against the sides.
“Rush,” she panted, fear coating her voice.
I ignored her and hammered into her again and again, ruthlessly tearing into her. The sound of fucking her, that wet slapping noise, that is something that granted me satisfaction like nothing else. The smell, the taste, the sound of sex with her was like an addiction to me. This is what I had needed.
Her legs buckled and I steadied her. “Oh, no. Not yet.” I pressed my mouth over hers, my tongue fighting with hers for a brief moment. I licked over her full lips, then said, “I’m going to fuck you so hard, we may very well fall to our deaths. And I’m not going to stop until you can’t stand.”
Her eyes rolled back into her head and her lashes fluttered before her lids finally fell shut.
I braced her with my arm and dipped her, hastily forcing her to the floor. I shook the legs of my pants down further and started to make my way between her spread legs but stopped myself. I had to taste her. I needed to remember what she tasted like.
My lips fell to her collarbone and my mouth snaked its way down between her breasts, down the middle of her stomach, and right on down between her legs. My entire mouth swallowed her, consuming her as I sucked on her, as I fucked her with my thick tongue. She was wet and messy and I loved it. I loved that she was losing her shit over what I could do to her. Her thighs kept clamping around my face and shaking, and I kept forcing them open wider. The way she tasted made my dick heavy and hard as hell.
Her hands slapped over the floor, her nails scratching against it like a chalkboard as she moaned and panted my name along with a few “Oh, God’s.”
I rose to my knees and leaned over her, my face dripping with her. I didn’t bother wiping it from my face. I just pressed my lips over hers, dipping my tongue into her mouth to transfer the taste of what I’d just devoured to her. My wet chin slid against hers and her tongue darted out to lap some more of her from my face.
Her hands tugged my hair and I forced my dick back into that tight, hungry, swollen little pussy of hers, ripping her just enough to make her know I meant business. “Fucking assholes aren’t as tight as your pussy,” I groaned.
Her knees fell to the side in an effort to grant me better access. She was so damn wet—I had never felt a girl so slippery before. With each thrust, her hips met mine, grinding up and against me in a completely uninhibited way.
The momentum from me riding her had the elevator swinging, now crashing violently against the walls of the shaft. Each time I slammed back into her, there was a delay of one second before we banged against the concrete walls and jarred a little.
Everything gathered in my stomach, and I could feel the pressure filling my dick, making it swell to the point of splitting open. All of the energy drained from me, starting with my fingertips, then my arms. And for a second I was afraid she wasn’t going to get off.
I jerked her hips up, angling myself deeper in her. The feeling of that hard ball ran over the head of my dick and then I felt her clench around me, making her so tight I didn’t think I could pull myself from her if I wanted.
Her palms smacked the floor and her head jerked back. Her mouth hung open as she let out a deep scream of release, her back violently arching as she tensed around me again.
My chest tightened and my arms went rigid, locking in place as everything that had pent up was released. Weakness crashed over me and I collapsed on top of her. Sweat was running down my face. My arms and chest were covered in it. It was trickling down my stomach, between my thighs.
“Oh, fuck!” Jules panted, still lying completely undone on the floor, pants around her ankles and her panties completely soaked from where I had only pushed them to the side.
I had wanted her so badly. I couldn’t be bothered for another second with removing them.
I rose and leaned against the wall to
“Rush,” she panted, fear coating her voice.
I ignored her and hammered into her again and again, ruthlessly tearing into her. The sound of fucking her, that wet slapping noise, that is something that granted me satisfaction like nothing else. The smell, the taste, the sound of sex with her was like an addiction to me. This is what I had needed.
Her legs buckled and I steadied her. “Oh, no. Not yet.” I pressed my mouth over hers, my tongue fighting with hers for a brief moment. I licked over her full lips, then said, “I’m going to fuck you so hard, we may very well fall to our deaths. And I’m not going to stop until you can’t stand.”
Her eyes rolled back into her head and her lashes fluttered before her lids finally fell shut.
I braced her with my arm and dipped her, hastily forcing her to the floor. I shook the legs of my pants down further and started to make my way between her spread legs but stopped myself. I had to taste her. I needed to remember what she tasted like.
My lips fell to her collarbone and my mouth snaked its way down between her breasts, down the middle of her stomach, and right on down between her legs. My entire mouth swallowed her, consuming her as I sucked on her, as I fucked her with my thick tongue. She was wet and messy and I loved it. I loved that she was losing her shit over what I could do to her. Her thighs kept clamping around my face and shaking, and I kept forcing them open wider. The way she tasted made my dick heavy and hard as hell.
Her hands slapped over the floor, her nails scratching against it like a chalkboard as she moaned and panted my name along with a few “Oh, God’s.”
I rose to my knees and leaned over her, my face dripping with her. I didn’t bother wiping it from my face. I just pressed my lips over hers, dipping my tongue into her mouth to transfer the taste of what I’d just devoured to her. My wet chin slid against hers and her tongue darted out to lap some more of her from my face.
Her hands tugged my hair and I forced my dick back into that tight, hungry, swollen little pussy of hers, ripping her just enough to make her know I meant business. “Fucking assholes aren’t as tight as your pussy,” I groaned.
Her knees fell to the side in an effort to grant me better access. She was so damn wet—I had never felt a girl so slippery before. With each thrust, her hips met mine, grinding up and against me in a completely uninhibited way.
The momentum from me riding her had the elevator swinging, now crashing violently against the walls of the shaft. Each time I slammed back into her, there was a delay of one second before we banged against the concrete walls and jarred a little.
Everything gathered in my stomach, and I could feel the pressure filling my dick, making it swell to the point of splitting open. All of the energy drained from me, starting with my fingertips, then my arms. And for a second I was afraid she wasn’t going to get off.
I jerked her hips up, angling myself deeper in her. The feeling of that hard ball ran over the head of my dick and then I felt her clench around me, making her so tight I didn’t think I could pull myself from her if I wanted.
Her palms smacked the floor and her head jerked back. Her mouth hung open as she let out a deep scream of release, her back violently arching as she tensed around me again.
My chest tightened and my arms went rigid, locking in place as everything that had pent up was released. Weakness crashed over me and I collapsed on top of her. Sweat was running down my face. My arms and chest were covered in it. It was trickling down my stomach, between my thighs.
“Oh, fuck!” Jules panted, still lying completely undone on the floor, pants around her ankles and her panties completely soaked from where I had only pushed them to the side.
I had wanted her so badly. I couldn’t be bothered for another second with removing them.
I rose and leaned against the wall to
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