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wrong. In one swift move, he drove two thick fingers into me, licked the sensitive underside of my clit, and I rocketed into my orgasm. The wild eruption of pleasure was excessive, but I still craved more.
He slowly lapped at my clit, sending steady waves of shocks pulsing through me. Then he stood up, pulled down his pants, and his cock jutted out. Though it had been in me before, I’d never actually seen him fully aroused. It was massive and thick. He had an upturned cock that pointed toward his abs. I watched as he stretched the condom over the plump crown and rolled it down.
He moved toward me. I started to pull back, but he caught my legs, pulled my ass back on the armrest, and spread my thighs. “Don’t. Fucking. Move.”
“Xander…” I whined. “You’re too…” He rubbed the tip across my slit. I moaned. “Too… big…” The last word came out as a screech as he pushed his cock into me, pulled back out, and pushed in farther. I tried to reach out and hold him off—slow him down—but I couldn’t reach. He stretched me, filled me to the hilt, leaving me choking on my words.
“And you ’re so fucking tight.” He gave me several short, slow thrusts before he lost hold of his restraint. He pounded me, his fingers digging into my waist, his muscles flexing with each aggressive lunge.
H is thrusts were deep and wild, building a frenzied need for release in me again. I rolled my hips into his thrusts, clutching the cushions for support. Took desperate breaths as my nipples pebbled into aching buds, my pussy throbbing for release.
“Pussy ’s so fucking hot.”
“I ’m gonna come,” I moaned.
He shook his head , gazing at me like a man possessed. “Take more.”
“Oh… Fuck… I can’t.”
“Take everything I give you and tell me how much you like it.”
I needed to come badly, or I needed something to center me, take me out of the moment, because I was going to tip over. “I like it.” He bumped against my clit and I jolted. “Oh God… I love it… I love your cock.”
I wanted to feel his skin pressed against mine, his breaths against my ear , but he kept his distance. We both knew if we added even the merest touch to our already magnified level of intimacy, this would become more than a simple fuck. His expression hardened. His fingers dug into my thigh as he rutted into me at an angle that caused the thick head of his cock to hit that bundle of nerves on each descent.
He knitted his brows, sweat-drenched muscles straining with the need to release, and he bit on his lip to keep from shouting. All the effort we were both making to hold back our emotions was a sign that this was like nothing we’d ever experienced.
“ Ohh fuck… coming…” He growled the words in between each thrust, reaching over and rolling his thumb over my clit. The extra stimulation was too much or just what I needed, because my muscles tightened and I came… hard . My pussy clenched as his cock pulsed. The vibrating muscles of our sexes feeding off each other in an orgasm that kept going and going in a series of tugs and pulls that drained all the want and need from our body.
When we finally looked at each other again, we wore the same dumbfounded expression with a tinge of fear, because the want and need didn’t really go away with that climax. It took root in my gut and grew at a rapid pace. It was the type of thing I’d crave, that would grow into some sort of obsession, infatuation, or worse… love .
I flinched as he pulled out, rolling off the condom , and tossing it into the nearby trash. He returned, pulling me up the couch and fitting himself next to me. He splayed his arm over my breasts, his hand in my hair. His thigh rested between my legs and his cock pressed against my hip. He’d coiled himself around me as his soft breaths implied he’d fall asleep soon. But before he did, he whispered the words that echoed in my head since we’d shared that orgasm. “We’re fucked.” Both
He slowly lapped at my clit, sending steady waves of shocks pulsing through me. Then he stood up, pulled down his pants, and his cock jutted out. Though it had been in me before, I’d never actually seen him fully aroused. It was massive and thick. He had an upturned cock that pointed toward his abs. I watched as he stretched the condom over the plump crown and rolled it down.
He moved toward me. I started to pull back, but he caught my legs, pulled my ass back on the armrest, and spread my thighs. “Don’t. Fucking. Move.”
“Xander…” I whined. “You’re too…” He rubbed the tip across my slit. I moaned. “Too… big…” The last word came out as a screech as he pushed his cock into me, pulled back out, and pushed in farther. I tried to reach out and hold him off—slow him down—but I couldn’t reach. He stretched me, filled me to the hilt, leaving me choking on my words.
“And you ’re so fucking tight.” He gave me several short, slow thrusts before he lost hold of his restraint. He pounded me, his fingers digging into my waist, his muscles flexing with each aggressive lunge.
H is thrusts were deep and wild, building a frenzied need for release in me again. I rolled my hips into his thrusts, clutching the cushions for support. Took desperate breaths as my nipples pebbled into aching buds, my pussy throbbing for release.
“Pussy ’s so fucking hot.”
“I ’m gonna come,” I moaned.
He shook his head , gazing at me like a man possessed. “Take more.”
“Oh… Fuck… I can’t.”
“Take everything I give you and tell me how much you like it.”
I needed to come badly, or I needed something to center me, take me out of the moment, because I was going to tip over. “I like it.” He bumped against my clit and I jolted. “Oh God… I love it… I love your cock.”
I wanted to feel his skin pressed against mine, his breaths against my ear , but he kept his distance. We both knew if we added even the merest touch to our already magnified level of intimacy, this would become more than a simple fuck. His expression hardened. His fingers dug into my thigh as he rutted into me at an angle that caused the thick head of his cock to hit that bundle of nerves on each descent.
He knitted his brows, sweat-drenched muscles straining with the need to release, and he bit on his lip to keep from shouting. All the effort we were both making to hold back our emotions was a sign that this was like nothing we’d ever experienced.
“ Ohh fuck… coming…” He growled the words in between each thrust, reaching over and rolling his thumb over my clit. The extra stimulation was too much or just what I needed, because my muscles tightened and I came… hard . My pussy clenched as his cock pulsed. The vibrating muscles of our sexes feeding off each other in an orgasm that kept going and going in a series of tugs and pulls that drained all the want and need from our body.
When we finally looked at each other again, we wore the same dumbfounded expression with a tinge of fear, because the want and need didn’t really go away with that climax. It took root in my gut and grew at a rapid pace. It was the type of thing I’d crave, that would grow into some sort of obsession, infatuation, or worse… love .
I flinched as he pulled out, rolling off the condom , and tossing it into the nearby trash. He returned, pulling me up the couch and fitting himself next to me. He splayed his arm over my breasts, his hand in my hair. His thigh rested between my legs and his cock pressed against my hip. He’d coiled himself around me as his soft breaths implied he’d fall asleep soon. But before he did, he whispered the words that echoed in my head since we’d shared that orgasm. “We’re fucked.” Both
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