Turning my wrist around, I grab his cock underhandedly, feeling it pulse against my curled fingers; I start moving my hand up and down, stroking him over his boxers, and I let out a gentle moan against his ear. He reacts by tangling his fingers in my hair and yanking, forcing me to throw my head back. He rolls to the side at the same time and, moving quickly, he takes his parted lips to my left nipple; he wraps them around my rosy tip, sucking it inside his mouth, and then presses down with his tongue. I let go of his cock as pleasure flutters inside of me, one hand of his going over my stomach in a downward line.
“I need this so bad,” he whispers, his fingers going over my drenched thong and pressing on my pussy.
“Then take it, take it now,” I tell him, the desperation to feel him, to be fucked by him, completely overpowering me.
“Yes,” he says, and then he hooks his fingers on the string of fabric that laces my outer thigh and pulls. The sound of the thong ripping reaches me a fraction of a second after, the cool air of the room lapping at my naked pussy. Now completely naked, I moan as he takes two fingers to my clit, rubbing me there for a few seconds before hiking down to my drenched folds. He goes up and down over them, and then starts to part them with his index finger; my back is arched as anticipation makes my muscles tense up, but he just keeps on teasing me with no end in sight.
Only when I start relaxing does he go for it; flicking his wrist fast, he slides his index finger all the way inside my pussy, curling it upward and only stopping when it’s pressed tight against my G-spot. I open my mouth in surprise, a sudden scream welling up to my lips, and he takes the chance to start rubbing my clit with his free hand.
Pleasure fills me up to the brim, pooling in my muscles and biting at my nerve endings. It demands all of my brain’s attention, controlling every single cell inside my skull as it keeps on growing and growing, like a never-ending stairway to heaven. It grows so much that it bursts, an explosion of sheer ecstasy taking over me; arching my back again, I let out one wild scream and, when my vocal chords grow tired, I resort to hissing like a madwoman.
Danny takes his fingers out of my pussy then, but never lifting them off my body. He traces an upward line over my stomach with his wet fingertips, my fluids glistening on my skin, and goes all the way to the valley between my breasts. From there, he climbs the straight line of my chin and only stops when his fingers are on my lips. I part them slowly, and he wastes no time, sliding his fingers inside my mouth; I suck on them, my brain burning as the sweet flavor of my pussy inundates it.
“Good, isn’t it?” he asks me, his lips once again brushing over the curve of my breasts. This time he takes his mouth down my body and, positioning himself between my open legs, he starts kissing my inner thighs, using his tongue like a torture device.
Grabbing at his hair, I try to force him down, but he fights back against my hold. He keeps on teasing me, brushing both lips and tongue on my inner thighs while I try to thrust with my hips. Countering me, he presses his forearm over my waist, pinning me down to the mattress, and just keeps on circling my wetness without going for it.
“Please,” I pant, my voice quivering as I try to fight back against his hold, moving my hips from side to side.
“I love to hear you beg,” he says, looking up at me with a devious grin on his face.
“Then please, please... “ I beg him, looking into eyes with an expression of pure desperation. His eyes become narrower as his grin widens and, just like that, he’s on me; he wraps his lips around my clit and starts to suck, using his tongue to run soft circles around it. Hooking his thumbs under my knees, he forces my legs up and then takes his open mouth to my pussy lips, pressing it against my wetness and jabbing at my insides with his tongue.
This time he doesn’t stop me while I try to thrust, and so I just press my pussy against his face as hard as I can, rubbing my wetness against his mouth. “Yes, yes…” I keep on saying, the words coming out of me in a torrent. I want to moan and scream at the same time, I want to tell him how good he is, and how much I love him… But all I do is repeat that yes over and over again, like a delirious broken record.
Sucking and licking, he presses one thumb over my clit and starts rubbing on it while he devours my pussy. Violent pleasure starts rising inside of me again like a ticking bomb, each tick one step closer to ecstasy.
I want this every day. I need this every day. And I swear to God, I will never again be blindsided by everything else when my relationship with Danny is at stake. I need his lips, his naked body, and his cock, as much as I need the air to breath… And I will never risk that again.
“Oh God,” I blurt out the moment a hurricane of pleasure takes over me. There’s a storm in my brain and, for a moment, I can’t even see or hear anything; my brain shuts down everything in order to process all the sweet pleasure reaching it. I’m grinding my teeth so hard I can feel the pressure building around the bones in my jaw.
With my brain seemingly busy, my body goes out of control; still grabbing him by the hair, I start swaying my hips in a frenzy, crushing my pussy against his face in deep desperation as I come. By the time pleasure finally starts receding, there are already beads of sweat pooling on my forehead.
“So good…” I whisper, more to myself than to him, as I collapse on top of the bed, sprawling both my legs and arms.
“I can say the same,” he whispers back at me, going up to his knees. I force my eyes open and look at him, a delirious smile taking over my lips as I see his lips and chin glistening from my fluids.
Propping myself up on my elbows, I reach for him and tug his pants down. He does the rest, rolling to the side and kicking them off. He’s only in his boxers now, but I’m going to take care of that really, really soon …
Moving like a cat, I place my hands on his chest and push him down. He lies on top of the mattress willingly and I jump on top of him in an instant, straddling him. His cock is tenting up his boxer briefs, and I just can’t help but to press my aching pussy against that pulsing shape. Sitting on top of his shaft, I start swaying my hips, moving my body in a flowing motion as I grind against him.
“Fuck,” he groans, running his tongue between his lips as he lays his hands on my ass. Squeezing my cheeks, he makes me grind against him even harder; I do it for a few seconds, but the desire to feel his huge cock turns into a raging need and I slide down his body. My fingernails slide down from his pectorals to his abs, leaving the red marks of claws on their way, and I finally hook them on his boxers.
Tugging viciously, I almost rip the fabric out. That doesn’t happen, though, so I just push his boxers down his legs, never taking my eyes out of his cock as it springs free. I look at it with wide eyes, and for an instant I don’t know where I need it the most—inside my mouth, inside my pussy, or… somewhere else. All I know is that I need it.
Much like he did before, I position myself between his legs, reaching for his mast and grabbing it harshly. Unlike him, though, I’m not in the mood for any kind of teasing; I need his cock, and I need it now. Looking into his eyes one last time, I lean into him as I angle his cock, pointing it straight at my mouth. I part my lips and wrap them around his tip, slowly lowering myself and allowing his shaft to slide over my tongue.
“Fuck, so tight,” he groans, gently placing his hands on the top of my head and pushing me down. I let him do it willingly, and I only stop when my lips are at the base of his cock, its tip pressed tight against the back of my throat. I hold my position there for a few seconds, using my tongue to press on his shaft, and only then do I allow him to slide out.
The moment only his tip is in my mouth, I grab his shaft with one hand and start stroking him. Bobbing my head back and forth, I suck and stroke at a perfect rhythm, my body in complete sync as I please him. The pace keeps growing furiously, and it doesn’t take long for the muscles in my neck to start cramping. Still, instead of pushing through, I decide it’s time we change gears.
I pop his cock out of my mouth and, sliding
both hands up his naked torso, I sit on top of him. “Fuck me, Mr. Quarterback,” I purr, grabbing his cock and pointing it upward. “Show me your winning moves,” I continue, raising my hips and then lowering myself until I feel the tip of his cock against my pussy lips.
“Touchdown,” he grins, his word a barely audible whisper. In a heartbeat he takes his hands to my ass cheeks, and burying his fingers into my flesh, pushes me down. I throw my head back and scream as I feel his shaft digging deep into me, my insides burning up as if Danny’s body was made of fire and sin, and as far as I know, it really is.
He keeps down as he thrusts, his cock making its burning way until his twelve inches are all lodged inside of me. I cry out, clawing at his chest as I feel my inner walls stretching to accommodate his massive cock. I guess it doesn’t matter how many times we’re together, my body’s never going to get used to how big Danny is. And that’s fine by me; every time is like the first time.