she sucked with the strength of a virago. He furrowed his fingers through her hair and gently urged her up and down on his cock.
It was sublime.
He recalled as he watched her why heâd loved having her give him blow jobs when theyâd been younger. It was because she gave herself so fully to the experience. She seemed enthralled as she quickened her pace, bobbing her head back and forth, applying a firm, steady suck that had him crossing his eyes. She twisted her head slightly on the back stroke, giving him a teeth-clenching extra jolt on the swollen vein just beneath the head.
âJesus, you remembered,â he murmured as he watched her, touched and aroused that she not only recalled the location of his sweet spot after so many years but that he liked having that area treated to a helping of rough love. She responded by scraping her teeth gently against the sensitive patch of skin on her down stroke. He gasped and tightened his hand in her hair.
âLittle tease,â he said.
He felt the twitch in her stretched lips as she smiled.
His cock was large enough that he was used to women not taking him fully during fellatio. He found himself fantasizing about full oral penetration in that moment, though, as he recalled all too well that the stunning woman on her knees before him had given the venture a hell of a run in their younger years.
He grunted in tense arousal when she eased him into the narrow channel of her throat. The semen in his balls seemed to leap at the erotic sensation of being encased in such a small channel. She jerked at his invasion and he withdrew quickly, wincing at the electrifying back stroke along her tongue.
âMadeline,â he growled when she took him in her throat again, deeper this time.
He pushed back on her head and his cock popped out of the vacuum sheâd created with her steady suck. He resisted an urge to slide his cock back into the heaven of her mouth. She seemed confused as he bent down and lifted her to her feet. The evidence that sheâd been so involved in giving him pleasure made something wild and powerful surge in his chest. He wanted to hug her and not let go, fuck her until he filled her with his come, love her until they were both too exhausted to move.
âIâm going to let you finish that sometime very soon, but right now, I want to bury myself in you, Madeline,â he said roughly. He lifted her, his hands on her ribs, feeling acutely aware of how small she was, how finely made. She sighed when he laid her on her back on the bed. He stood and whipped off his shirt, his gaze never leaving the moon-kissed vision of her. He bent and lifted her gown to her waist, making short work of the silk panties she wore.
âOpen your legs, Madeline. Let me in,â he whispered, mesmerized by the sight of her shapely thighs, the erotic span of her belly, the dark, trimmed triangle of hair at the juncture of her legs. When she immediately spread her thighs wide, he muttered a curse that was meant as a blessing.
A groan ripped out of his chest when he slid into her hot, welcoming clasp. It was like being turned inside out every time he fucked her. She was too small for him. She was fucking perfect for him. She squeezed every remnant of rational thought out of his brain.
âIâm not going to last,â he said as he pumped. He hoped she forgave him, but the experience of having her give herself to him so freelyâfirst with her sweet, sucking mouth and now with her tight, total embraceâwas causing an unbearable tension to grow in him.
âIâm not going anywhere, Walker.â
He gave a gruff bark of laughter and put all of his energy into showing her he was there to stay, as well. His exuberance over his task caused both Madeline and the springs on the mattress to squeak and moan. His entire world narrowed down to the feeling of her sleek, juicy pussy pulling at his cock, tempting him until he turned into a wild-eyed animal
It was sublime.
He recalled as he watched her why heâd loved having her give him blow jobs when theyâd been younger. It was because she gave herself so fully to the experience. She seemed enthralled as she quickened her pace, bobbing her head back and forth, applying a firm, steady suck that had him crossing his eyes. She twisted her head slightly on the back stroke, giving him a teeth-clenching extra jolt on the swollen vein just beneath the head.
âJesus, you remembered,â he murmured as he watched her, touched and aroused that she not only recalled the location of his sweet spot after so many years but that he liked having that area treated to a helping of rough love. She responded by scraping her teeth gently against the sensitive patch of skin on her down stroke. He gasped and tightened his hand in her hair.
âLittle tease,â he said.
He felt the twitch in her stretched lips as she smiled.
His cock was large enough that he was used to women not taking him fully during fellatio. He found himself fantasizing about full oral penetration in that moment, though, as he recalled all too well that the stunning woman on her knees before him had given the venture a hell of a run in their younger years.
He grunted in tense arousal when she eased him into the narrow channel of her throat. The semen in his balls seemed to leap at the erotic sensation of being encased in such a small channel. She jerked at his invasion and he withdrew quickly, wincing at the electrifying back stroke along her tongue.
âMadeline,â he growled when she took him in her throat again, deeper this time.
He pushed back on her head and his cock popped out of the vacuum sheâd created with her steady suck. He resisted an urge to slide his cock back into the heaven of her mouth. She seemed confused as he bent down and lifted her to her feet. The evidence that sheâd been so involved in giving him pleasure made something wild and powerful surge in his chest. He wanted to hug her and not let go, fuck her until he filled her with his come, love her until they were both too exhausted to move.
âIâm going to let you finish that sometime very soon, but right now, I want to bury myself in you, Madeline,â he said roughly. He lifted her, his hands on her ribs, feeling acutely aware of how small she was, how finely made. She sighed when he laid her on her back on the bed. He stood and whipped off his shirt, his gaze never leaving the moon-kissed vision of her. He bent and lifted her gown to her waist, making short work of the silk panties she wore.
âOpen your legs, Madeline. Let me in,â he whispered, mesmerized by the sight of her shapely thighs, the erotic span of her belly, the dark, trimmed triangle of hair at the juncture of her legs. When she immediately spread her thighs wide, he muttered a curse that was meant as a blessing.
A groan ripped out of his chest when he slid into her hot, welcoming clasp. It was like being turned inside out every time he fucked her. She was too small for him. She was fucking perfect for him. She squeezed every remnant of rational thought out of his brain.
âIâm not going to last,â he said as he pumped. He hoped she forgave him, but the experience of having her give herself to him so freelyâfirst with her sweet, sucking mouth and now with her tight, total embraceâwas causing an unbearable tension to grow in him.
âIâm not going anywhere, Walker.â
He gave a gruff bark of laughter and put all of his energy into showing her he was there to stay, as well. His exuberance over his task caused both Madeline and the springs on the mattress to squeak and moan. His entire world narrowed down to the feeling of her sleek, juicy pussy pulling at his cock, tempting him until he turned into a wild-eyed animal
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