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she works her hands down, unbuckles my belt, releases the button and shoves her hand beneath my underwear and closes her fist around my cock.
The air whooshes from my lungs, as she caresses her hand up and down my long, hard length. She takes the plump head of my cock in her hand. She squeezes and a low groan sounds deep in my chest.
My mouth opens wide over hers, and she tastes of passion, hot and vibrant on my tongue.
She rises to her knees lifting her skirt and slides down her panties. “Fuck me, Brady.”
I lift myself and hook my thumbs beneath the waistband of my jeans and underwear. Ripping them down my thighs, revealing first the black hair that grows thicker low on my belly, then my erection juts free, huge and powerful. I take myself into my hand as my heated gaze moves over her. Smearing the pearlescent drop of pre-cum around the tip before sliding it erotically back and forth along her cleft, over and over, I draw the thick length of my erection up and down through her wetness until her breathing speeds up. I shift my hips, and let my hard cock ease between her thighs. Her folds warm and slick with her own juices. I now slide back and forth through the wet heat as my breath becomes faster and rougher. I prod at her wet, silky opening.
Greedily she takes my erection into her hand. She weighs the weight of it, savors the warm, satiny length of me, tips back her head, and impales herself onto me with a sigh. I rock my hips up and down a little, and feel her shiver. “Ride me, Nicole,” I choke. “Take all of me.” My hand slides from her waist down her thighs. My fingers are hard against her skin.
And she does. When she rises up again, I tighten my grip on her legs, my head going back into the cushion until the tendons of my neck draw taut.
She gasps and lets her head go back. I feel her body grow accustom to my invasion. She lifts her hips then pushes down against me.
I groan with pleasure, and bury myself in her again as I draw in a breath and thrust up to meet her with a guttural cry.
Slowly our rhythm builds, my hips rock against hers, her breathy sighs increase. Over and over I pump myself into her. Her snug, sweet body pulls at me, drawing me deeper.
I feel the urgency in her build, feeling the rhythm moving through us. Soon she is crying out with breathless sobs on my every stroke.
She cries out as my mouth comes down over her breast. Greedily I lave her, then pull and suck at her nipple. With a flick of my tongue, I lightly lick the tip of her nipple, making her rise up on a gasp.
She mutters something, barely audible.
“What?” I rasp, lifting my mouth from her sweet flesh.
“Oh—ah—yes—that—“ Her hips come up, seeking more. Her hands fist tightly in my shirt as she rides me hungrily, lifting herself up and easing back down my length.
“God, you feel incredible. So hot.” I watch as the lust and need play across her beautiful face. For what could have been minutes but might have been hours, our lusty sounds fill the darkness until her sighs come faster and more frantically. She closes her eyes, and leans forward to splay her hands across my chest. Her hair, already loose, fanned over her shoulders, caressing my skin.
The scent of sweat and sex swirls around us in a heady, sensual haze.
Her whole body seizes, as she goes rigid in my arms, then shudders. And then she comes apart, her cries of pleasure, loud in the quiet of the limo. Her orgasm puts me over the edge. I drive in; my hips pump faster and harder, then on one final thrust and feel myself exploding inside her. The limo fades to black as I throb and pulse, clasping her tight against me.
“Fuck.” I laugh. “Where’s your next signing?”
LOVE IN THE AFTERNOON
I can feel him looking across the room at me; as I stand still and straight, my oversized sweatshirt is in no
The air whooshes from my lungs, as she caresses her hand up and down my long, hard length. She takes the plump head of my cock in her hand. She squeezes and a low groan sounds deep in my chest.
My mouth opens wide over hers, and she tastes of passion, hot and vibrant on my tongue.
She rises to her knees lifting her skirt and slides down her panties. “Fuck me, Brady.”
I lift myself and hook my thumbs beneath the waistband of my jeans and underwear. Ripping them down my thighs, revealing first the black hair that grows thicker low on my belly, then my erection juts free, huge and powerful. I take myself into my hand as my heated gaze moves over her. Smearing the pearlescent drop of pre-cum around the tip before sliding it erotically back and forth along her cleft, over and over, I draw the thick length of my erection up and down through her wetness until her breathing speeds up. I shift my hips, and let my hard cock ease between her thighs. Her folds warm and slick with her own juices. I now slide back and forth through the wet heat as my breath becomes faster and rougher. I prod at her wet, silky opening.
Greedily she takes my erection into her hand. She weighs the weight of it, savors the warm, satiny length of me, tips back her head, and impales herself onto me with a sigh. I rock my hips up and down a little, and feel her shiver. “Ride me, Nicole,” I choke. “Take all of me.” My hand slides from her waist down her thighs. My fingers are hard against her skin.
And she does. When she rises up again, I tighten my grip on her legs, my head going back into the cushion until the tendons of my neck draw taut.
She gasps and lets her head go back. I feel her body grow accustom to my invasion. She lifts her hips then pushes down against me.
I groan with pleasure, and bury myself in her again as I draw in a breath and thrust up to meet her with a guttural cry.
Slowly our rhythm builds, my hips rock against hers, her breathy sighs increase. Over and over I pump myself into her. Her snug, sweet body pulls at me, drawing me deeper.
I feel the urgency in her build, feeling the rhythm moving through us. Soon she is crying out with breathless sobs on my every stroke.
She cries out as my mouth comes down over her breast. Greedily I lave her, then pull and suck at her nipple. With a flick of my tongue, I lightly lick the tip of her nipple, making her rise up on a gasp.
She mutters something, barely audible.
“What?” I rasp, lifting my mouth from her sweet flesh.
“Oh—ah—yes—that—“ Her hips come up, seeking more. Her hands fist tightly in my shirt as she rides me hungrily, lifting herself up and easing back down my length.
“God, you feel incredible. So hot.” I watch as the lust and need play across her beautiful face. For what could have been minutes but might have been hours, our lusty sounds fill the darkness until her sighs come faster and more frantically. She closes her eyes, and leans forward to splay her hands across my chest. Her hair, already loose, fanned over her shoulders, caressing my skin.
The scent of sweat and sex swirls around us in a heady, sensual haze.
Her whole body seizes, as she goes rigid in my arms, then shudders. And then she comes apart, her cries of pleasure, loud in the quiet of the limo. Her orgasm puts me over the edge. I drive in; my hips pump faster and harder, then on one final thrust and feel myself exploding inside her. The limo fades to black as I throb and pulse, clasping her tight against me.
“Fuck.” I laugh. “Where’s your next signing?”
LOVE IN THE AFTERNOON
I can feel him looking across the room at me; as I stand still and straight, my oversized sweatshirt is in no
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