Free Left by Shyla Colt

the rest of the world. He works his thick fingers into the hole he created and strokes my slit. I moan into his mouth moving my hips as he guides me like the pied piper with his rhythm. He pushes my panties to the side and pushes into my slick cavern.
    “Oh, yes.”
    “So tight and wet.” He rasps.
    “Mmm.” He moves his fingers, and I grip his shoulders as I snap my hips onto his fingers, eager to feel him deeper.
    “That’s it. Ride my fingers. We need to get that pink pussy of yours ready to take me.” I flex my muscles. “You like that thought of that?”
    “So much.” I grind on him. He crooks his fingers, hits my g-spot, and shatters me. I’m shaking, speaking in tongues, and calling out for him.
    “Damn, Kitten, you know how to make a man feel a million feet tall, but I promise you, it’s only going to get better.” My legs tremble, and my head spins. “Turn around for me.” He rests me against the car and sinks to his knees. He hooks his thumbs in the tattered remains of my stockings and seamless underwear and pushes them around my ankles.
    “Spread those long legs for me.”
    I do as he asks, and he dives into my pussy face first. After years of selfish lovers who hate to give head his enthusiasm is a revelation. I grip the back of his he and grind into his face.
    “Oh my God. Right there, Hous. Yes.” Blood whooshes in my ears and my toes curl in my pumps. He thrust his tongue inside my sheath, and my world goes white.
     
    The cool press of metal against my face and stomach as he lays me against the hood of the car.
    “Lift your leg up baby, let’s get this heels off.”
    He pushes my leg up on the curve of the metal and tugs off my shoes and the restricting material still around my ankles. “Now put that leg up, there you go.” He rubs his hand across my ass. He rubs his thumb over my rosette, and I jerk.
    “One day I’m going to take you there too. I won’t be satisfied until I’ve had every part of you.” I shiver at the possessive tone in his voice. He pushes two fingers into my center and pumps, scissoring and stretching. The jingle of his belt heightens my anticipation. He removes his fingers and taps my ass with his cock. I peer over my shoulder and watch him stroke his thick cock. His mushroom-shaped head is purple and swollen. Two veins stand out on either side of his eight-inch girth.
    He slips it between my lips and pushes forward nudging my clit with his head.
    “You’re so wet for me, beautiful. Give me some more of that sweet cream.”
    “Feels so good, Hous.”
    I’m thankful for Pilates as I turn my head and meet his mouth. He nibbles at my lips, swiping his tongue over the sensitized areas before sipping at me like wine. I cup his head, massaging his scalp with my fingertips.
    “You ready for me, Liv? I want to show you what it means to be loved by a real man.”
    I swallow hard and nod.
    “I need to hear you say it, baby. Tell me you’re ready to become mine.”
    Coming from anyone else the words would be corny. The sincerity and love turn the sentence into a Shakespearean sonnet.
    “I ready to make love with my best friend.”
    He cups my ass and pulls me closer to him. “Lift that leg. Just like that.”
    He eases in tip dip.
    “Oh, God.” I bow my head as he stretches me. My breath stutters in my chest as he presses past my ring of tight muscles.
    “Relax and let me inside, Kitten. I promise I’m going to make you feel so good.”  He peppers my neck with kisses as he fills me to the brim. It’s a delicious burn that yields to a pulsing pleasure. Fully sheathed, he stills.
    “You feel so damn good.” He whispers against my skin. His voice is raw with emotions. “Give me a minute. You got me ready to blow my load. This is a pregame. It’s been too long for me to last.”
    I snicker. “Who are you telling?”
    His body shakes with laughter. “That’s why we’re a perfect pair.” He pulls out and eases back in, oh so carefully. My heart races.