Hung

I wanted to feast on her body.

She shifted on her feet slightly, and the scent of oranges and vanilla, like delicious sweet sherbet on a warm summer day, came from her. I held in my moan of approval, tightened my hand that was wrapped around her waist, and breathed out, trying to control myself. I’d have her soon enough; there was no doubt about that.

“I need you in my room, Macey. I don’t want to rush this, to rush you, but I need you so fucking badly.”

And when she nodded, when I knew she wanted to give herself over to me as badly as I wanted to give myself to her, I didn’t stop as I took her hand in mine and led her to the one place we could really be together in every filthy fucking way. I mean hell, I could have here anywhere in the house, but the thought of laying her out on my bed, my things, my scent covering her, made this primal part of me rise up.

Once up the stairs, down the hallway, and in my room, I let go of her hand and watched as she stepped farther inside. She turned and faced me just as I shut the door, closing us in.

Things were going so fucking fast, but I didn’t care, and I could see neither did she. Macey was right here in this damn moment, ready for me, going with it, because it felt so fucking right.

I could have switched on the light in my room, but the glow from the moon coming through the open curtains washed her in this pretty silvery glow. It turned me on.

“The bed, Macey,” I found myself grunting out, and when she turned around and started walking toward it without any hesitation, I couldn’t stop myself from staring at the perfectly round globes her ass. I needed her out of those damn jeans now.

When she reached the bed, she turned around, and I forced myself not to grab my cock and stroke myself through my sweatpants at how fucking hot Macey looked. I felt this insatiable need to be with her, to fuck her like I was some kind of damn animal. And right now, all I wanted to do was rip off every stitch of her clothing, lay her back on my bed, spread her creamy thighs, and shove my dick deep in her body, making her take every last inch of me.

That thought had me stilling. What would she do? How would she react when she finally saw what I was packing? I wasn’t an arrogant bastard, especially not where looks or physique were concerned, but I knew my dick was huge, thick and long, a good ten inches of hard steel when erect.

My cock was throbbing, aching, and my balls were drawn up tight to my body. I could feel how much I needed to fill Macey full of my cum, my balls heavy with my seed.

Her long, brown hair was in a braid, some strands hanging loose from it, wisps moving along her temples. I was about to tear Macey up in only the best of ways.

“You look like you want to eat me alive,” she whispered, and I heard the underlying moan in her voice.

God, she had no fucking idea how true that statement was.

“Tell me what you want, Macey, and I’ll give it to you.” I wanted her to talk dirty to me, to be obscene in what she needed from me.

She took a moment to answer, and then I watched as she swallowed, her chest rising and falling faster and quicker as she started breathing harder.

She was primed for me. I could tell.

“I just want you,” she whispered, and I groaned.

I took a step forward, my focus trained right on her.

There was no way I could control myself where she was concerned. I wanted her too fucking badly. Macey had big breasts, ones that tightened the material of her shirt every time she inhaled. Her nipples were hard, and I wanted to tear the material away and feast on her tits, run my tongue along her neck, taste how sweet her skin was. I wanted to suck on her nipples and see if I could make them harder.

Macey licked her plump, red lips.

I stopped when I was a foot from her. “Take your clothes off, and do it nice and slow for me, Macey. I want to appreciate the view as you reveal yourself to me.” My voice had gone so fucking deep from my arousal.

She listened to me right away, and I felt a thrill of pleasure move through me at the fact that she obeyed. When she had her shirt removed, I stared at her breasts all but popping free of the confines of her lacy bra. My mouth watered. I reached down and palmed my cock through my sweats. My dick was harder than I’d ever felt it, and I had no doubt pre-cum lined the slit and started to make a wet spot in the front of my boxer briefs. The image of her on her knees in front of me, lapping up the seed that spilled out the crown of my dick for her, played through my head on repeat.