him.
She’d turned into a sex maniac. It was the only explanation.
She stirred as Nick moved and planted a knee on the other side of her. The mattress dipped under his weight as he straddled her hips. His big testicles brushed against her belly and his impressive cock pointed straight at her breasts.
He held her face between his hands as he kissed her long and deeply, lifting and returning, insatiable. And she burned every bit as hot and hungry for him. Wanted him without further delay. Why was he still only kissing her?
She reached between their bodies, impatient, demanding more with eager hands. One sliding beneath his balls and weighing them with a growl of approval. One gripping his cock and trying to nudge him lower, lower, so she could take him inside. She had itches that needed rubbing, folds and creases moist with desperation, a hot wet place where he’d feel so good...
Oh thank God, he’d pushed a thigh between hers. He’d settled closer to where she wanted him. She struggled to free her other thigh so he’d take her.
“Sammie,” he murmured, amusement obvious in his tone. “What’s the rush?” He held her confined and helpless as she tried to pull free—so much stronger she hadn’t a chance of moving him, so much bigger she might have been scared if she’d not known him better.
She thrust a belligerent chin up at him, drew her lips back in a snarl. “Want you now .”
He clamped her hands in his own much larger ones and pinned them above her head, looking down at her as though he saw a disobedient child.
“Now,” she moaned. “ Now, Nick.”
No pride left, only raging desire.
He kissed her again, a deep probing kiss that let her know with his tongue what he intended eventually for her aching, oh-so-ready body.
She burned. Flames licked up and down, deep inside.
Finally, he lifted his other thigh and she pulled hers apart, wide as she could, tilting her hips up like the lewdest of harlots.
He transferred both her hands to one of his, took his cock in the other, and began to feed it far too slowly into her hot twitching flesh. He entered in begrudging increments, pushing his heaviness deeper and deeper like exquisite torture.
“Nicky...” She wriggled.
“Hold still.” Not asked politely.
His invasion continued in tiny fractions, and no matter how she tried, she couldn’t hurry him.
“Hold still, dammit. I want to feel every inch of you.”
She glared at him, but he’d aroused her so thoroughly she had no shame, no reservations, only this raging greed.
“You’re small,” he said. “I’m not. I don’t want to hurt you.”
She instantly stopped her hurry-up tactics, overwhelmed by his care. Yes, he’d looked big, but she’d never seen a man spot-lit like that before. Every detail visible, totally on show, no fumbling embarrassment or awkward modesty.
“Thank you,” she muttered, ashamed of herself now for acting the way she had. And in he pressed, gentle, careful, stretching her to her limits.
But she yearned to feel him moving. Wanted him sliding and pumping inside her, and setting her nerve-endings alight with sensation again. The sight of him above her was such a turn-on, such a promise of good things to come, that it took all her resolve and determination to hold still.
He exhaled and closed his eyes. Sammie saw the edges of his mouth curl up and knew he’d finally buried himself all the way. “So I’m just the right size for you,” she teased.
His grin widened at her no-doubt smug expression, and with a great exultant groan of satisfaction, he began to thrust, slow and sure and deep.
She wrapped her legs around him, following the rhythm he set, rocking against him, and relishing the delicious sliding invasion…the thrill of his total possession.
Wrenching her hands from his, she urged him on by grabbing his shoulders, scraping her nails over his neck and through his hair, pulling him close for hungry, desperate kisses.
Nick wove a
She’d turned into a sex maniac. It was the only explanation.
She stirred as Nick moved and planted a knee on the other side of her. The mattress dipped under his weight as he straddled her hips. His big testicles brushed against her belly and his impressive cock pointed straight at her breasts.
He held her face between his hands as he kissed her long and deeply, lifting and returning, insatiable. And she burned every bit as hot and hungry for him. Wanted him without further delay. Why was he still only kissing her?
She reached between their bodies, impatient, demanding more with eager hands. One sliding beneath his balls and weighing them with a growl of approval. One gripping his cock and trying to nudge him lower, lower, so she could take him inside. She had itches that needed rubbing, folds and creases moist with desperation, a hot wet place where he’d feel so good...
Oh thank God, he’d pushed a thigh between hers. He’d settled closer to where she wanted him. She struggled to free her other thigh so he’d take her.
“Sammie,” he murmured, amusement obvious in his tone. “What’s the rush?” He held her confined and helpless as she tried to pull free—so much stronger she hadn’t a chance of moving him, so much bigger she might have been scared if she’d not known him better.
She thrust a belligerent chin up at him, drew her lips back in a snarl. “Want you now .”
He clamped her hands in his own much larger ones and pinned them above her head, looking down at her as though he saw a disobedient child.
“Now,” she moaned. “ Now, Nick.”
No pride left, only raging desire.
He kissed her again, a deep probing kiss that let her know with his tongue what he intended eventually for her aching, oh-so-ready body.
She burned. Flames licked up and down, deep inside.
Finally, he lifted his other thigh and she pulled hers apart, wide as she could, tilting her hips up like the lewdest of harlots.
He transferred both her hands to one of his, took his cock in the other, and began to feed it far too slowly into her hot twitching flesh. He entered in begrudging increments, pushing his heaviness deeper and deeper like exquisite torture.
“Nicky...” She wriggled.
“Hold still.” Not asked politely.
His invasion continued in tiny fractions, and no matter how she tried, she couldn’t hurry him.
“Hold still, dammit. I want to feel every inch of you.”
She glared at him, but he’d aroused her so thoroughly she had no shame, no reservations, only this raging greed.
“You’re small,” he said. “I’m not. I don’t want to hurt you.”
She instantly stopped her hurry-up tactics, overwhelmed by his care. Yes, he’d looked big, but she’d never seen a man spot-lit like that before. Every detail visible, totally on show, no fumbling embarrassment or awkward modesty.
“Thank you,” she muttered, ashamed of herself now for acting the way she had. And in he pressed, gentle, careful, stretching her to her limits.
But she yearned to feel him moving. Wanted him sliding and pumping inside her, and setting her nerve-endings alight with sensation again. The sight of him above her was such a turn-on, such a promise of good things to come, that it took all her resolve and determination to hold still.
He exhaled and closed his eyes. Sammie saw the edges of his mouth curl up and knew he’d finally buried himself all the way. “So I’m just the right size for you,” she teased.
His grin widened at her no-doubt smug expression, and with a great exultant groan of satisfaction, he began to thrust, slow and sure and deep.
She wrapped her legs around him, following the rhythm he set, rocking against him, and relishing the delicious sliding invasion…the thrill of his total possession.
Wrenching her hands from his, she urged him on by grabbing his shoulders, scraping her nails over his neck and through his hair, pulling him close for hungry, desperate kisses.
Nick wove a
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