already aching core.
This was not the lover she’d known. This was not the same Mike who’d held off until she was eighteen before taking her virginity, regardless of how hard and dirtily she’d tried to force his hand that last year. This wasn’t the same Mike who had seen to her with his hands and mouth three times to make sure she was ready to take him with a minimum amount of pain that first time, while he came all over the sheets from the need.
This wasn’t the same lover who’d kissed her nonstop while he was inside her, reassuring her, telling her how much he loved her. How beautiful she was. How much he wanted her.
This wasn’t the same lover who’d cleaned her afterward and cuddled her until she fell asleep.
This man was much harder. Pulling at her head, restricting her movements, and not letting her kiss him. She’d gotten a glimpse in the Shack of the man she once knew, in the way he kissed her, but that door had been slammed shut in her face. And it hurt, because she now understood how much she needed to feel that connection: his lips against her, his tongue in her mouth.
In spite of this Mike not being the attentive lover she’d known, she couldn’t deny him. Never mind how rude and unbending he was, she would take it all, because she still wanted him.
“Your way,” she whispered.
He lifted her tank top and pulled up her bra, exposing her breasts. Then with a finger he trailed down her stomach and over her pants to her crotch. He moved his thumb over her open core, and she shivered.
His expression was feral. “Show it to me.”
“What?”
Before she realized what was happening, he grabbed her shorts from the crotch and ripped the material at the seams, tearing it in two. In another second, her panties were dangling on her left leg, and she was totally exposed to him.
“Bare,” he let out, caressing her waxed flesh and sliding his finger along her slit. “And fucking wet already. Do you want me?”
She nodded, unable to say a word, arching into his hand and stifling a moan as he teased his entrance with his calloused digits.
“Take my cock out,” he ordered, his voice rough.
Mike had always been a sweet talker in bed.
Now she got nothing but clipped orders.
Much to her surprise, that worked for her too.
Hands shaking, she unzipped him, and his dick sprang out.
Hard.
Big.
Pierced.
Oh. My. God.
That he was hung and had the most beautiful cock she’d ever seen was nothing new. The piercing was. There were two metal beads, one on top of the flared head, the other under. Apa-something that was called, or so she thought.
Unable to tear her eyes from the sight, she started panting louder, her pussy flooding.
“I see you approve,” he whispered, and grabbing himself from the base, he nested his cock on her pussy lips. She cried out at the contact, her whole body tensing. Slowly he glided his erection along her tender folds, the lower bead cold, dragging against her hot flesh. Then he pressed his crown against her opening, and Kyra sucked in a ragged breath, preparing for him to thrust in. But he didn’t. He moved his cock up again and nudged the velvety-smooth tip against her clit.
She whimpered. It had been so long. And she’d dreamed about this for so many years. This was Mike between her legs, his mouth on her nipples. His cock pressed against her pussy.
It was too much, all her senses on overload. Kyra sank her nails into his arms and threw her head back, pushing herself against him, her legs already trembling. “Mike, I’m going to come.”
“Open your eyes,” he growled as he cupped the back of her head and urged her to look at him. “I want to see you coming. And I want you to see who’s making you come.”
She reached for his neck, and panting, she held tight while he rocked against her. Her orgasm overtook her suddenly, her pussy clenching sharply while she cried out his name.
Shaking still from the aftermath of her release and gasping for air, she went
This was not the lover she’d known. This was not the same Mike who’d held off until she was eighteen before taking her virginity, regardless of how hard and dirtily she’d tried to force his hand that last year. This wasn’t the same Mike who had seen to her with his hands and mouth three times to make sure she was ready to take him with a minimum amount of pain that first time, while he came all over the sheets from the need.
This wasn’t the same lover who’d kissed her nonstop while he was inside her, reassuring her, telling her how much he loved her. How beautiful she was. How much he wanted her.
This wasn’t the same lover who’d cleaned her afterward and cuddled her until she fell asleep.
This man was much harder. Pulling at her head, restricting her movements, and not letting her kiss him. She’d gotten a glimpse in the Shack of the man she once knew, in the way he kissed her, but that door had been slammed shut in her face. And it hurt, because she now understood how much she needed to feel that connection: his lips against her, his tongue in her mouth.
In spite of this Mike not being the attentive lover she’d known, she couldn’t deny him. Never mind how rude and unbending he was, she would take it all, because she still wanted him.
“Your way,” she whispered.
He lifted her tank top and pulled up her bra, exposing her breasts. Then with a finger he trailed down her stomach and over her pants to her crotch. He moved his thumb over her open core, and she shivered.
His expression was feral. “Show it to me.”
“What?”
Before she realized what was happening, he grabbed her shorts from the crotch and ripped the material at the seams, tearing it in two. In another second, her panties were dangling on her left leg, and she was totally exposed to him.
“Bare,” he let out, caressing her waxed flesh and sliding his finger along her slit. “And fucking wet already. Do you want me?”
She nodded, unable to say a word, arching into his hand and stifling a moan as he teased his entrance with his calloused digits.
“Take my cock out,” he ordered, his voice rough.
Mike had always been a sweet talker in bed.
Now she got nothing but clipped orders.
Much to her surprise, that worked for her too.
Hands shaking, she unzipped him, and his dick sprang out.
Hard.
Big.
Pierced.
Oh. My. God.
That he was hung and had the most beautiful cock she’d ever seen was nothing new. The piercing was. There were two metal beads, one on top of the flared head, the other under. Apa-something that was called, or so she thought.
Unable to tear her eyes from the sight, she started panting louder, her pussy flooding.
“I see you approve,” he whispered, and grabbing himself from the base, he nested his cock on her pussy lips. She cried out at the contact, her whole body tensing. Slowly he glided his erection along her tender folds, the lower bead cold, dragging against her hot flesh. Then he pressed his crown against her opening, and Kyra sucked in a ragged breath, preparing for him to thrust in. But he didn’t. He moved his cock up again and nudged the velvety-smooth tip against her clit.
She whimpered. It had been so long. And she’d dreamed about this for so many years. This was Mike between her legs, his mouth on her nipples. His cock pressed against her pussy.
It was too much, all her senses on overload. Kyra sank her nails into his arms and threw her head back, pushing herself against him, her legs already trembling. “Mike, I’m going to come.”
“Open your eyes,” he growled as he cupped the back of her head and urged her to look at him. “I want to see you coming. And I want you to see who’s making you come.”
She reached for his neck, and panting, she held tight while he rocked against her. Her orgasm overtook her suddenly, her pussy clenching sharply while she cried out his name.
Shaking still from the aftermath of her release and gasping for air, she went
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