Stacy Vs. SEAL

Propping myself up on my elbows, I reach for him and tug his pants down. He does the rest, rolling to the side and kicking them off. He’s only in his boxers now, but I’m going to take care of that really, really soon …

Moving like a cat, I place my hands on his chest and push him down. He lies on top of the mattress willingly and I jump on top of him in an instant, straddling him. His cock is tenting up his boxer briefs, and I just can’t help but to press my aching pussy against that pulsing shape. Sitting on top of his shaft, I start swaying my hips, moving my body in a flowing motion as I grind against him.

“Fuck,” he groans, running his tongue between his lips as he lays his hands on my ass. Squeezing my cheeks, he makes me grind against him even harder; I do it for a few seconds, but the desire to feel his huge cock turns into a raging need and I slide down his body. My fingernails slide down from his pectorals to his abs, leaving the red marks of claws on their way, and I finally hook them on his boxers.

Tugging viciously, I almost rip the fabric out. That doesn’t happen, though, so I just push his boxers down his legs, never taking my eyes out of his cock as it springs free. I look at it with wide eyes, and for an instant I don’t know where I need it the most—inside my mouth, inside my pussy, or… somewhere else. All I know is that I need it.

Much like he did before, I position myself between his legs, reaching for his mast and grabbing it harshly. Unlike him, though, I’m not in the mood for any kind of teasing; I need his cock, and I need it now. Looking into his eyes one last time, I lean into him as I angle his cock, pointing it straight at my mouth. I part my lips and wrap them around his tip, slowly lowering myself and allowing his shaft to slide over my tongue.

“Fuck, so tight,” he groans, gently placing his hands on the top of my head and pushing me down. I let him do it willingly, and I only stop when my lips are at the base of his cock, its tip pressed tight against the back of my throat. I hold my position there for a few seconds, using my tongue to press on his shaft, and only then do I allow him to slide out.

The moment only his tip is in my mouth, I grab his shaft with one hand and start stroking him. Bobbing my head back and forth, I suck and stroke at a perfect rhythm, my body in complete sync as I please him. The pace keeps growing furiously, and it doesn’t take long for the muscles in my neck to start cramping. Still, instead of pushing through, I decide it’s time we change gears.

I pop his cock out of my mouth and, sliding

both hands up his naked torso, I sit on top of him. “Fuck me, Mr. Quarterback,” I purr, grabbing his cock and pointing it upward. “Show me your winning moves,” I continue, raising my hips and then lowering myself until I feel the tip of his cock against my pussy lips.

“Touchdown,” he grins, his word a barely audible whisper. In a heartbeat he takes his hands to my ass cheeks, and burying his fingers into my flesh, pushes me down. I throw my head back and scream as I feel his shaft digging deep into me, my insides burning up as if Danny’s body was made of fire and sin, and as far as I know, it really is.

He keeps down as he thrusts, his cock making its burning way until his twelve inches are all lodged inside of me. I cry out, clawing at his chest as I feel my inner walls stretching to accommodate his massive cock. I guess it doesn’t matter how many times we’re together, my body’s never going to get used to how big Danny is. And that’s fine by me; every time is like the first time.

Letting my head down, my hair falling over my shoulders, I start rocking my hips. I ride him hesitantly at first, still getting used to his pulsing shaft inside of me, but in a matter of seconds my body has already worked itself into a frenzy. I go back and forth over his cock as fast as I can, and he starts thrusting too, pistoning into me in a feverish state.

I ride myself to exhaustion, my coming and going motion only slowing down when I can’t go on any longer. And, when that happens, I’m already screaming at the top of my lungs. Pleasure makes its way up from my pussy and, in my throat, it turns into a raw and primal sound, exploding in the air like the sound of a grenade.

I think of rolling to the side, spreading my legs, and let him do the heavy lifting. But no, I want more than that; as such, I take my knees off of the mattress and, with both feet on the side of Danny’s hips, I squat over him. His cock is still inside of me, so all I have to do is take a deep breath and order my body to start moving again, which he does. I jump up and down on his cock, the thunder of the orgasm he gave me still roaring inside of me, and I do it until a second orgasm explodes on top of the first one.

This time I really roll to the side, breathing hard while fireworks go off behind my closed eyelids.

“C’mere,” I whisper lazily, spreading my legs while I hear the mattress sighing as Danny moves. He lies on top of my body and, grabbing his cock with one hand, he guides it home. He’s inside of me in one sudden thrust, one hand holding my head while the other one runs through my hair.

“I could stay like this forever,” he whispers into my hair, gently moving his cock in and out of me.

“Me too,” I tell him with a smile, resting my hands on his back. I let my fingers lay there as I feel his muscles moving, every inch of Danny’s body designed with one sole intent in mind: pleasure.

He keeps on thrusting at that gentle pace until time seems to melt away around us. Our bodies float down the river of eternity, our minds adrift but never letting go of one another. This moment is perfection itself.

“I love you,” I tell him once more, brushing my lips against his. I don’t think I’ll ever grow tired of having these three words in my mouth. I’ve never been cold or anything like that, but I never thought I’d be this… in love. Yeah, that’s the right term, and I don’t care if it sounds corny.

“I love you too, never doubt that. Not for one second,” he says, and then pulls his cock out of me. He climbs off of me, lying on his side, and places one hand on my waist. Making me roll to the side, my back turned to him, he presses his body against mine and guides his cock between my thighs. He’s inside of me just like that, almost as if his cock never left my pussy, and his thrusts resume that soft kind rhythm.

We remain like that, two bodies fused into one, for God knows how long, time just a word without meaning. This time I don’t moan or scream; I just grab at the sheets hard, exhaling sharply as a bright ball of ecstasy rolls up into existence deep inside of me.

He stops thrusting as I come, and he simply holds me tight, his cock still inside of me. When I finally open my eyes, my breathing still hard but returning to normal, he finally slides out of me. I turn on the bed to face him and kiss him on the lips.

“Now,” I whisper, gently smiling, “I want the X-rated version.” My smile turns into a grin, and the flicker in his eyes tells me that he doesn’t need any clarifications.

“The lady asks, the lady gets,” he says, sitting up on the bed and then going on his knees. “Now come here.” I exchange one last glance with him and go on all fours right in front of me, wiggling my ass as he grabs me by the hips, pulling me into him.

He takes one hand off of my waist, and I wince as I realize what he’s going to do. I purse my lips, hold my breath, and then I feel the palm of his hand landing heavily on my ass cheek. He does it over and over again, imprinting the mark of his fingers on my flesh, the sound of it echoing in the room.

“Fuck me,” I moan, thrusting my ass back at him; this time he doesn’t make me beg. The moment the words leave my lips, I feel the tip of his cock brushing against my inner lips. Then, a heartbeat after that, his cock is sheathed to the hilt inside of me. He drives it all the way in, his fingers hooked on my hips as he thrusts and holds his position.

Slowly, he starts building up a rhythm, but he does it fast enough; in a matter of seconds the sound of his thighs slapping my ass fill the whole room and drown my brain in a symphony of lust.

“Harder,” I tell him, the tone of my voice harsh and commanding, and he obliges happily; he rocks his body so hard against mine that if he wasn’t holding me by the hips I’d just fall forward. At the same time, he laces my waist with one arm and takes two fingers to my clit, pressing on it while he ravages my pussy.

Fucking me while working my clit, he drives me to the edge of pleasure and then throws me off it. I go from my hands to my elbows, barely enough strength left in my arms to support myself. And still he keeps on thrusting, his movements vicious and wild, a sweet savagery to the way he moves and demolishes my pussy. I scream as an explosion goes off inside my body, one so violent that I dive head first into the mattress, the sheets muffling my scream of utter ecstasy.