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direction we were meant to go? And where was that? Did it matter? Not now it didn’t. What mattered now to me was having him, allowing him to take me. That’s what I wanted in that moment. It’s all I could see.
I whispered in his ear, “Fuck me, baby, fuck me hard.”
He took a deep breath but ignored my request. Fine. I’d get him started. I got down on my knees and tugged at his zipper, wanting to free that big, hard cock. It was in there and it was already ready for me. Why couldn’t he just let it do what it wanted? He put too much into this, too much thought, too much worry, too much rumination.
I released his cock from captivity and took it in my hands, rising up on my knees to lick the tip just slightly before putting it into my mouth. That got him going. I knew he wouldn’t be able to resist. What man could? In two seconds, he had me lifted up by the arms and thrown against the wall with my back to him. Oh, so this was how it was going to be? A little rough, a little dirty. A little like the way I loved it.
He pushed my legs open and ran his hands up my ass, enjoying its firmness before sliding his hands down my back and into my panties and squeezing it. Ahh , yeah, that felt soooooo fucking good! He bent down and began to eat at my neck as he played with my ass, running his hands up and down sideways before sliding one forward and holding it still on my pussy. Now I could grind, now I could find my groove and get off.
Not so quick. He wasn’t going to let me have it that easily. He pushed me against the wall even more and then began to undress me from the waist down. My shorts came off, then my panties. I was half-naked and that felt good. His hand went between my legs, fingering me for a long few seconds before he moved away and bent down behind me. He opened my legs even further so he could stick his head right on me.
“Oh, fuck, yes!” I moaned as he began to eat me, devour me, take me with his mouth. Soon, I was grinding against his face, getting everything I could out of it as he sucked at me like I’d just sucked at him. In no time, I was moaning loudly, with passion, and I came with a shudder.
Keeping me against the wall, he kissed his way up my back, then slid his hard cock between my legs. I tiptoed and he stuck it in, all the way in, and then started fucking me, slowly at first until he got some good traction and then with more fervor, harder and harder until I was about to explode once more with orgasm. I placed my hand on my clit and rode it as he rode me, as his mouth sucked at the soft flesh just below my earlobe. It was too much; it felt too good but I couldn’t get enough. I was coming and coming so hard I almost fell down. He was close behind, fucking me with everything he had and giving me the best of him. He shotinside of me and then fell onto my back, breathing hard. We stayed like that for a few minutes, until we both caught our breaths.
I turned around, sliding my arms around his neck and kissing him softly, running my tongue across his full lips until he opened his mouth and kissed me back, softly. I moaned, pulled away a little and said, “Aren’t you glad I stayed?”
He couldn’t help himself. He started to smile, then he cracked up. “Yeah, you could say that.”
Thought so.
* * * * *
Oh, so many good things to say about Cash. He was good looking; he was the best lover I’d ever had. He was smart and business-minded. He had a wicked sense of humor and cracked me up almost hourly. He had money. He had style. He had a killer black sports car and a to-die-for condo. There was only one caveat; he was a stripper. A male stripper. Well, I guess that much was obvious. But the thing was he didn’t have any of the sleaziness sometimes associated with that job. He, in fact, had a lot to offer, if only I was on board to take it.
However, I was coming off a bad breakup. Actually, it had happened a year earlier but I had a hard time letting go. My ex told me one
I whispered in his ear, “Fuck me, baby, fuck me hard.”
He took a deep breath but ignored my request. Fine. I’d get him started. I got down on my knees and tugged at his zipper, wanting to free that big, hard cock. It was in there and it was already ready for me. Why couldn’t he just let it do what it wanted? He put too much into this, too much thought, too much worry, too much rumination.
I released his cock from captivity and took it in my hands, rising up on my knees to lick the tip just slightly before putting it into my mouth. That got him going. I knew he wouldn’t be able to resist. What man could? In two seconds, he had me lifted up by the arms and thrown against the wall with my back to him. Oh, so this was how it was going to be? A little rough, a little dirty. A little like the way I loved it.
He pushed my legs open and ran his hands up my ass, enjoying its firmness before sliding his hands down my back and into my panties and squeezing it. Ahh , yeah, that felt soooooo fucking good! He bent down and began to eat at my neck as he played with my ass, running his hands up and down sideways before sliding one forward and holding it still on my pussy. Now I could grind, now I could find my groove and get off.
Not so quick. He wasn’t going to let me have it that easily. He pushed me against the wall even more and then began to undress me from the waist down. My shorts came off, then my panties. I was half-naked and that felt good. His hand went between my legs, fingering me for a long few seconds before he moved away and bent down behind me. He opened my legs even further so he could stick his head right on me.
“Oh, fuck, yes!” I moaned as he began to eat me, devour me, take me with his mouth. Soon, I was grinding against his face, getting everything I could out of it as he sucked at me like I’d just sucked at him. In no time, I was moaning loudly, with passion, and I came with a shudder.
Keeping me against the wall, he kissed his way up my back, then slid his hard cock between my legs. I tiptoed and he stuck it in, all the way in, and then started fucking me, slowly at first until he got some good traction and then with more fervor, harder and harder until I was about to explode once more with orgasm. I placed my hand on my clit and rode it as he rode me, as his mouth sucked at the soft flesh just below my earlobe. It was too much; it felt too good but I couldn’t get enough. I was coming and coming so hard I almost fell down. He was close behind, fucking me with everything he had and giving me the best of him. He shotinside of me and then fell onto my back, breathing hard. We stayed like that for a few minutes, until we both caught our breaths.
I turned around, sliding my arms around his neck and kissing him softly, running my tongue across his full lips until he opened his mouth and kissed me back, softly. I moaned, pulled away a little and said, “Aren’t you glad I stayed?”
He couldn’t help himself. He started to smile, then he cracked up. “Yeah, you could say that.”
Thought so.
* * * * *
Oh, so many good things to say about Cash. He was good looking; he was the best lover I’d ever had. He was smart and business-minded. He had a wicked sense of humor and cracked me up almost hourly. He had money. He had style. He had a killer black sports car and a to-die-for condo. There was only one caveat; he was a stripper. A male stripper. Well, I guess that much was obvious. But the thing was he didn’t have any of the sleaziness sometimes associated with that job. He, in fact, had a lot to offer, if only I was on board to take it.
However, I was coming off a bad breakup. Actually, it had happened a year earlier but I had a hard time letting go. My ex told me one
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