“I like it… I like it a lot,” I purr, grabbing at his belt and unbuckling it. “But I want to see more…”
“You can see everything… But I want the same.” With that, he hikes the dress up to my waist and cups my bare ass cheeks. He squeezes them harshly and then, with a growl, he lets go and takes both his hands to my shoulders. Moving fast, he pulls both straps down my arms at the same time, pushing the fabric of the dress down to my waist and baring my bra.
Diving into me, he places his mouth right between my breasts, the touch of his lips sending a shiver up my spine. My hands dart to his head, and I tangle my fingers on his hair, closing my eyes as sweet pleasure washes all over me.
With his face still between my tits, he takes one hand to my right breast and, as he squeezes it softly, he pulls down on the cup of my bra. I sigh loudly as the cool air laps at my hard nipple, electricity darting from it all the way down to my pussy. I’m so wet that my thong is already sticking to my skin, the fabric drenched with my fluids. Pulling on his hair, I direct his mouth to my nipple and, offering no resistance, he wraps his full lips around my hard tip. A slight moan leaves my mouth as he starts to suck, his fingers still curled at the base of my breast.
This feels a lot like winning the lottery. To think that, just a few minutes ago, I was enduring one awful date… And now here I am, claiming the big prize, the King of Wall Street himself. You go, Becca.
As Mason focuses on my tits, my right hand slides down and over his belt, my fingers resting over his crotch. My heart starts to gallop inside my chest as I start to curl my fingers, a thick and long shape pulsing against them… Grabbing his cock harshly, I bite my bottom lip as I realize how big he is. I don’t think I have ever met a man with a cock like this… No, screw that, I didn’t even know it was possible for a man to be this huge. Oh, this is way better than winning the lottery.
With one hand on his hair and the other on his cock, I throw my head back and press it against the tiled wall. As he sucks on my nipple, he moves one hand up from my waist, his fingers brushing against the ridges on my spine, and he only stops when he finds the clasp on my bra. With a simple flick of his fingers, he unhooks it, making both cups droop over my breasts.
“That’s it…” I moan in a low and subdued tone as his mouth goes from one nipple to the other, his tongue lapping at it hungrily. The sound of my voice is still hanging on the air as, with a quick movement, he uses his body to part both my legs. Placing one hand on my right knee, he slides it slowly to my inner thigh and then, looking me straight in the eye, he flattens the palm of his hand against my drenched pussy.
“I like this…” he grins at me, pressing harder with his hand. “And I’m going to own it. Your pussy… is now mine,” he leans in, whispering his words into my ear. The sound of his voice caresses my eardrums, embraces my mind, and unleashes the whip of desire inside of me.
“Yours…” I whisper. “Make it yours and --”. With a quick flick of his fingers, he pulls my thong to the side and shuts me up. Moving his wrist, he places his index finger against my wet folds and, with just one quick movement, he slides it all the way in. I hiss through my gritted teeth, my muscles tensing up as I feel the tip of his finger brushing against my G-spot. Now this is a man who knows what he’s doing; there’s no trying or fumbling around, there’s just flawless execution.
I gasp as he presses his finger against my G-spot, applying just the right amount of pressure. With my back pressed against the wall of the small toilet stall, I rock my hips forward by instinct; replying to the movement of my body, he starts to slide his finger in and out of me, hitting that sweet center of pleasure each and every time.
“This feels… This feels so good…” I whisper between hard breaths, barely able to keep my eyes open.
“This is nothing…” he whispers back, leaning into me and laying his lips on my neck. With gentle kisses, he traces the contour of my jaw and finally crushes his mouth against mine, parting my lips with his tongue and sliding it in. We kiss in abandonment as he works on me with his finger, a whirlwind of lust and desire lashing out at my mind. With a grin, he pulls back from our kiss and lays his free hand on my mouth, cupping it; at the same time, he presses hard against my G-spot and rubs me there until my body can no longer stand it.
I open my mouth and moan but, mercifully, his hand muffles the sound of my voice. God, I can’t believe that I’m actually being fingered by Mason Kane in the bathroom of a bar. This is a new low for me—or, shall I say, this is a new high for me? What? This is the 21st century, hun. I’m a woman, I like sex, and I’m not ashamed of that.
My eyelids droop as my muscles finally relax, high voltage running through them and making them spasm. I see white lights behind my closed eyelids, and my pussy cramps around his fingers. I can almost feel pleasure crawling under my skin, nibbling at my nerve endings with tiny but powerful electric fangs.
“Oh, God…” I let out as Mason takes his hand out of my mouth; at the same time, he slides his finger out and brings it up to my face.
“We have to be quiet,” he whispers, looking me in the eyes as that irresistible grin dances on his lips. Gently, he presses his wet fingertip against my lips and brushes it left and right, coating my mouth with my own fluids. Without thinking, I part my lips and let him slide his finger over my tongue. As he slides it back out, I suck it dry, the flavor of my wetness dancing its way up to my brain.
“Quiet… I’ll be quiet,” I tell him, a grin dawning on my lips as his finger pops out of my mouth. My fingers are trembling, but I still manage to still them with one deep breath; with barely steady hands, I go back to his cock and curl my fingers around it. His thickness makes the flames of desire dance high inside of me again, and I have to let go of his cock, just for the time it takes me to hook my fingers on his boxer briefs and tug them down. As I push his pants and boxers down to his knees, his cock springs free and slaps down the palm of my hand.
I only notice that I’m holding my breath when I curl my fingers around his thick mast, his long inches pulsing against my hand with ravenous desire. Unable to resist it, I look down at his cock and bite on my bottom lip, only now realizing how truly massive he is. Swear to God, my hand looks like the hand of a doll when next to his tree trunk of a cock.
“You’re so big,” I tell him, my brain brimming with so much lust that it’s now unable to filter out the words coming out of my mouth.
“I know,” he says with a devilish grin, his member throbbing hard against my fingers. Without taking my eyes off of his, I let my back slide down the wall and I go down to my knees. Instinct guiding the movements of my body, I start to lean into his cock, my eyelids drooping at the same time. I reach for his tip with my tongue and, the moment I finally touch it, there’s a pleasant buzz under my skin. I lean forward, parting my lips and allowing his glans inside of me; as it slides over my tongue, I have to open my mouth as wide as I can to accommodate its thickness. If having him in my mouth is this challenging… I can’t even begin to imagine how it will feel to have him inside of my pussy. I don’t even know if it’s physically possible! I mean, there has to be a limit for how massive of a cock a woman can take, right? Well, whatever, I’m going to find that out, sooner or later.
With his glans inside of my mouth, I run my tongue around it in wide, slow circles, and only then do I start to go deeper. Inch by slow inch, his gigantic shaft rolls down my tongue, filling my mouth in a way I didn’t even know was possible. I go so deep that the tip of his cock touches the back of my throat but, when I open my eyes, I realize that I still don’t have all of him inside of my mouth. I choose this moment to look up at him, my mouth straining to accommodate his thickness; the moment our eyes lock, I can see all the hunger dancing in his eyes.
“You have no idea how much I want to fuck you right now…” he tells
me, placing both his hands on my head and tangling his fingers in my hair. Holding my head in place, he slides his cock out of my mouth, only stopping when his glans touches my lips; then, he goes back in all the way to the end. He keeps this pendulum motion for God knows how long, time dilating more and more with each time he thrusts. Finally, he pulls back and his cock pops out of my mouth with a loud wet sound.
“Ready for the main event?” he asks me, pulling me up to my feet and pressing me against the wall once more. Smiling lewdly, I simply nod, placing both my arms over his shoulders. Taking the hint, he presses his body against mine and, grabbing me under my ass, he pulls me up and into him. Reacting unconsciously, I cross my legs behind his lower back. Now holding me with only one hand, he takes the other one between my thighs and, grabbing the fabric of my thong, he pushes it to the side; closing in on me, he angles himself so that his glans is against my wet pussy.
“I want it… I want it now,” I groan, trying to sway my hips and force him to thrust.
“How bad do you want it?” he whispers, keeping his position while he rocks his hips with soft movements, brushing the tip of his cock up and down my folds.
“Bad. I want it bad.” That’s all that I can say as I start to thrust harder, desperate to feel his cock inside of me. His grin widens as he sees my desperation and, with a flicker of lust in his eyes, he finally thrusts.
I throw my head back against the tiled wall and grit my teeth, doing my best not to scream. His shaft slides inside of my pussy at a slow pace, my inner walls straining so hard to adjust to his thickness that I feel my insides burning up; it’s physically possible, after all. The thing is, I’m not so sure that, once we’re done, my pussy will ever be the same. But if that happens… Well, it’d have been totally worth it.
Mason goes all the way in, only stopping when all of his inches are nestled inside of my pussy. I dig my fingers into his back, my eyes still closed as my brain tries to comprehend the avalanche of sensations that are hitting me right now. That’s when Mason decides to start thrusting; rocking his hips back and forth, his cock slides in and out of me at a growing pace, flames of ecstasy circling my mind and threatening to consume it. This is almost too much. Almost.