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“Holy shit,” he murmured under his breath. He undid the hook and eyes of the top until my heavy breasts fell free.

I reached up and wrapped my arms around his neck. He kissed me again, cupping the back of my head. When his tongue entered my mouth, he gripped my hair instead, guiding the kiss with gentle force. My need felt urgent, but his pace was luxuriant, as if he wanted to savor this encounter for a long time to come. His hands roamed my large breasts until his thumbs found my pebbled nipples and he teased them even harder. I could feel his steely cock through his jeans, and I wasn’t disappointed. The out-of-towner was packing, maybe the biggest I’d ever felt. I quaked under his touch as I imagined myself riding it.

“Laney, does it sound like horseshit if I tell you you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen? ’Cause I want to tell you that, but I don’t want it to sound like a line.”

It didn’t. I jumped into his arms, and he caught me, big hands gripping the underside of my thighs.

He walked me to the bed like that as I shamelessly ground my center into the head of his cock.

“I need to take these pants off.”

He set me down on the bed, and I eagerly went to work at his fly. I pulled the rough denim down to his knees, and he stepped out of his jeans, his cock on full display. It was a masterpiece.

“I’m well-endowed, I guess you could say. Supposedly runs in my family,” he said somewhat sheepishly. But the way he tore off his T-shirt was all man and made me feel like he knew just how to use that big dick. “You are too, “ he said as he palmed my breasts.

His cock was level with my chest, so I guided his girth into the cleavage and pulled my breasts together, hugging them around his quivering cock. He threw his head back and gripped the canopy of the bed while thrusting his hips forward. The tip of the head grazed my lips, so I opened my mouth and sucked him in.

Eddie groaned with so much satisfaction I was afraid he’d come right then and there. But instead, he thrust forward harder and allowed my saliva to lubricate the path. Using just my biceps to hold my breasts tight, I reached and grasped his hips, felt his rock-solid ass.

He fucked my tits and my mouth until his muscles started to tense. Then suddenly, he stepped back, took his shaft in his fist, and opened his eyes.

“Lie back on the bed. I want to make you come, Cherry. How loud can you scream?”

He kneed his way across the bed and separated my bent knees when he reached me. The room was dim, but he studied his prize seriously regardless, to the point I thought I’d melt under his stare.

“What a pretty pussy, Cherry.”

I yelped when he reached out and spontaneously spanked it. My knees flew closed, and the pleasurable shockwaves reverberated throughout my whole body. It was next to impossible, but I felt like I’d come from that single touch. I clenched my thighs together hard and tried to control the waves of pleasure that rippled through me.

“Do you like dirty talk, Cherry? Have you been a bad girl and need some spankings?” His smile did me in. It was a singular heady mix of mischief and lustiness. I, for one, had never been talked dirty to in bed or done the dirty talking. I’d heard just about everything in my time in the garage, but I’d never been daring in bed. The idea excited me. So much so that my pussy began to pulsate again, like I could spontaneously orgasm if I didn’t control myself.

“I think that’s a yes. Turn over and show me your ass.” His voice was demanding, and I flipped onto my stomach without even thinking twice. He wrenched me across his knee until my bottom was right in his face. He squeezed the mounds in his hands and then slapped them so hard the sting, not to mention the surprise, made my eyes water.

“Bad girl,” he said, slapping them again.

I could feel the flesh boomerang under his palm, and the pleasure that seemed to race through my bloodstream was shocking. I rode his leg the best I could from the compromising position in which he had me. My clit was on fire and swollen to the point that it felt like a new body part between my legs.

“I’m gonna come,” I managed to breathe out between slaps.

“Don’t you dare come, Cherry. You don’t come from spankings. You only come on my dick.”

The words made my head swim. I couldn’t even imagine him entering me.

He resumed the spanking, alternating with twisting my nipples until I cried out. My body had never been so red hot, so tortured to the brink and ready to be set off.


Tags: Mila Crawford Young Adult