gasped when it pressed against his rock-hard penis. And,
swearing on her life, she wanted to fuck him that instant. She stilled at the
sound of a slight groan. Was he still asleep with a severe case of morning
wood? Other than the stiffening of his thigh, he gave no indication of being
awake.
Every morsel of flesh from her head to her pussy craved him.
Even the texture of his thick, contoured, muscular thigh deepened the yearning.
How was that possible?
Giving in to temptation, she caressed his shaft with her ass.
Engrossed in the sensations, she hadn’t realized her ass
continued stroking him until she reached back to grip his penis and her cheeks
brushed her fingers. The instant she fisted him, he groaned again. “Brent?”
No response. Not even a change in the pace of his breath.
Gently she slid her fingers to the base of his cock and then
brought them upward to the head, toying with the ridge. How she managed to take
all of him was incomprehensible. She skimmed her thumb in circles around the
moist tip.
The ache in her pussy matured into a full-fledged throb. She
took a deep breath and at the same time wiggled free from the dead weight of
his leg. She stilled, waiting for him to react, but he didn’t budge. Next she
lifted his arm and laid it on her hip. Then she scooted forward, opening a
space between their bodies so she could maneuver his penis between her legs.
Slightly, she separated her thighs and placed his cock head against her slit.
On contact, a current of heat shot to her belly and chest. She sucked in air
while spooning herself against him once more. His warm breath rustled her hair.
She laid her cheek on the cool sheet and slowly slid her hips back and forth,
manipulating them so the head massaged her clit. Spine-tingling sensations
caused her entire body to quiver. With her fingertips, she pressed his cock
against her, holding it in place to assure stimulation during each movement.
No way could he still be asleep. Not with the size and
hardness of his erection. Yet it seemed impossible for him to refrain from
thrusting with her motions if he wasn’t. Either the man mastered restraint or
he slept pretty deeply. “Brent, are you awake?” Even as she eased into a steady
rhythm of pushing forward and pulling back, he remained perfectly still and
uttered not a sound.
A fire burned in her pussy and her juices saturated his
cock, making the contact to her clit all the sweeter. Part of her experienced
guilt for taking advantage of him, but her stronger side pulverized the shit
out of that emotion. She wanted him. She needed him. For the sake of sanity,
she had to have him right now.
She reached forward and patted her hand along the top of the
nightstand, feeling through the darkness for one of the condoms he’d laid there
earlier. When her fingers brushed against a wrapper, her heart skipped a beat.
Drawing her bottom lip between her teeth, she, as quietly as possible, brought
the wrapper to her chest and tore the foil open.
Her breathing increased and vaginal walls tightened from
anticipation as she placed the condom over his cock head and rolled it down his
penis. His thigh twitched. “Brent?”
My God, how can he still be asleep?
She folded her lips and positioned the tip of his cock at
her vaginal opening. Battling the urge to ram it deep, she slowly descended on
the thick shaft. Her insides stretched, accommodating his size. The internal
muscles moved aside, exposing hidden nerves that jolted on contact with his hot
skin. While welcoming the rugged, hard intrusion, she tilted her head, freeing
a moan. An inch at a time she moved, allowing the sensation to expound through
her body.
She couldn’t take it.
She laid a hand on his hip for support while fully engulfing
him inside her pussy. Once his cock was completely buried, she rotated her hips
in a circular motion, but she needed more. Her insides constricted and fire
burned in her chest. She was so damn close to climaxing she tasted it. Her
swearing on her life, she wanted to fuck him that instant. She stilled at the
sound of a slight groan. Was he still asleep with a severe case of morning
wood? Other than the stiffening of his thigh, he gave no indication of being
awake.
Every morsel of flesh from her head to her pussy craved him.
Even the texture of his thick, contoured, muscular thigh deepened the yearning.
How was that possible?
Giving in to temptation, she caressed his shaft with her ass.
Engrossed in the sensations, she hadn’t realized her ass
continued stroking him until she reached back to grip his penis and her cheeks
brushed her fingers. The instant she fisted him, he groaned again. “Brent?”
No response. Not even a change in the pace of his breath.
Gently she slid her fingers to the base of his cock and then
brought them upward to the head, toying with the ridge. How she managed to take
all of him was incomprehensible. She skimmed her thumb in circles around the
moist tip.
The ache in her pussy matured into a full-fledged throb. She
took a deep breath and at the same time wiggled free from the dead weight of
his leg. She stilled, waiting for him to react, but he didn’t budge. Next she
lifted his arm and laid it on her hip. Then she scooted forward, opening a
space between their bodies so she could maneuver his penis between her legs.
Slightly, she separated her thighs and placed his cock head against her slit.
On contact, a current of heat shot to her belly and chest. She sucked in air
while spooning herself against him once more. His warm breath rustled her hair.
She laid her cheek on the cool sheet and slowly slid her hips back and forth,
manipulating them so the head massaged her clit. Spine-tingling sensations
caused her entire body to quiver. With her fingertips, she pressed his cock
against her, holding it in place to assure stimulation during each movement.
No way could he still be asleep. Not with the size and
hardness of his erection. Yet it seemed impossible for him to refrain from
thrusting with her motions if he wasn’t. Either the man mastered restraint or
he slept pretty deeply. “Brent, are you awake?” Even as she eased into a steady
rhythm of pushing forward and pulling back, he remained perfectly still and
uttered not a sound.
A fire burned in her pussy and her juices saturated his
cock, making the contact to her clit all the sweeter. Part of her experienced
guilt for taking advantage of him, but her stronger side pulverized the shit
out of that emotion. She wanted him. She needed him. For the sake of sanity,
she had to have him right now.
She reached forward and patted her hand along the top of the
nightstand, feeling through the darkness for one of the condoms he’d laid there
earlier. When her fingers brushed against a wrapper, her heart skipped a beat.
Drawing her bottom lip between her teeth, she, as quietly as possible, brought
the wrapper to her chest and tore the foil open.
Her breathing increased and vaginal walls tightened from
anticipation as she placed the condom over his cock head and rolled it down his
penis. His thigh twitched. “Brent?”
My God, how can he still be asleep?
She folded her lips and positioned the tip of his cock at
her vaginal opening. Battling the urge to ram it deep, she slowly descended on
the thick shaft. Her insides stretched, accommodating his size. The internal
muscles moved aside, exposing hidden nerves that jolted on contact with his hot
skin. While welcoming the rugged, hard intrusion, she tilted her head, freeing
a moan. An inch at a time she moved, allowing the sensation to expound through
her body.
She couldn’t take it.
She laid a hand on his hip for support while fully engulfing
him inside her pussy. Once his cock was completely buried, she rotated her hips
in a circular motion, but she needed more. Her insides constricted and fire
burned in her chest. She was so damn close to climaxing she tasted it. Her
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