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Authors: Gia Blue
Tags: Erótica, BDSM, pseudoincest, hardcore, Erotic Fiction, Older man younger woman, power exchange, explicit, rachel boleyn, daddy stories, losing virginity, deflower, smut, carl east, hard core, kelly haven, gia blue
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his hands to my knees, skims my legs and then grips my inner thighs and forces them further apart. “I’m not going to be gentle and loving.”
His attention flicks to my face and I figure he’s waiting for some sort of response. “I don’t want gentle, Mr. Walker. I want good. Amber and Jenny said you blew their minds. Now I want you to blow mine.”
He leans forward then, mouth open, and I figure he’s going to lick me. Fuck yeah. No guy has ever gone this far. I’m watching, wanting to catch every moment and commit it to memory.
Except, Mr. Walker doesn’t taste my pussy, no, he grabs one of the lips between his teeth and tugs, a sharp pain dancing through me. “What?”
He releases me a moment and then gives the other lip the same treatment. I jerk and shift, closer or farther away, I don’t know. It’s just... He does it again, biting me in different places, higher along my slit, then lower. Bite, bite, bite. But then, it blossoms into pleasure, this pain mingling with my arousal and now I’m rocking forward toward his mouth, aching for the next nip, the next contact. “Oh, fuck, Mr. Walker. Bite me. Give it to me.”
He pauses, thumbs skimming my outer lips for a moment before he separates them. “Pretty pink pussy. And all mine.”
This time, he licks me. From the top of my slit to my hole, his tongue dives between my heated flesh and strokes all of my nerve endings at once. He travels up and down, over and again, before centering on my clit. Fuck yeah. Even I know that the clit is where it’s at.
I lean back against the mirror and free up my hands to knot in his hair, the soft curls feel silky against my palm, but I’m more concerned about how the locks can be used to guide him. I fist his hair, rock my hips, press closer and tug on him.
Oh damn, he moans, buries his face further between my legs, tongue doing evil, wicked and wonderful things to my pussy. “Yes, oh God, yes Mr. Walker. Eat my pussy.” I remember now that Amber and Jenny said he liked dirty talk, too. Liked telling them how bad they were. And fuck if that isn’t one of the big things that has been a feature in all of my fantasies. “I’m such a bad girl, Mr. Walker. Lick your dirty slut.”
A whispered “oh, fuck” flitters up to me a moment before a thick finger is shoved into my cunt, spreading me just a little. It’s...oh, god...it’s strange and somehow feels good at the same time. It’s weird, but I don’t want it to stop. Never ever stop.
“Oh, that feels...” He wiggles his digit and my back bows, pleasure snagging away my control. “Mr. Walker!”
Because...because I can’t do anything right now. What he’s doing feels beyond good. My orgasm is really, really close, but it’s bigger than what I can normally give myself. It’s fucking huge. I snatch away one of my hands from his head and grab my boob, knead my breast and tug on my nipple, the sensation going straight to my clit.
He’s still lapping at the nub, circling round and round, while he works his finger in and out of my cunt. Gah, he’s fucking me. With his finger. Oh, fuck, he’s finger fucking my pussy.
“Fuck me, Mr. Walker. That feels so good. Don’t stop. Make me come.” I rock my hips in time with his thrusts, meet his movements, and then he shoves another finger in, filling me up even more. I squeak at the invasion, a pinch of pain accompanying his presence. “Oh, that kind of hurts.” He slows and I panic, worried that he’ll call a halt. “No! Don’t stop. Please, I want you to fuck me so hard, Mr. Walker.”
His eyes meet mine for a moment and then he picks up the pace, those fingers shoving in and out of my cunt, stroking that fun spot inside and his tongue is working over my clit like a mad man. Oh, fuck, it’s coming. I’m coming, whatever.
The tiny spasms that have been traveling through me are intensifying, growing with each passing second, taking over my muscles until I’m tense, toes curled, waiting...
I’m
His attention flicks to my face and I figure he’s waiting for some sort of response. “I don’t want gentle, Mr. Walker. I want good. Amber and Jenny said you blew their minds. Now I want you to blow mine.”
He leans forward then, mouth open, and I figure he’s going to lick me. Fuck yeah. No guy has ever gone this far. I’m watching, wanting to catch every moment and commit it to memory.
Except, Mr. Walker doesn’t taste my pussy, no, he grabs one of the lips between his teeth and tugs, a sharp pain dancing through me. “What?”
He releases me a moment and then gives the other lip the same treatment. I jerk and shift, closer or farther away, I don’t know. It’s just... He does it again, biting me in different places, higher along my slit, then lower. Bite, bite, bite. But then, it blossoms into pleasure, this pain mingling with my arousal and now I’m rocking forward toward his mouth, aching for the next nip, the next contact. “Oh, fuck, Mr. Walker. Bite me. Give it to me.”
He pauses, thumbs skimming my outer lips for a moment before he separates them. “Pretty pink pussy. And all mine.”
This time, he licks me. From the top of my slit to my hole, his tongue dives between my heated flesh and strokes all of my nerve endings at once. He travels up and down, over and again, before centering on my clit. Fuck yeah. Even I know that the clit is where it’s at.
I lean back against the mirror and free up my hands to knot in his hair, the soft curls feel silky against my palm, but I’m more concerned about how the locks can be used to guide him. I fist his hair, rock my hips, press closer and tug on him.
Oh damn, he moans, buries his face further between my legs, tongue doing evil, wicked and wonderful things to my pussy. “Yes, oh God, yes Mr. Walker. Eat my pussy.” I remember now that Amber and Jenny said he liked dirty talk, too. Liked telling them how bad they were. And fuck if that isn’t one of the big things that has been a feature in all of my fantasies. “I’m such a bad girl, Mr. Walker. Lick your dirty slut.”
A whispered “oh, fuck” flitters up to me a moment before a thick finger is shoved into my cunt, spreading me just a little. It’s...oh, god...it’s strange and somehow feels good at the same time. It’s weird, but I don’t want it to stop. Never ever stop.
“Oh, that feels...” He wiggles his digit and my back bows, pleasure snagging away my control. “Mr. Walker!”
Because...because I can’t do anything right now. What he’s doing feels beyond good. My orgasm is really, really close, but it’s bigger than what I can normally give myself. It’s fucking huge. I snatch away one of my hands from his head and grab my boob, knead my breast and tug on my nipple, the sensation going straight to my clit.
He’s still lapping at the nub, circling round and round, while he works his finger in and out of my cunt. Gah, he’s fucking me. With his finger. Oh, fuck, he’s finger fucking my pussy.
“Fuck me, Mr. Walker. That feels so good. Don’t stop. Make me come.” I rock my hips in time with his thrusts, meet his movements, and then he shoves another finger in, filling me up even more. I squeak at the invasion, a pinch of pain accompanying his presence. “Oh, that kind of hurts.” He slows and I panic, worried that he’ll call a halt. “No! Don’t stop. Please, I want you to fuck me so hard, Mr. Walker.”
His eyes meet mine for a moment and then he picks up the pace, those fingers shoving in and out of my cunt, stroking that fun spot inside and his tongue is working over my clit like a mad man. Oh, fuck, it’s coming. I’m coming, whatever.
The tiny spasms that have been traveling through me are intensifying, growing with each passing second, taking over my muscles until I’m tense, toes curled, waiting...
I’m
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