly, and when we separate, we’re both sweaty, breathless… and grinning. Before I can react, he steps closer again, brushes a strand of hair back from my forehead, and ducks to kiss me. It’s softer this time. Slow and sweet. When we separate, his lips hover an inch from mine. “Now that,” he murmurs, “was worth the wait.”