his head down to lick me. I moaned and
spread my legs open, dying for him. “I’ll never get enough of
you.” With his strong hands he lifted me to his mouth and licked me
full and long. He groaned as he did it as if he’d never tasted
anything so sweet. He spread my juices along my sex, flicked at my
clit with his tongue, then plunged into me deep. I moaned and pressed
against him, wanting more.
I began to move against
his face, pushing my pussy into him, growing needier, hungrier. I
whined as he ate me, so close so fast. He groaned in primal
satisfaction, digging his large fingers into my ass as he ground his
face into my sex.
I needed to come. I’d
been so horny the past few days, so turned on but untouched. I fisted
my hands in his hair and shoved my sex into his face, needing,
demanding. He groaned into me and I threw my head back at the
vibrations, starting to pant and moan as he worked me in a faster
rhythm, licking and sucking and tongue-fucking my pussy. My need
about to spill over into orgasm, I quivered and tensed. He sensed it,
always so in tune with my every response. Exactly when I felt like
I’d scream if I didn’t come, he bit down on my clit and sucked,
hard. I shuddered and bucked under him, screaming out his name as the
waves crashed over me, engulfing me in intense pleasure over and over
again.
Rosy and pink, I
drifted back to reality, slowly lowering my body into the hot tub. He
sat next to me on a shallow step, watching my every move, looking
like a lion satisfied with his meal. I rose up and circled my arms
around his neck, smiling and feeling slightly mischievous.
“That was good,
Declan,” I purred. I could feel his cock still hard as a rock
against my thigh. But still he sat back, not driving into me, not
taking me the way I needed.
“Anything for you,
Kara.”
“Anything?” I
asked, breathy, deep in my throat. I brought my hands up to his
shoulders, my palms tracing the outlines of his muscles, caressing
his pecs and circling his nipples. His eyes closed and I could feel
his breathing pick up, become more labored. My hands roamed his body,
traveling down the planes of his abdomen. He groaned as I found his
cock, hard, pressing up, needy, thick and ready.
“Oh,” I moaned in
appreciation, clasping my hands around his length. “Declan, you
feel so good.”
He groaned again and
swore, still with his eyes closed, still with his hands by his sides.
Still holding back. “I don’t want to hurt you, Kara,” he choked
out. It was difficult for him to talk while I stroked his full,
impressive length, feeling him grow even longer in my hands. “Give
you time,” he managed.
“But I don’t want
time,” I whispered to him, leaning forward and brushing my breasts
to his chest. “I want you.” My hands kept working, running the
length of his prick, circling his tip, slowly traveling the length
down to cup his balls, then circle his shaft. “I need this,” I
whispered in his ear. “I need your cock.”
A deeper, more tortured
groan escaped his lips. “Yeah?” Elaborate words eluded him. Good.
“I do,” I
continued, breathy with my own desire. “I need you inside me,” I
continued, parting my thighs and placing one on either side of his
own. “I need your huge cock up inside me. I need to ride you,
Declan.”
“Uh, yes!” he
moaned, opening his eyes and bringing his hands to my hips. I knew he
was about to drive me down hard on his cock. But I brought my hands
to his and stilled them.
“I’m in control,”
I whispered wickedly in his ear. He groaned again as I brought my
hands to his shoulders, pushing him against the side of the hot tub.
“I’m in charge this time,” I said, bringing a tongue down to
circle his ear.
He placed his hands
down on either side of his thighs and watched me, rapt. I grasped the
muscle of his large shoulders and looked deep into his eyes as I
positioned myself over him. His thighs were so large and muscular, I
had to stretch my thighs
spread my legs open, dying for him. “I’ll never get enough of
you.” With his strong hands he lifted me to his mouth and licked me
full and long. He groaned as he did it as if he’d never tasted
anything so sweet. He spread my juices along my sex, flicked at my
clit with his tongue, then plunged into me deep. I moaned and pressed
against him, wanting more.
I began to move against
his face, pushing my pussy into him, growing needier, hungrier. I
whined as he ate me, so close so fast. He groaned in primal
satisfaction, digging his large fingers into my ass as he ground his
face into my sex.
I needed to come. I’d
been so horny the past few days, so turned on but untouched. I fisted
my hands in his hair and shoved my sex into his face, needing,
demanding. He groaned into me and I threw my head back at the
vibrations, starting to pant and moan as he worked me in a faster
rhythm, licking and sucking and tongue-fucking my pussy. My need
about to spill over into orgasm, I quivered and tensed. He sensed it,
always so in tune with my every response. Exactly when I felt like
I’d scream if I didn’t come, he bit down on my clit and sucked,
hard. I shuddered and bucked under him, screaming out his name as the
waves crashed over me, engulfing me in intense pleasure over and over
again.
Rosy and pink, I
drifted back to reality, slowly lowering my body into the hot tub. He
sat next to me on a shallow step, watching my every move, looking
like a lion satisfied with his meal. I rose up and circled my arms
around his neck, smiling and feeling slightly mischievous.
“That was good,
Declan,” I purred. I could feel his cock still hard as a rock
against my thigh. But still he sat back, not driving into me, not
taking me the way I needed.
“Anything for you,
Kara.”
“Anything?” I
asked, breathy, deep in my throat. I brought my hands up to his
shoulders, my palms tracing the outlines of his muscles, caressing
his pecs and circling his nipples. His eyes closed and I could feel
his breathing pick up, become more labored. My hands roamed his body,
traveling down the planes of his abdomen. He groaned as I found his
cock, hard, pressing up, needy, thick and ready.
“Oh,” I moaned in
appreciation, clasping my hands around his length. “Declan, you
feel so good.”
He groaned again and
swore, still with his eyes closed, still with his hands by his sides.
Still holding back. “I don’t want to hurt you, Kara,” he choked
out. It was difficult for him to talk while I stroked his full,
impressive length, feeling him grow even longer in my hands. “Give
you time,” he managed.
“But I don’t want
time,” I whispered to him, leaning forward and brushing my breasts
to his chest. “I want you.” My hands kept working, running the
length of his prick, circling his tip, slowly traveling the length
down to cup his balls, then circle his shaft. “I need this,” I
whispered in his ear. “I need your cock.”
A deeper, more tortured
groan escaped his lips. “Yeah?” Elaborate words eluded him. Good.
“I do,” I
continued, breathy with my own desire. “I need you inside me,” I
continued, parting my thighs and placing one on either side of his
own. “I need your huge cock up inside me. I need to ride you,
Declan.”
“Uh, yes!” he
moaned, opening his eyes and bringing his hands to my hips. I knew he
was about to drive me down hard on his cock. But I brought my hands
to his and stilled them.
“I’m in control,”
I whispered wickedly in his ear. He groaned again as I brought my
hands to his shoulders, pushing him against the side of the hot tub.
“I’m in charge this time,” I said, bringing a tongue down to
circle his ear.
He placed his hands
down on either side of his thighs and watched me, rapt. I grasped the
muscle of his large shoulders and looked deep into his eyes as I
positioned myself over him. His thighs were so large and muscular, I
had to stretch my thighs
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