like it is connected straight to my pussy, which is itching with arousal.
“Oh, fuck Jo, you are good,” he groans again and twisting some hair around his fingers he pushes my head forward faster and faster, fucking my mouth with determination, straining his every muscle. “Touch yourself Jo,” he says and it’s all I need to hear, for I feel I can burst with the tightness in my drenched pussy.
I dip a hand inside my panties and start massaging my painfully swollen clit slowly in circles. I can’t go any faster or I’ll come right then and there.
“Not like that, Jo,” he rasps, “I want to see you.”
Without taking my lips off his dick, I wiggle my panties down and pull up my dress, tucking it under my bra, so I am bare for him now. He can see all of me, all of my naked desire pulsing in front of him.
I dive forward again, sucking and licking and slurping on his cock, while rubbing myself vigorously in unison. I can feel him grow even harder and tighter inside my mouth and I know he is close, which makes me frantic in my movements. I’ve lost control again and my hand is moving out of its own volition, fluttering over my clit, which feels ready to explode.
“Don’t come,” he groans, “Don’t you dare come, Jo!”
He suddenly pulls out of my mouth and lifts me up, his wet cock tracing a line down my bare stomach. He flips me over and pushes me onto the bed so my knees land on its edge and my hands on the soft mattress. His hand is between my shoulder blades and he presses me down until my breasts and my cheek sink into the bedsheets, while my ass remains perched up in the air right in front of him.
I hear myself whimpering with anticipation. I want it. I want all of him and I can scream if I don’t feel him inside me soon. He doesn’t make me wait too long. He grabs my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh, and forces himself inside me in one long, smooth thrust. His balls hit hard against my clit and I moan like I’ve completely lost touch with reality.
He doesn’t move for a while. His hard cock rests inside me and I feel it quiver with his blood pumping along its veins. I can’t take it any more.
“Fuck me, please,” I beg, “I can’t… Fuck me!”
He does and I almost black out from the intense sensation as he keeps slamming himself into me, working himself into a speed I can barely handle. I know I can’t keep myself from coming any longer, the way he rams his cock in my pussy and hits my clit every time as he does it. I finally let go and let out a long, hard scream that is out of my control as the orgasm shatters my whole body and leaves me squirming in wave after wave of ecstasy that I’ve never known before.
Even though I keep begging him to stop, he doesn’t and keeps fucking me harder and harder until his own release comes with a primal growl, an explosion of come washing my inside.
I come out of the luxurious bathroom to find Andrew fumbling with something in the tall dresser. When he sees me, he walks over to the bed. I have no strength to talk or even walk. I don’t know how I’m going to get downstairs. He sees me and immediately knows how I feel. I’ve managed to clean myself up and at least attempt to fix my hair. I’m hoping that everyone is so drunk downstairs that they won’t be fixating on the maid of honor’s hairstyle right now.
“Come over here,” Andrew says and lies down on the bed, propping himself up on the abundance of pillows lined against the headboard. I follow him and snuggle in the nook between his arm and chest, though it’s a terrible decision for my at least temporarily fixed hair. “Catch your breath,” he whispers and strokes my cheek with the back of his bent fingers.
Lying here with him, listening to my breath even out and my heart rate become fainter, feels like the most natural thing in the world. Only it’s not. Well, perhaps it would have been even worse if we’d actually been related, so it’s not like I’ve
“Oh, fuck Jo, you are good,” he groans again and twisting some hair around his fingers he pushes my head forward faster and faster, fucking my mouth with determination, straining his every muscle. “Touch yourself Jo,” he says and it’s all I need to hear, for I feel I can burst with the tightness in my drenched pussy.
I dip a hand inside my panties and start massaging my painfully swollen clit slowly in circles. I can’t go any faster or I’ll come right then and there.
“Not like that, Jo,” he rasps, “I want to see you.”
Without taking my lips off his dick, I wiggle my panties down and pull up my dress, tucking it under my bra, so I am bare for him now. He can see all of me, all of my naked desire pulsing in front of him.
I dive forward again, sucking and licking and slurping on his cock, while rubbing myself vigorously in unison. I can feel him grow even harder and tighter inside my mouth and I know he is close, which makes me frantic in my movements. I’ve lost control again and my hand is moving out of its own volition, fluttering over my clit, which feels ready to explode.
“Don’t come,” he groans, “Don’t you dare come, Jo!”
He suddenly pulls out of my mouth and lifts me up, his wet cock tracing a line down my bare stomach. He flips me over and pushes me onto the bed so my knees land on its edge and my hands on the soft mattress. His hand is between my shoulder blades and he presses me down until my breasts and my cheek sink into the bedsheets, while my ass remains perched up in the air right in front of him.
I hear myself whimpering with anticipation. I want it. I want all of him and I can scream if I don’t feel him inside me soon. He doesn’t make me wait too long. He grabs my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh, and forces himself inside me in one long, smooth thrust. His balls hit hard against my clit and I moan like I’ve completely lost touch with reality.
He doesn’t move for a while. His hard cock rests inside me and I feel it quiver with his blood pumping along its veins. I can’t take it any more.
“Fuck me, please,” I beg, “I can’t… Fuck me!”
He does and I almost black out from the intense sensation as he keeps slamming himself into me, working himself into a speed I can barely handle. I know I can’t keep myself from coming any longer, the way he rams his cock in my pussy and hits my clit every time as he does it. I finally let go and let out a long, hard scream that is out of my control as the orgasm shatters my whole body and leaves me squirming in wave after wave of ecstasy that I’ve never known before.
Even though I keep begging him to stop, he doesn’t and keeps fucking me harder and harder until his own release comes with a primal growl, an explosion of come washing my inside.
I come out of the luxurious bathroom to find Andrew fumbling with something in the tall dresser. When he sees me, he walks over to the bed. I have no strength to talk or even walk. I don’t know how I’m going to get downstairs. He sees me and immediately knows how I feel. I’ve managed to clean myself up and at least attempt to fix my hair. I’m hoping that everyone is so drunk downstairs that they won’t be fixating on the maid of honor’s hairstyle right now.
“Come over here,” Andrew says and lies down on the bed, propping himself up on the abundance of pillows lined against the headboard. I follow him and snuggle in the nook between his arm and chest, though it’s a terrible decision for my at least temporarily fixed hair. “Catch your breath,” he whispers and strokes my cheek with the back of his bent fingers.
Lying here with him, listening to my breath even out and my heart rate become fainter, feels like the most natural thing in the world. Only it’s not. Well, perhaps it would have been even worse if we’d actually been related, so it’s not like I’ve
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