His eyes scanned my face, searching for the slight hints I couldn’t stop myself from giving. He scanned my lips then my eyes. His gaze turned to my chest, watching it rise and fall at a quickened pace. “I want to see every inch of you.” With his eyes glued to mine, his hand moved to the front of my jeans and unbuttoned them before he yanked down the zipper. Then his hand slithered down my front until he found the cotton fabric of my panties. His fingers gently explored, feeling my lips as well as my clitoris. He took a deep breath as he explored me, and once he secured his fingers over my clit, he rubbed it in a circular motion.
My knees wobbled because his fingers felt so good. With immense experience, he rubbed me off just the way I did to myself when I was alone. Like he was a woman himself, he understood exactly how I wanted to be touched. I gripped his arm and held on as he set me on fire.
His fingers moved farther back until he felt the soaked fabric just below my pussy. He moaned quietly from deep in his throat, recognizing the moisture that pooled just for him. His jaw became stern and his neck corded with arousal. His breathing picked up just the way mine did, both of us deep in mutual arousal.
I wanted him to fuck me.
I almost asked him to.
His long fingers pulled my panties over before they pressed directly against my clitoris. The pads of his fingers were rough, but they felt good against my slick nub. He rubbed it with more pressure than before, and he nearly brought me to an orgasm right there. “You’re so beautiful when I touch you.” His fingers slid farther back until he reached my entrance. He slowly slid them inside, feeling the resistance of my small channel before he finally squeezed through. He clenched his jaw in pleasure, loving how soaked I was deep inside. “Fuck, you’re tight.” He slowly moved his fingers in and out, lubing them with my own arousal.
“It’s going to be hard to get your fat cock in there.”
He took a deep breath and practically winced in pain, his fingers buried farther inside me. He pressed his face against mine, his lips right next to my ear. “Be careful, baby. Keep it up, and I might not keep my promise.”
I wasn’t one for dirty talk, but this sexy man turned me into a horny woman. “Maybe I don’t want you to.”
He winced again, burying his face into my skin and gently nicking my flesh with his teeth.
What was wrong with me?
He picked me up and pulled my legs around his waist as he carried me upstairs. We went to the third floor then entered his dark bedroom. A gray comforter was on his king-size bed, and he laid me down on the surface before he stepped back and undressed himself. He pulled his gray t-shirt over his head and threw it across the room.
His chest was exactly as I imagined it would be. His pecs were toned and strong, and his shoulders bulged with intricate muscles that were chiseled by the hand of god. His hips were thin and narrow, and his happy trail was cleanly shaven into a single line down into his jeans.
He unbuttoned them and took them off, standing in his boxers. His thighs were thick and powerful, looking like tree trunks that were strong enough to combat a hurricane. A spot of moisture was at the front of his underwear, where he’d been leaking while he fingered me. He grabbed his waistband as he stared me down, and then he pulled them down slowly, practically giving me a stripper show.
Inch by inch, his length appeared. The head of his cock was thick and swollen, a shade of red and blue from the blood that rushed down there. He kept going, showing more and more of his steel shaft until he reached his trimmed balls. Nine inches of pure man with an impressive girth. He belonged in a porno.
My mouth went dry, and I couldn’t think straight. All I could think about was getting that cock inside me and wondering if it would even fit. He would stretch me until I tore, and while it would hurt, it would feel so damn good.
He wrapped his fingers around his shaft and cradled his cock. “On your knees.”
I didn’t let anyone boss me around, but the second he gave the command, I obeyed. I moved to the rug and folded my knees underneath me, knowing that thick cock was about to fuck my mouth so hard my throat would be sore tomorrow.
“Take off your shirt.”
I pulled it over my head, sitting in just my bra.
He positioned himself in front of me. “Suck me off. Lots of tongue and lots of hand.” His hand wrapped around my hair until he had it locked in a tight fist. He pointed his cock against my face and unleashed another command. “Get to work, sweetheart.”