God, this man was something else.
I moaned as I tried to crawl up his body, using my hands to tear at his clothes while he reached beneath my shirt to graze my nipples with his fingers. I hissed when he twisted them roughly, but I didn’t mind. I was too busy, lost in the way his mouth made me feel a wanton concubine in a harem full of sexually charged sheikhs!
Trailing my hands down to his jeans, I unzipped them in one fluid motion, releasing the massive bulge, and I dipped my hand inside his pants to grip his cock.
Sweet Merciful Heavens!
Thank you, God.
He was fucking huge!
His magnificent veiny pork sword felt huge in my grasp. I could barely wrap my fingers around him to get a firm grip! Thisman, whoever he was, had surely been blessed by the God of Dicks!
Slowly rubbing the masterful piece of man flesh, I felt his velvety smooth shaft jerk and twitch at my touch. He was so soft and warm and hard all at the same time. My thumb skimmed over his head and I squeezed, earning me a growl. Before I knew what was happening, while my hand was still slowly stroking him, he picked me up and hurled me against the wall, tearing my lips away from his.
I gasped when his knee came up between my thighs, resting against my cleft.
“Keep touching me like that and I’ll blow all over you,” he whispered, his mouth dangerously close to my ear, his words sending a tingle from my toes to the land of ‘Oh yes, Daddy, punish me’!
You know... that special place deep inside you where a warm wind could cause a delicious quiver and unleash an ache that morphed into a decadent throbbing that was nothing but pure, absolute pleasure, culminating into the biggest mind-blowing orgasm that would most certainly have any girl crying for their momma!
Yeah, that place!
But when his mouth latched onto my neck and sucked as if he’d just taken a shot of Patron and needed a lime chaser, I was pretty damn sure my uterus quivered and my ovaries were shootin’ out eggs like fireworks at a Fourth of July parade!
Oh, and I was definitely gonna have a hickey tomorrow.
Okay, maybe a few. But I didn’t care. I didn’t want him to stop.
I moaned and ran my free hand over his front, feeling his muscles bunch and relax beneath my touch. I wanted to see him naked, sprawled out like an offering at a buffet table, filled with delicious mouthwatering treats. However, given my currentsituation, I would have to just deal with him being pressed up against me.
A sharp tug and the sound of fabric ripping caused me to shudder as he licked a fiery trail under my chin, and I felt the head of his monster cock rub against my hyperactive and oversensitive clit, right before he plunged into me.
Gerd your loins, girls.
This is gonna be a fan-fucking-tastic ride!
I cried out, gripping his shoulders before he catapulted me into the stratosphere without a life jacket.
Which reminded me.
Note to self: Make an appointment with the chiropractor ASAP!
As I hung on for dear life, he thrust forcefully before basically jack-rabbiting his hips. I cried out with each pump of his hips when I could have sworn I heard the door crack open and someone gasp.
I pulled at his hair, clutching his shoulders while he hammered into me.
God, his cock felt...DIVINE.
I never wanted this to end. Not even with the way he stretched me or the fact that he wasn’t wearing a condom.
Fuck it.
It would be okay.
Second note to self: Stop at the pharmacy and pick up the morning-after pill!
Panting and clinging to him, I screamed out when he snaked his hand between our bodies to flick my clit. His thumb slowly massaged my little bundle of nerves, and I threw my head back and whimpered.
