So I mentioned that I like to write...
He grabs me by the hips, pulling me firmly gainst him. God, he's hard. I gasp, squirming in his arms - I can't seem to keep still. He takes me by the shoulders, pressing me hard into the wall with his body. I feel like I'm on fire.
His mouth is on my neck, tasting me, grazing me with his teeth. I shiver with intense sensations, moaning impatiently and snaking a hand between or bodies to find his cock. He smiles against my skin, grabbing my hands and pinning them to the wall. I grind against him, refusing to relent, and suddenly I'm bent over the footboard of the bed, my panties yanked down to my knees, my skirt shoved up around my hips.
I expect it, but it's still a delicious shock when his fingers plunge inside me, rubbing my juices all along my slit, making circles around my clit. "Oh, fuck," I moan, thrusting back against his fingers as they slide back inside me.
"Fuck, you're wet," he groans, and I can tell by his voice that now is my chance. I flip over, grabbing his belt and fumbling with it in my excitement. It's off, and I eagerly pull his cock out - I have to squeeze my thighs around my aching pussy at the sight of it.
I run my tongue slowly along the length of him, teasing, before taking all of him into my mouth. He's so deep I could almost nuzzle his stomach with my nose. I ignore my gag reflex, holding him as long as I can, encouraged by his panted moans and hands fisted in my hair.
I pull back slowly, leaving him nice and wet, kissing the tip before hungrily taking his length again. He's pretty big, and being able to fit all of him inside my mouth makes me feel a little smug. I look up at him with wide eyes, wondering if he likes the way I look with my mouth full of his cock. The look on his face removes all doubt.
I reach under my chin and stroke his balls, pulling back slowly. I slip my camisole over my head then turn over on my back, thrusting my breasts upward and letting my head fall back over the edge of the bed.
"I want you to fuck my face," I command, daintily wiping spit from my swollen lower lip with a finger. He's happy to oblige. He cups the back of my head and guides his dick into my mouth, sinking in as far as I can take him. Then, with one hand behind my head and the other beneath my chin, he begins to slide slowly back and forth between my lips.
Something about this makes me so hot and wet that it aches. I squeeze my thighs together again, then reach down to slide a finger inside my puffy pussy lips. It's so wet and sensitive, and I know how pink it must be, even though I can't see it.
I dip a finger from each hand into my pussy then bring them to my breasts, making wet circles around my nipples before squeezing them hard.
He pulls out of my mouth with a loud pop, pulling me all the way on to the bed and pinning my hands over my head so he can lick the cum off my nipples. I moan and writhe beneath him, lifting my hips off the bed to press against his hot, stiff cock.
"Oh, God, fuck me now, please, I can't - "
But he's deep, deep inside me before I can even finish my sentence, and all I can do is cry out. He's so deep that I can't think straight, can't do anything but lift my hips to meet his long, deep strokes.
It's too slow. Too gentle. I need fucking, not lovemaking. I dig my fingers into his ass, pulling him into me, begging for more. He takes the hint at once, bearing my legs down onto the mattress, spreading me wide and driving into me with incredible intensity. My breasts bounce fervently with his thrusts. A climax builds hot, fast, and with little warning.
"Fuck, I'm coming!" I moan, reaching between us to finger my swollen clit. A few strokes and I'm done for, waves of pleasure crashing over me as he pounds into my pussy, each thrust seeming to come harder and harder.
He pulls me up and off the bed, leading me back to the wall and pressing me face-first against it. I arch my back seductively, pushing my ass out towards him. He uses one hand to push one of my cheeks out of the way, so he can watch as he slides his hot tip back and forth against my dripping cunt, teasing my clit until I beg for him again.
Without warning, he fills me to the hilt, and for a delicious moment I can't breath. His fingers dig into the soft flesh of my ass as he buries his cock inside me, and all I can do press my face and hands against the wall and hold on for the ride.
He smacks my ass, hard, sending a jolt of pleasure through me. "Fuck, yes! Do that again!"
He does, harder, and I start to shake with my second climax. My pussy ripples and squeezes around him, milking his cock, hungry for his cum.
"Oh, God, baby, cum for me," I moan to him, my knees weak with my orgasms and the thought of his cum spilling down my throat. His thrusts come harder and I get another smack on the ass. I wish I could see the red handprints that he's marked me with.
"Fuck," he groans, pulling his long cock out of me slowly and reaching for my arm.
I don't need any more encouragement. I'm on my knees before him, taking his slick cock between my lips, savoring the flavor of my cunt on him.
"How does that taste, baby?" he moans softly, his fingers tangled in my hair as he pushes his cock further down my throat. I whimper my muffled response.
He shouts, and I feel his hot load shoot into my mouth, mingling with the flavor of my pussy. I grip him by the ass and suck him dry, swallowing and running my tongue over his skin until his orgasm subsides. Then I get to my feet and press myself against him, giving him a hot, open-mouthed kiss. He pinches my nipples between his fingers and I pull back, smiling and saying, "We taste good, don't we?"
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