“But now we’re here.”
With that, he takes one hand down my leg, straight onto the hemline of my dress, and I hold my breath as I feel his fingers sliding underneath it. When his fingertips brush against my inner thigh, I can’t help it—I let out a subdued moan, the sound of it so perfect, I almost can’t believe this is really happening.
When he finally presses his fingers against my drenched thong, my whole blood starts boiling.
Oh, god, have I ever been this wet?
We’ve barely started, and I can tell that there’s a tidal wave of pleasure coming my way.
“I want to make you mine,” he whispers, and I react by throwing both my arms over his shoulders. With both hands on his face, I pull him into me and press my forehead against his.
“Then do it,” I purr and then crush my lips on his.
As I do it, he flicks the wet fabric of my thong to the side and presses his thumb over my clit while he caresses my aching pussy lips with his index finger. Before I know it, he slides his finger inside me like a hook, taking it straight to that pleasure center hidden deep inside of me.
Just like that, I come.
I don’t know how he did it, but pleasure has erupted inside of me, a bolt climbing up my spine and setting fire to my mind. I throw my head back once more as my eyes roll in their orbits, every single fiber in my body twitching as electricity runs wild through me.
“My turn,” I find myself saying and, with both hands on his chest, I give him a push.
He takes two steps back, and that gives me the opening I need: moving fast, I go down on my knees in a fraction of a second, my fingers flying straight to his belt. I unbuckle it with quick movements, my fingers working in a hurry, and then I pull down the zipper on his pants.
“Oh, god,” I whisper as I see the shape of his cock tenting his dark boxer briefs.
Its outline is so thick and long that I can’t even think straight.
Where the hell has Alex been all my life?
“This,” I continue, tracing the outline of his cock with my index finger, only stopping when I’m grabbing at the fabric of his boxers. “This is mine. From now on, this belongs to me.”
With that, I yank both his pants and boxer briefs down, holding my breath as his cock springs free, pre-cum glistening on its tip. Slowly, and never taking my eyes out of his, I lean in, part my lips, and then rest them on the tip of his cock. As I roll my lips down the length of his cock, I finally close my eyes and savor the warmness of his long member inside my mouth, all of his raw desire pulsing against my tongue.
“Fuck, Kat,” he groans, resting his hands on the top of my head and tangling his fingers in my hair.
As he gently starts rocking his hips, I bob my head back and forth, devouring all of his length as if I needed to do it in order to survive. The saltiness of his pre-cum tastes delicious, and I can’t help myself—I start sucking on him as I stroke him at the same time, with one hand wrapped tight around the base of his cock.
I’m hell-bent on making him come like this.
“No,” he groans, pushing my head back and forcing his cock to pop out of my mouth.
I look up at him, and my heart stops as I see the wicked grin on his lips.
“Don’t even think about it…we’re not done yet.”
Alexander
Fuck, how did I ever survive without this?
The way her fingers caress my cock, the way her lips and tongue savor my flesh…I’m struggling not to come right now.
“C’mere,” I tell her, grabbing her by the hand and pulling her up to her feet.
Grabbing her by the ass, I pull her up and into me. She laces her legs around my waist and throws her arms over my shoulders, reacting fast.
“Make me yours…all the way,” she purrs, her voice dripping with desire.
I don’t even bother with replying—I just look into her eyes, and then lean in and kiss her fiercely, our tongues locked in a vicious fight.