Romancing Tommy Gabrini by Mallory Monroe Page B

fucked her.   He wanted her to feel that intensity.   He wanted her to eventually feel as if she’d
had sex many times before, but nothing like this.
    Grace
already felt that way.   She felt it when
he lifted her legs, opening them as wide as they could open, and licking her as
if he was licking ice cream.
    “Oh,”
he said as he licked her, “I love your taste.   I love it.   Oh .”   And just like her lips
previously, he couldn’t stop kissing her cunt. He couldn’t stop licking it, and
sucking it, and devouring her there.   He
stretched his body out on her big bed, with her legs still in the air and his
hands still holding her by the ass, and continued to mouth fuck her.   He licked her so long, and ate her until he
had her so wet in her own juices, that her entire vagina was red hot and ready.
    And
he was beyond ready.   But he moved back
up, to hold her in his arms again.   There
was something so powerful about the way she felt in his arms that he needed to
feel that again.   He kissed her on her
neck and her ear and rubbed his massive penis against the outside of her
vagina.  
    “I
want you raw,” he whispered in her ear as he rubbed his cheek against her soft,
tender cheek.   “I’ve never wanted anybody
so badly.   I want you raw.”  
    “I
want you, too,” Grace managed to say.   “But we can’t.”
    “I
know, baby.   I know.   But the way you make me feel!” He said this
with such emphasis.   “ Got damn!”
    He
moved his lips back to her mouth and kissed her without even pretending any
delicacy.   He couldn’t help it.   She had his sensuality at a fever pitch.   And he plummeted her.   He kissed her so hard and so long that his
lips felt seared to hers.   He loved her
taste and her smell and how delicate her luscious skin felt in his arms.   And to make it a more perfect union, she
returned his kisses with an almost equal passion.   She held him in her arms and seared him with
kisses of her own.   She felt the fever
too.   And she plummeted him.
    And
then neither could wait another second.   They had let it go on too long.   His dick rubbed against her vagina one time too many.   Her vagina felt his thick shaft moving over
her one second too long.   And now it was
too late.   Their feelings were too
heightened.   Their weakness for each
other’s sex had become too engrained.  
    He
wanted to put it in.   Raw as raw could
get.
    And
she wanted to let him.   
    But
he couldn’t.
    And
she wouldn’t.
    He
reached for the condom he had placed on her nightstand, put it on that big dick
she was craving, and looked her dead in the eyes when he slowly, for the very
first time, put it deep inside of her.  
    “Aaaah,”
he said in a long, drawn-out exhale as his penis connected with her pussy for
the very first time.   And it became all
about the movement.   He moved deep into
her, and slid back out.   He tapped his
dick on her clit again, and then slid it back in.   Over and over.   Until he was going in and coming partially
out.   It was all in the movement.   He laid back down on top of her and pulled
her, once again, into his arms.
    “You’re
so sweet,” he said as he fucked her.   Her
passageway was so tight, and so filled with friction, that he felt as if he was
expanding with every inch of her vagina that he conquered.   He knew she would be tight.   He knew she was no sex maven.   But he never dreamed she’d be this tight, and
this sweet, and this irresistibly sensual.  
    He
thrashed his cock into her cunt for a long, wonderful experience.   At one point he laid on his back, and put her
on top, and she rode him, with his hands squeezing her bouncing breasts as she
rode.   He squeezed her so hard that she
screamed in pleasant pain.   She never
felt this elated before.
    At
another point she was on her side, and he was behind her, with his hand holding
up one of her legs as he got just the right angle to continue thrashing
her.   And he kept