knees and spread my legs wide, baring my pussy as open as possible. He folded my legs up nearer my body and I grunted as the position jolted air from my lungs.
The thick, smooth head of his cock settled at my entrance and he pushed in an inch, studying his penetration with a heavy, lust-filled gaze.
My back curled forward and I wrapped my hands around his concrete forearms. Just an inch stretched me so damn much. Breath held, I stared at his dense shaft disappearing into my damp, black curls and my shiny pink folds.
“Ah, you’re such a tight fit,” he murmured.
“More,” I gasped.
His hips jerked and he gave me another inch, the hard, round head of his cock reaching my G-spot. Involuntarily I contracted around him and it created a stronger, deeper contact and my pussy fluttered with appreciation.
“Oh baby, that kind of thing is just going to sap my stamina,” he moaned, gliding in farther. He didn’t stop this time and his hips pressed forward until his pubic hair meshed with mine.
I blew out a breath, the intense filling his big cock gave me was only just this side of pleasure. It was wicked. I craved it.
He withdrew so just the tip hovered at my entrance and forged back in, harder, faster, his balls hit against my spread buttocks. I released his arms and grabbed hold of the bars on the headboard, flung my head back to the pillow and shut my eyes as he set up a steady rhythm, repeating the action over and over. “Yes…yes.” I gasped with each thrust, pushing down to meet him. Edgy pleasure had quickly become the brink of ecstasy.
“I want you to come again,” he said.
I stared up at him. Beads of perspiration had formed on his forehead. There was a flush of color on his cheeks. “I will,” I panted, my clit already rubbing wonderfully against his pubic bone and building the pressure.
“Not soon enough,” he ground out through gritted teeth.
“So let me…ride you,” I managed between his thrusts.
Suddenly I was on top, my hands flat over his pecs and my knees folded at his hips.
“Ride,” he groaned, digging his fingers into my thighs and clenching his jaw. “Ride me, wild thing.”
I sat bolt upright and delighted in the new depth this position gave to his penetration. He was so high inside me, stretching me every way. The feeling was so erotic and primitive, I was impaled, possessed. I couldn’t get enough.
Flickering shut my eyes, I began to move, just a little, gyrating my hips and letting my clit catch white-hot sparks of pleasure created from its connection with his hard, hairy body.
“Oh Jesus, every move you make takes me nearer to losing it,” he moaned.
In response, I clamped my pussy around his shaft.
“Fucking hell,” he shouted, shooting upward and encasing me in his arms. His mouth claimed mine as our chests collided, his tongue darting in, urgent and desperate.
Kissing him back, I reached for the first tug of my climax. He took over our movements, his hips pounding up as he held me tight and exactly where he wanted me.
I held his face, my palms against his cheeks, feeling them hollow as his frantic kisses deepened. His hands spread over my back, one tangling in my hair, cradling my skull, the other sweeping down to my butt.
I was climbing up. The point of no return had passed, my orgasm was inevitable. I couldn’t concentrate on our kiss and my mouth went slack, my spine went weak. I was suspended in that wonderful moment where it can’t feel any better, in the knowledge that a fantastic climax was just about to ravish my pussy. As I hung waiting for release, his finger tickled over my anus. I jerked away slightly but he fingered it again, increasing the pressure right at the center.
“Come,” he growled hotly. “Come now.”
The stern command sent me over the edge and as my first, powerful pulsation gripped me, he pushed into my tightly clenched hole.
“Oh god,” I screamed as my entire body became boneless in his arms. Waves of satisfaction
The thick, smooth head of his cock settled at my entrance and he pushed in an inch, studying his penetration with a heavy, lust-filled gaze.
My back curled forward and I wrapped my hands around his concrete forearms. Just an inch stretched me so damn much. Breath held, I stared at his dense shaft disappearing into my damp, black curls and my shiny pink folds.
“Ah, you’re such a tight fit,” he murmured.
“More,” I gasped.
His hips jerked and he gave me another inch, the hard, round head of his cock reaching my G-spot. Involuntarily I contracted around him and it created a stronger, deeper contact and my pussy fluttered with appreciation.
“Oh baby, that kind of thing is just going to sap my stamina,” he moaned, gliding in farther. He didn’t stop this time and his hips pressed forward until his pubic hair meshed with mine.
I blew out a breath, the intense filling his big cock gave me was only just this side of pleasure. It was wicked. I craved it.
He withdrew so just the tip hovered at my entrance and forged back in, harder, faster, his balls hit against my spread buttocks. I released his arms and grabbed hold of the bars on the headboard, flung my head back to the pillow and shut my eyes as he set up a steady rhythm, repeating the action over and over. “Yes…yes.” I gasped with each thrust, pushing down to meet him. Edgy pleasure had quickly become the brink of ecstasy.
“I want you to come again,” he said.
I stared up at him. Beads of perspiration had formed on his forehead. There was a flush of color on his cheeks. “I will,” I panted, my clit already rubbing wonderfully against his pubic bone and building the pressure.
“Not soon enough,” he ground out through gritted teeth.
“So let me…ride you,” I managed between his thrusts.
Suddenly I was on top, my hands flat over his pecs and my knees folded at his hips.
“Ride,” he groaned, digging his fingers into my thighs and clenching his jaw. “Ride me, wild thing.”
I sat bolt upright and delighted in the new depth this position gave to his penetration. He was so high inside me, stretching me every way. The feeling was so erotic and primitive, I was impaled, possessed. I couldn’t get enough.
Flickering shut my eyes, I began to move, just a little, gyrating my hips and letting my clit catch white-hot sparks of pleasure created from its connection with his hard, hairy body.
“Oh Jesus, every move you make takes me nearer to losing it,” he moaned.
In response, I clamped my pussy around his shaft.
“Fucking hell,” he shouted, shooting upward and encasing me in his arms. His mouth claimed mine as our chests collided, his tongue darting in, urgent and desperate.
Kissing him back, I reached for the first tug of my climax. He took over our movements, his hips pounding up as he held me tight and exactly where he wanted me.
I held his face, my palms against his cheeks, feeling them hollow as his frantic kisses deepened. His hands spread over my back, one tangling in my hair, cradling my skull, the other sweeping down to my butt.
I was climbing up. The point of no return had passed, my orgasm was inevitable. I couldn’t concentrate on our kiss and my mouth went slack, my spine went weak. I was suspended in that wonderful moment where it can’t feel any better, in the knowledge that a fantastic climax was just about to ravish my pussy. As I hung waiting for release, his finger tickled over my anus. I jerked away slightly but he fingered it again, increasing the pressure right at the center.
“Come,” he growled hotly. “Come now.”
The stern command sent me over the edge and as my first, powerful pulsation gripped me, he pushed into my tightly clenched hole.
“Oh god,” I screamed as my entire body became boneless in his arms. Waves of satisfaction
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