Erica
“Iwon’t let you,” he adds, his chest heaving as he sucks in a big breath of air as he yanks me from the bed and pulls me in close.
His lips sear mine with a kiss, and we pick up right where we left just a few hours ago this morning in the hotel, but this time it’s like we’ve both poured gas on a fire that was already raging.
Our bodies melt into each other, as we become one. His hands climb up my back, like flames licking their way up a wall, my entire body feels like I’ve been set on fire.
Out of nowhere he grabs my ass, lifting me up and off the bed, his fingers knead my backside as he carries me a step away from his resting place.
“So fucking glad you came because if you didn’t I’d be jerking off all day, thinking about you, needing to be inside of you again just to think straight.”
“You wanna fuck again?” I ask, surprised by my bold choice of words.
“I said inside you. I didn’t say your pussy.”
My pussy drenches until my mind processes that it’s not my needy hole that’s about to be pleased. It’s another one entirely, one that also starts to get wetter than normal.
Now I’m intrigued, and not just because my pussy is still so on fire from yesterday I can barely walk straight. It’s because now that I’ve had sex I want more, to make up for lost time and explore everything that we can possibly do together.
Like him ramming his cock down my throat as I suck him off to completion.
He pinches his zipper between his first finger and thumb, but I don’t let him finish the task, dropping to my knees to show him just how much of a woman he’s got, and the lengths I’ll gladly go to to satisfy him. Because doing so satisfies me too.
I brush him away with the back of my hands and finish the deed myself, pulling his cock free and then I begin to stroke the engorged member with one hand, then two. Even stacked my hands are nowhere near as long as his dick.
On an inhale I flare my nostrils and then spit on the tip of his dick, running one palm over it, then the other, as I slide my hands down his shaft, coating his rod as I fist his cock.
“Fuck,” I moan, taking one hand off his dick and sliding it into my shorts, playing with my pussy as I give him a handjob for the first time.
I can’t believe we just barely met not even two weeks ago yet here I am in a tiny studio apartment, fingering myself while jerking him off, about to put his cock in my mouth and take as many inches as I can.
How did this happen so fast? How am I not embarrassed by the girl I’ve become? How are we so…perfect for one another?
Sliding forward on my knees I put myself at the exact eye level with his cock, the pulsating shaft only inches from my face. I can see every vein, the little ones and the big thick one that pumps hard and heavy on the underside of his masculinity.
His crown is a sight to behold, big and bulbous and the purple turning almost white the hotter his body temperature seems to get.
If he’s this hot now, what happens when…
Ready to feel his weight on my tongue, I lean forward, taking him in my mouth as his length inches towards my tonsils.
Keeping a single hand against the bottom of his shaft I work him inside the pocket of my mouth, needing a second to get some air but he’s so girthy the ability to breathe with my lips wrapped around him most certainly isn’t a given.
“Oh fuck. Right there. Just like that.”
Looking up I see his head tilt back, his eyes completely gone as he fists my hair, guiding me gently into position as I slide forward and back on his cock.
“Look what you did to me,” he points out. “You made me big and hard and now it’s your responsibility to finish what you started, to clean up the mess you made by swallowing down the thick load I’m going to put in the back of your throat. You understand me?”
I nod, and apparently, the movement hits him in just the right way because a salty geyser paints the back of my throat as his body lurches forward and then his hips pull back.
A string of profanities slide from his lips as he crams his cock down my throat until I’m choking, a tear pricking my eye.
“Fuck yeah,” he growls, and another musky rope slings from his tip.
I pull back, thinking he’s done only for his dick to cough and sputter, tossing one last sticky spend right across my face, marking me.
I open my mouth wide and move my face, accepting his gift over as much surface area of my face as I can.