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up instantly and pulled her up to me. I didn’t care that she saw how hard she made me just by kissing her. She tried to take advantage of this pause in my pursuit of her.
“Bradley, I think I need to go home,” she protested.
I looked at her tank top, brought my hands on the top of the shirt and gripped it tight within my hands. She instinctively moved back from me, but I didn’t stop. I followed, and, just as she got to the door, I ripped her tank top down the front.
“Fuck, Bradley,” she admonished, her hands instantly going up to her breasts.
I wasn’t stopping. My hand went between her legs and caressed her over her shorts with my palm, placing just enough pressure, knowing what she liked, while my body continued to invade her space.
“Brad, please,” she said to me. Her voice laced with need for me more than the want for me to stop.
“That’s what I’m trying to do. Stop fighting me or, hell, keep doing it. You know that shit turns me on when you pretend to not want me when clearly your moans say that you do.”
She tried to give me a stern look, but I saw her lip tremble slightly, and I ran my other hand down the front of her chest. When I got to her bra, I pulled slightly and it came undone, thankful she loved front clasping bras. As she closed her eyes, I went right for that place on her neck and waited for the waterfall.
“Oh God, Bradley!” Her knees buckled, and my arm instantly went around her waist and kept her up. “We shouldn’t do this.”
I gripped her by her chin and tilted her head up so she could look me in my eyes. “Stop fighting what you know comes natural to us. Just give it to me.”
She closed her eyes again, and I moved quickly to kiss her into submission. It didn’t take long before she wrapped her arms around my neck.
I didn’t waste time. I lifted her up and carried her into my bedroom. Once there, I took my time and unwrapped her from her clothes slowly. I would have preferred to do this with the lights on, but she wouldn’t let me.
“Can I take your clothes off?” she asked me softly.
I smiled, stood back and gave her permission without saying the words. I watched her intently, waiting for her hands to touch me skin to skin. I’ve craved for this moment for so long. You have no idea how good she makes me feel, but let me show you, just as I show her what she does to me.
I only wore a t-shirt and basketball shorts, so she gripped the bottom of my shirt and bunched it in her hands before she moved it up slowly past my torso. I helped her of course, and as I pulled my shirt over my head, her lips instantly went to my nipples lapping her tongue over me, sucking me. I closed my eyes as a flood of ecstasy overcame me, consumed me. I fisted her hair, getting impatient. I really wanted her.
“Remove my shorts,” I said, voice deep with need.
I licked my lips just as she continued to kiss down my torso at the same time, pulling my shorts down, freeing me.
I was hard as steel, and just as her hand gripped me, I could have lost it right then. She was so fucking sexy, and I missed seeing her on her knees in front of me. I missed her touch, and I missed… ah ... that right there!
“Yes, baby, take all of me,” I told her, just as she took me into her mouth.
The sight of Ayana’s lips on me was enough for me to lose my mind. Watching me go in and out of her mouth was the most erotic and satisfying feeling I’ve had in a long time. She was skilled at giving me head. She knew exactly what I liked, what would drive me out of my mind. She proceeded to lick me from base to head, fluttering her tongue over the head of my cock. She then squeezed me tight and pumped as she moved me in and out of her beautiful supple lips.
The aggressive side of me was starting to take over, but then suddenly, when she looked up at me, something else happened. Something that I’d never in my life felt before. I frowned as I couldn’t understand what this feeling was, what it meant.
“Bradley, I think I need to go home,” she protested.
I looked at her tank top, brought my hands on the top of the shirt and gripped it tight within my hands. She instinctively moved back from me, but I didn’t stop. I followed, and, just as she got to the door, I ripped her tank top down the front.
“Fuck, Bradley,” she admonished, her hands instantly going up to her breasts.
I wasn’t stopping. My hand went between her legs and caressed her over her shorts with my palm, placing just enough pressure, knowing what she liked, while my body continued to invade her space.
“Brad, please,” she said to me. Her voice laced with need for me more than the want for me to stop.
“That’s what I’m trying to do. Stop fighting me or, hell, keep doing it. You know that shit turns me on when you pretend to not want me when clearly your moans say that you do.”
She tried to give me a stern look, but I saw her lip tremble slightly, and I ran my other hand down the front of her chest. When I got to her bra, I pulled slightly and it came undone, thankful she loved front clasping bras. As she closed her eyes, I went right for that place on her neck and waited for the waterfall.
“Oh God, Bradley!” Her knees buckled, and my arm instantly went around her waist and kept her up. “We shouldn’t do this.”
I gripped her by her chin and tilted her head up so she could look me in my eyes. “Stop fighting what you know comes natural to us. Just give it to me.”
She closed her eyes again, and I moved quickly to kiss her into submission. It didn’t take long before she wrapped her arms around my neck.
I didn’t waste time. I lifted her up and carried her into my bedroom. Once there, I took my time and unwrapped her from her clothes slowly. I would have preferred to do this with the lights on, but she wouldn’t let me.
“Can I take your clothes off?” she asked me softly.
I smiled, stood back and gave her permission without saying the words. I watched her intently, waiting for her hands to touch me skin to skin. I’ve craved for this moment for so long. You have no idea how good she makes me feel, but let me show you, just as I show her what she does to me.
I only wore a t-shirt and basketball shorts, so she gripped the bottom of my shirt and bunched it in her hands before she moved it up slowly past my torso. I helped her of course, and as I pulled my shirt over my head, her lips instantly went to my nipples lapping her tongue over me, sucking me. I closed my eyes as a flood of ecstasy overcame me, consumed me. I fisted her hair, getting impatient. I really wanted her.
“Remove my shorts,” I said, voice deep with need.
I licked my lips just as she continued to kiss down my torso at the same time, pulling my shorts down, freeing me.
I was hard as steel, and just as her hand gripped me, I could have lost it right then. She was so fucking sexy, and I missed seeing her on her knees in front of me. I missed her touch, and I missed… ah ... that right there!
“Yes, baby, take all of me,” I told her, just as she took me into her mouth.
The sight of Ayana’s lips on me was enough for me to lose my mind. Watching me go in and out of her mouth was the most erotic and satisfying feeling I’ve had in a long time. She was skilled at giving me head. She knew exactly what I liked, what would drive me out of my mind. She proceeded to lick me from base to head, fluttering her tongue over the head of my cock. She then squeezed me tight and pumped as she moved me in and out of her beautiful supple lips.
The aggressive side of me was starting to take over, but then suddenly, when she looked up at me, something else happened. Something that I’d never in my life felt before. I frowned as I couldn’t understand what this feeling was, what it meant.
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