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good,” I said, breathlessly, as he began to kiss along my neck. I closed my eyes, savoring each delicate contact between his lips and my skin.
Boon’s tongue slipped down my neck towards my exposed breasts, drawing a shudder from my body. His hands were underneath my breasts, fondling me gently. I was pinned to the car under him, his crotch rubbing against my dripping slit, as his mouth found my perky, erect nipples and began to tease them, one at a time, rolling around and then flicking them, then sucking them in.
When his mouth left one nipple, his fingers would take its place, toying with the nubs with slight yanks and twitches. My heart was racing as he began to grind his hips into mine, the button of his jeans creating friction against my clit through my panties. I was starting to heat up, my mind drifting away as he pleasured my body. His hands dropped to my waist, pulling me closer to him, as he pulled his head from my breasts.
He was smiling at me, grinning, that same grin that had started it all.
Leaning forward again, his lips met mine just as his hand dropped to my pussy, slipping down my panties. My slit jumped as his hand brushed against it, feeling my slickness as he led first one finger, then another, to my swollen clit. Oh god, after everything, all the anxiety and tension, I needed this. I moaned into his mouth, our tongues still entwined, as he began to slowly rub my clit, using my wetness to lubricate.
His mouth moved to my neck again, flowering kisses along my jaw and towards my ears. His fingers tweaked at my clit, a jolt of electric pain suddenly shooting through me, only adding to the glorious feelings. He nibbled on my earlobe, his hot breath seeming to enter me through my ear and flow down to my chest. I felt warm all over, ready; his fingers were moving slowly, too slowly, and I lifted my hips, pressing towards him, needing more. He pulled his hand away then, much to my dismay, and used his strength to push my hips back down against the car.
“ Patience is a virtue,” he whispered into my ear. I moaned and pouted; I didn’t want to be patient. It had already felt like far too long. But as his lips met mine again, and his hand came to my hair, I thought I could wait a little while longer. His tongue darted in and out of my mouth, teasing me, the taste of him intoxicating. I let my hands fall to his waist and pulled him in, tugging at his shirt, trying to pull it up.
He broke from the kiss and let me pull the shirt all the way off. He stood before me in all his glory, his lean, toned, ripped body begging for my touch. His tattoos seemed to gleam in the moonlight as my hands came to his chest, tracing the two guns once more. I drew my eyes towards his; he was looking down at me curiously.
I leaned forward, kissing him right in the center of his chest, slowly drawing my lips downwards, trailing my tongue down the line between his abs. He was so strong, his torso like steel. My hands came to his belt and I found myself desperately trying to unbuckle it, my desire pounding in my head, my impatience returning in a big way. I wanted his cock in my mouth. I wanted to feel it throbbing in my throat. He pushed my hands away roughly, and when I looked up at him with another pout he chuckled.
“ All right, all right,” he said, and unfastened his belt himself. I made quick work of the button, letting his pants fall around his ankles. His massive cock stood at attention before me; I never ceased to be amazed by the sheer size of it.
The head was swollen and purple as I let my hand trace the length of it, my fingernails just slightly raking along the tender flesh. He shuddered under my touch. It turned me on even more to feel him get turned on, and I leaned forward, planting my lips on the soft head. He moaned slightly as I let my tongue dance around it, flicking over the tip and then circling the rim. I sucked in, simultaneously moving my head further down his cock, taking it in inch by inch.
My
Boon’s tongue slipped down my neck towards my exposed breasts, drawing a shudder from my body. His hands were underneath my breasts, fondling me gently. I was pinned to the car under him, his crotch rubbing against my dripping slit, as his mouth found my perky, erect nipples and began to tease them, one at a time, rolling around and then flicking them, then sucking them in.
When his mouth left one nipple, his fingers would take its place, toying with the nubs with slight yanks and twitches. My heart was racing as he began to grind his hips into mine, the button of his jeans creating friction against my clit through my panties. I was starting to heat up, my mind drifting away as he pleasured my body. His hands dropped to my waist, pulling me closer to him, as he pulled his head from my breasts.
He was smiling at me, grinning, that same grin that had started it all.
Leaning forward again, his lips met mine just as his hand dropped to my pussy, slipping down my panties. My slit jumped as his hand brushed against it, feeling my slickness as he led first one finger, then another, to my swollen clit. Oh god, after everything, all the anxiety and tension, I needed this. I moaned into his mouth, our tongues still entwined, as he began to slowly rub my clit, using my wetness to lubricate.
His mouth moved to my neck again, flowering kisses along my jaw and towards my ears. His fingers tweaked at my clit, a jolt of electric pain suddenly shooting through me, only adding to the glorious feelings. He nibbled on my earlobe, his hot breath seeming to enter me through my ear and flow down to my chest. I felt warm all over, ready; his fingers were moving slowly, too slowly, and I lifted my hips, pressing towards him, needing more. He pulled his hand away then, much to my dismay, and used his strength to push my hips back down against the car.
“ Patience is a virtue,” he whispered into my ear. I moaned and pouted; I didn’t want to be patient. It had already felt like far too long. But as his lips met mine again, and his hand came to my hair, I thought I could wait a little while longer. His tongue darted in and out of my mouth, teasing me, the taste of him intoxicating. I let my hands fall to his waist and pulled him in, tugging at his shirt, trying to pull it up.
He broke from the kiss and let me pull the shirt all the way off. He stood before me in all his glory, his lean, toned, ripped body begging for my touch. His tattoos seemed to gleam in the moonlight as my hands came to his chest, tracing the two guns once more. I drew my eyes towards his; he was looking down at me curiously.
I leaned forward, kissing him right in the center of his chest, slowly drawing my lips downwards, trailing my tongue down the line between his abs. He was so strong, his torso like steel. My hands came to his belt and I found myself desperately trying to unbuckle it, my desire pounding in my head, my impatience returning in a big way. I wanted his cock in my mouth. I wanted to feel it throbbing in my throat. He pushed my hands away roughly, and when I looked up at him with another pout he chuckled.
“ All right, all right,” he said, and unfastened his belt himself. I made quick work of the button, letting his pants fall around his ankles. His massive cock stood at attention before me; I never ceased to be amazed by the sheer size of it.
The head was swollen and purple as I let my hand trace the length of it, my fingernails just slightly raking along the tender flesh. He shuddered under my touch. It turned me on even more to feel him get turned on, and I leaned forward, planting my lips on the soft head. He moaned slightly as I let my tongue dance around it, flicking over the tip and then circling the rim. I sucked in, simultaneously moving my head further down his cock, taking it in inch by inch.
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