world. The pastel colors were entirely feminine without a
speck of dark in place. There was no clutter, and every single item had its own
space. He liked the place. It was like Cheryl.
Moving to her side, he turned her around so her back
was to him. He tugged the latch of her zipper down. The red lingerie he’d
bought came into view. Pushing the dress off her shoulders, he turned her back
to face him.
Admiring the underwear, he tugged the white shirt from
his body. His ink stood out compared to her. Cheryl didn’t possess a single
mark on her perfect body. To some men she might be a little too big, but to
Butch, she was perfect, rounded in all the right places. He loved her rounded
stomach and thick thighs. Many times he’d find himself imagining her wrapped
around him as he fucked her hard, slamming his dick inside her. Butch couldn’t
wait to get lost between her thighs. Her pussy would be so fucking sweet.
With his hand on her hip, he drew her close, slamming
his lips down on hers. “Fuck, baby, you’re going to drive me insane.”
She melted against him.
He looked down to see her tugging on the belt keeping
his jeans up.
In quick movements she had him naked. His thick cock
stood out, pulsing with need. Butch stripped her bra and panties from her body
and pushed her to the bed. She fell down, crying out. He landed between her
thighs, keeping her in place with his body. Taking her hands, he pressed them
to the bed beside her head. Leaning down, he claimed a kiss, sliding his tongue
deep inside her mouth.
“Butch?” she asked, gasping.
“I know, baby. Take it. I’m going to make you feel so
good.” He was nowhere near done making her feel so fucking good.
Kissing down her neck, he licked at the pulse pounding
on the side of her neck. She cried out, arching up against him. There was
nowhere else for her to go as he kept her contained to the bed with his hand
holding her in place. Down he moved, taking one of her tight nipples into his
mouth. He bit down on the bud, sucking on the tip.
She screamed, thrashing beneath him. Releasing her
hands, he cupped her hips and pressed his cock between the lips of her sex.
“Butch, you need a condom.”
He shook his head. “I’m not going inside your cunt.
Trust me.”
Cheryl didn’t push him away, and he took his time to
slide between her slick folds. Her cream combined with his pre-cum was all the
lubrication they needed. Staring into her eyes, Butch knew he was in trouble.
He didn’t give a shit about who had her before him. As far as he was concerned,
he’d be the last man to take her.
He wanted to taste her. Moving between each breast, he
kissed down her stomach, taking his time and relishing the feel of her
quivering against him. Resting his shoulders between her smooth thighs, she
stared at her creamy cunt on display. She had a small smattering of hair. He
didn’t mind his woman actually looking like a woman.
“Butch, what are you doing?”
“I’m taking what’s mine.” He opened her pussy staring
at the entrance to her cunt and the swollen bud of her clit. His mouth watered,
and she smelled so fucking good. She made him ache for more.
“I don’t think—”
He silenced her by sliding his tongue over her clit.
Nibbling down on her bud, he gave enough pressure to be on the verge of pain
only to pull back when it was too much.
“Fuck,” she said.
Hearing her curse was a huge turn on to him.
Gliding down, he pushed his tongue deep into her
pussy. With his tongue alone he felt how tight she actually was. She gripped
him so tightly.
Her hands fisted the bed. Out of the corner of his eye
he saw the little fists she made as drove her crazy with his tongue. Butch
tongued her clit, sucking the bud, then slid down to
fuck her.
Over and over he repeated the same movements drawing
her pleasure out of her, making it last longer.
“Please, stop torturing me.”
Chuckling, he didn’t let up giving her what she
needed. He tongue-fucked her pussy
speck of dark in place. There was no clutter, and every single item had its own
space. He liked the place. It was like Cheryl.
Moving to her side, he turned her around so her back
was to him. He tugged the latch of her zipper down. The red lingerie he’d
bought came into view. Pushing the dress off her shoulders, he turned her back
to face him.
Admiring the underwear, he tugged the white shirt from
his body. His ink stood out compared to her. Cheryl didn’t possess a single
mark on her perfect body. To some men she might be a little too big, but to
Butch, she was perfect, rounded in all the right places. He loved her rounded
stomach and thick thighs. Many times he’d find himself imagining her wrapped
around him as he fucked her hard, slamming his dick inside her. Butch couldn’t
wait to get lost between her thighs. Her pussy would be so fucking sweet.
With his hand on her hip, he drew her close, slamming
his lips down on hers. “Fuck, baby, you’re going to drive me insane.”
She melted against him.
He looked down to see her tugging on the belt keeping
his jeans up.
In quick movements she had him naked. His thick cock
stood out, pulsing with need. Butch stripped her bra and panties from her body
and pushed her to the bed. She fell down, crying out. He landed between her
thighs, keeping her in place with his body. Taking her hands, he pressed them
to the bed beside her head. Leaning down, he claimed a kiss, sliding his tongue
deep inside her mouth.
“Butch?” she asked, gasping.
“I know, baby. Take it. I’m going to make you feel so
good.” He was nowhere near done making her feel so fucking good.
Kissing down her neck, he licked at the pulse pounding
on the side of her neck. She cried out, arching up against him. There was
nowhere else for her to go as he kept her contained to the bed with his hand
holding her in place. Down he moved, taking one of her tight nipples into his
mouth. He bit down on the bud, sucking on the tip.
She screamed, thrashing beneath him. Releasing her
hands, he cupped her hips and pressed his cock between the lips of her sex.
“Butch, you need a condom.”
He shook his head. “I’m not going inside your cunt.
Trust me.”
Cheryl didn’t push him away, and he took his time to
slide between her slick folds. Her cream combined with his pre-cum was all the
lubrication they needed. Staring into her eyes, Butch knew he was in trouble.
He didn’t give a shit about who had her before him. As far as he was concerned,
he’d be the last man to take her.
He wanted to taste her. Moving between each breast, he
kissed down her stomach, taking his time and relishing the feel of her
quivering against him. Resting his shoulders between her smooth thighs, she
stared at her creamy cunt on display. She had a small smattering of hair. He
didn’t mind his woman actually looking like a woman.
“Butch, what are you doing?”
“I’m taking what’s mine.” He opened her pussy staring
at the entrance to her cunt and the swollen bud of her clit. His mouth watered,
and she smelled so fucking good. She made him ache for more.
“I don’t think—”
He silenced her by sliding his tongue over her clit.
Nibbling down on her bud, he gave enough pressure to be on the verge of pain
only to pull back when it was too much.
“Fuck,” she said.
Hearing her curse was a huge turn on to him.
Gliding down, he pushed his tongue deep into her
pussy. With his tongue alone he felt how tight she actually was. She gripped
him so tightly.
Her hands fisted the bed. Out of the corner of his eye
he saw the little fists she made as drove her crazy with his tongue. Butch
tongued her clit, sucking the bud, then slid down to
fuck her.
Over and over he repeated the same movements drawing
her pleasure out of her, making it last longer.
“Please, stop torturing me.”
Chuckling, he didn’t let up giving her what she
needed. He tongue-fucked her pussy
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