When she executed the move again as she used her free hand to cup his heavy sac in her palm and squeeze it lightly, a throaty growl bubbled up from her chest and vibrated around his cock.Chanin released a short, rough howl.His hips shot up from the bed and thrust further into her mouth, the thick crown of his cock stretching her throat.
Her lips kissed their combined fingers halfway down his steely shaft.Tears sprang to her eyes, and her vision blurred at the unexpected move.Her air felt trapped in her lungs and like it was on fire.She froze.
He moved his hand from her hair and wrapped it around her throat.He wasn’t squeezing, just holding it there tenderly as if in the wonder of the feel of himself bulging there.
Breathe.Relax.Swallow.Chanin’s words were gentle but no less commanding.
It took all her will and concentration to follow his mandate as she realized she could breathe air through her nose, which helped her throat loosen.Then her body seemed to recall how to work her throat muscles, and she swallowed once around his thickness, then again.
“Shit.Enough.”Cupping her cheeks in both his hands, he pulled her mouth away.With lightning speed, he gripped her shoulders, dragged her up his body, and kissed her.
Morlie moaned into his voracious kiss and felt a minor soreness in her throat, but it didn’t stop her from giving just as much passion to their kiss.Their tongues dueled, and their lips sucked as they kissed in the same way a starving man devoured his first meal—it was messy, loud, and glorious.
His hands roamed her body, caressing her back and her sides, cupping her ass, then pressed her tighter to him.Compared to hers, his body was long, but in their position, the crown of his cock rested along her clit.She rolled her hips and felt the wet glide of her sex over him, coating him.
When Chanin began to shift them to place her beneath him, she pressed a hand to his chest, halting his actions.No.Wait.
He broke the kiss and frowned up at her, his brows drawn.
“I want to do this.Pleasure you.Satisfy us both.”
He nodded as he lightly rested his hands on the curve of her hips and let her resume the lead.
Morlie spread her knees wide along the sides of his hips to position herself.She walked her hands over his chest and used his solid, muscular frame to balance herself as she sat up.Holding his gaze, she reached between their bodies.Gripping his length, she stroked him a few times, then dragged his tip to her clit.She arched her back and shivered as she circled the bundle of nerves there and felt the beads of his essence combining with her wetness, escalating her desire.
Anxious to feel him inside of her, she slid him back along her slit until his head was notched right at her opening.She paused with him right there, right on the cusp of where they both desired him.
Chanin’s fingers flexed hard on her hips, but he didn’t force her down, didn’t force her to take him.He let her do this on her timing, but his abdomen was in knots beneath her palm, evidence his lust sat barely leashed.
Unable to keep either of them waiting a moment longer, she pressed her hips down, pushing him through her snug center.Her mouth parted with a gasp as he split her, widened her walls, and stretched her to the point of pain around him, but she didn’t stop.Trembling, she sank lower, taking him in.
At one point, when he was so deep, he filled every part of her, but still not all the way in.She figured she’d taken all she could and began to rise.
“No.”He shook his head and slipped his big hands around to palm her cheeks.
She was confused until he instructed her.
“Arch this sweet ass, my little bunny.”His fingers caressed the bottom curve of her backside before he clasped the globes firmly, then parted her ass and sex wider.
Following his advice, she tipped her hips, and the action allowed her to open up just enough to settle further and claim all of him.Shit.Damn.There was a deep pain in taking him.She had to remind herself that she had only had sex with him a few times a day ago, and his massive cock would take more than a bit of practice to become accustomed to it.But some of her knew she would take him with ease, eventually.Until then, it will be fun trying.
Chanin chuckled low as he pressed in a little deeper.Not enough to take control, just enough to remind her of the behemoth she was working with.
For a moment, she’d forgotten he could hear all her thoughts.Her face heated.
He leaned forward until he could kiss her, then whispered against her mouth.“Your pussy is so damn wet and tight.Now, fuck me.”
Staring into his magnetic eyes, fully amber, she slid up until his crown was barely inside of her, maintaining her position so when she twerked her hips down, she was able to take all of him again.A little easier this time.
Up and down she went, rotating her hips each time he bottomed out before she lifted again.She kept a steady pace, dragging him along her sensitive walls as she built, built, built, built her need.Every part of her body felt drawn, a tightwire of desire.Each time she pressed down, her needy clit brushed over his firm skin at the base and sent bolts of lightning straight to her core.
She craved more.Desired something to take her over the edge.Sweat coated her body, and her limbs trembled.Repeatedly, she worked herself on his thick, long shaft, trying to bring herself to ecstasy.
Chanin grabbed one of her hands and placed it between her legs, right against her.She could feel the heat of her own body, the swollen, slickness of her folds surrounding her fingers.
“Play with your clit.”When her brow bunched, he continued, “Touch it in whatever way feels good.”
What felt good to her was what Chanin did to her.All the ways he caressed and fondled her.As she continued to pump her hips onto his hard cock, she closed her eyes and let her mind flood with memories of his hands stroking her clit, circling it, and gliding up and down her sex.
