by little more than a scrap of silk.
Silk that a second later ripped beneath his
hands.
Excitement burst through her bloodstream,
anticipation electrified her flesh.
She stared down her body, watching as he
pushed her legs apart a second before he licked his lips and lowered his head.
The first firm, broad lick of his tongue
through the drenched slit of her pussy nearly threw her over the edge into
climax. She shuddered in the grip of pleasure, crying out hoarsely as she
lifted her hips, begging for that final stroke that would throw her over the
edge.
“Not yet.” His voice was raw, carnal lust.
“I’m going to taste you first, Marey. Every soft, slick, sweet inch of this
delectable pussy is mine now. And I promise you’ll never forget it.”
She screamed a second later as his tongue
plunged inside her. There were no gentle preliminaries, no warning. She was
empty, then she was filled, his tongue stroking inside her as his hands gripped
her buttocks and lifted her to his mouth.
He sucked at the juices that flowed from
her, hummed his approval of her taste and her response against her clit until
she was begging, screaming. She was dying in need of him.
“Please, Sax.” Her hands gripped the
comforter with desperate hands. “Please now. I can’t stand it any longer.”
He moaned against her flesh, his tongue
suddenly flaying her clit, lashing at it with devilish greed as the pleasure
grew and grew toward the explosion that would rip through her and destroy her
mind. Her eyes widened, her lips opened to scream but all that emerged was a
hoarse, brittle cry as her orgasm built, exploded through her with a force that
left her convulsing, her muscles locking in desperate sensation as he came over
her.
“You’re not finished yet, Marey.”
She felt the broad head of his cock press
against the tender opening of her pussy, and while the spasms of her climax
echoed through the clenching flesh, felt him begin to push inside her.
“Damn.” He grimaced almost painfully as she
arched, a throttled scream tearing from her throat as fiery pleasure-pain
assaulted the muscles of her pussy as he began to stretch them open. “You’re so
fucking tight, baby.”
She couldn’t stand it. She couldn’t survive
it. She felt every inch of his erection as it tunneled inside her, stretching
apart unused muscles, stroking nerve endings she didn’t know she possessed.
The previous climax wasn’t given time to
die away or to abate before he began building the next one. Marey stared up at
him, her eyes locked with his, bemusement whipping through her as she gasped,
tried to beg but could only cry out as he shifted against her and wedged
tighter and deeper inside her.
“You feel like wet silk. Hot, tight wet
silk.” His voice was a hoarse rumble as he breathed roughly above her, but his
words…his words had her pussy convulsing around him as more of her juices eased
his way.
Retreat, reenter. Retreat, reenter.
Pulsing, throbbing strokes opened her tender flesh as he thrust his cock inside
her. In and out, probing, deepening, wringing gasping screams from her throat
as each stroke drove her higher.
“Oh, baby,” he whispered as he lowered his
head, kissing her lips, her neck. “Do you know how good this feels? Your pussy
tightening around me, milking me like an erotic little mouth, sucking me in
even as it tries to force me out.”
His voice was so deep, so rough it was like
a physical caress, stroking over her, inside her.
She bucked against him, driving him deeper
as they both moaned in rapture.
“Hold on to me, sweetheart,” he whispered
at her ear then. “I’m going to take all of you now. Every. Sweet. Fucking.
Inch.”
She screamed as he drove inside her the
last few inches, filling her to the hilt with heat and hardness, with fiery
pleasure and the rasp of pain. One hand held her hip as the other lifted her
closer to his chest as he began to move.
This wasn’t fucking. She didn’t know what
it was, how
Silk that a second later ripped beneath his
hands.
Excitement burst through her bloodstream,
anticipation electrified her flesh.
She stared down her body, watching as he
pushed her legs apart a second before he licked his lips and lowered his head.
The first firm, broad lick of his tongue
through the drenched slit of her pussy nearly threw her over the edge into
climax. She shuddered in the grip of pleasure, crying out hoarsely as she
lifted her hips, begging for that final stroke that would throw her over the
edge.
“Not yet.” His voice was raw, carnal lust.
“I’m going to taste you first, Marey. Every soft, slick, sweet inch of this
delectable pussy is mine now. And I promise you’ll never forget it.”
She screamed a second later as his tongue
plunged inside her. There were no gentle preliminaries, no warning. She was
empty, then she was filled, his tongue stroking inside her as his hands gripped
her buttocks and lifted her to his mouth.
He sucked at the juices that flowed from
her, hummed his approval of her taste and her response against her clit until
she was begging, screaming. She was dying in need of him.
“Please, Sax.” Her hands gripped the
comforter with desperate hands. “Please now. I can’t stand it any longer.”
He moaned against her flesh, his tongue
suddenly flaying her clit, lashing at it with devilish greed as the pleasure
grew and grew toward the explosion that would rip through her and destroy her
mind. Her eyes widened, her lips opened to scream but all that emerged was a
hoarse, brittle cry as her orgasm built, exploded through her with a force that
left her convulsing, her muscles locking in desperate sensation as he came over
her.
“You’re not finished yet, Marey.”
She felt the broad head of his cock press
against the tender opening of her pussy, and while the spasms of her climax
echoed through the clenching flesh, felt him begin to push inside her.
“Damn.” He grimaced almost painfully as she
arched, a throttled scream tearing from her throat as fiery pleasure-pain
assaulted the muscles of her pussy as he began to stretch them open. “You’re so
fucking tight, baby.”
She couldn’t stand it. She couldn’t survive
it. She felt every inch of his erection as it tunneled inside her, stretching
apart unused muscles, stroking nerve endings she didn’t know she possessed.
The previous climax wasn’t given time to
die away or to abate before he began building the next one. Marey stared up at
him, her eyes locked with his, bemusement whipping through her as she gasped,
tried to beg but could only cry out as he shifted against her and wedged
tighter and deeper inside her.
“You feel like wet silk. Hot, tight wet
silk.” His voice was a hoarse rumble as he breathed roughly above her, but his
words…his words had her pussy convulsing around him as more of her juices eased
his way.
Retreat, reenter. Retreat, reenter.
Pulsing, throbbing strokes opened her tender flesh as he thrust his cock inside
her. In and out, probing, deepening, wringing gasping screams from her throat
as each stroke drove her higher.
“Oh, baby,” he whispered as he lowered his
head, kissing her lips, her neck. “Do you know how good this feels? Your pussy
tightening around me, milking me like an erotic little mouth, sucking me in
even as it tries to force me out.”
His voice was so deep, so rough it was like
a physical caress, stroking over her, inside her.
She bucked against him, driving him deeper
as they both moaned in rapture.
“Hold on to me, sweetheart,” he whispered
at her ear then. “I’m going to take all of you now. Every. Sweet. Fucking.
Inch.”
She screamed as he drove inside her the
last few inches, filling her to the hilt with heat and hardness, with fiery
pleasure and the rasp of pain. One hand held her hip as the other lifted her
closer to his chest as he began to move.
This wasn’t fucking. She didn’t know what
it was, how
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