Free Dessert by Lily Harlem

music to my ears. How had I got so lucky to find someone so giving?
    I fisted my shiny, throbbing cock, positioned the tip at her once again fastened-shut hole. Applied the tiniest amount of forward pressure and gained a little purchase, just over my slit.
    There was barely any movement in either of us. It was as if every single nerve in both our bodies had homed in on that tiny part of her and the very tip of me.
    Exerting more force, I breached the band of muscle; it stretched, resisted and melted open around my glossy head.
    “Oh John, oh, oh…”
    “Tida, you okay?” I gasped.
    “Yes, yes, it’s, you are so…”
    She didn’t need to say the word big . I could see how fucking enormous I was slipping into her tiny body.
    I paused. Looked up and stared out at the city skyline, gave her time to adjust to my invasion. Perhaps I should have prepared her more, maybe I should stop, but damn it felt good, so fucking good.
    Big Ben loomed in the distance, a car horn filtered up from the street below, and London life went on as I gained another inch of entry into Tida’s sweet little ass.
    She arched her spine and lifted her butt to me. She was still working her clit and I could sense the shake in her thighs vibrating through to mine.
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    “Baby, I want it all,” I managed, studying my disappearing cock. There was no turning back now. This was it.
    “Yes, yes, take it, I’m, I’m going to come soon, real soon.” Oh fuck, so am I.
    Holding her hips firm, I slid in, riding on and on until my bollocks butted up against her labia and my entire shaft disappeared. Bloody hell, were we really doing this here, in my office, over my table?
    Yes, oh yes. It’s fucking fabulous.
    I withdrew a fraction then pressed in again gently, setting up a rocking in-and-almost-out motion. Gritting my teeth and holding her hips, I went on a ride to heaven.
    My senses were reeling. I’d fantasized about this for so long, but never in my wildest dreams had it been this good, so carnal and wild, so damn risky. The feel of her tight anus rasping over my shaft and her heated depths burning my tip was a taste of ecstasy even before my climax.
    She was bucking back for more now, encouraging me to reach maximum depth on each thrust. This was different from burying myself in her pussy—there was no cervix to butt up against, I just tunneled right into her core each time, it felt never ending.
    “Ah baby,” I groaned. “This is the best birthday present ever. Fuck, you feel so good.”
    Heat was building, all over my flesh, right through my guts, white-hot electric whips of scalding sensations that shot to my bollocks. Drawing them up, pinching them tight.
    A keening moan left her lips, she strained her neck upward as if she too was staring out at the London rooftops. Though I had no idea if her eyes were open or closed.
    My breaths were as ragged and desperate as hers. We were rutting hard now—I didn’t think she could take any more, take it harder, but she did. I was on fire, burning with the need to come.
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    “Now,” I groaned. “Fuck it, come now.”
    A silent, suddenly motionless tensing of her body told me she was on the precipice.
    I shoved in, deeper than ever, my hunger knowing no bounds. My black-velvet need all consuming.
    “Ah, ah, ah…oh, yes,” she cried.
    Her whole body went into a series of wild spasms, her internal muscles dragging me deeper. I could hear my own moans of pleasure echoing around the wooden panels of my office, but they didn’t sound like me, they were so animal like, so primitive. I was on the brink.
    And then my need spiraled out of control. Brilliant bursts of light exploded in my vision. My hips bucked harder, delving me right to her core. My swollen shaft stretched her so much her anal flesh appeared thin, pale and smooth. A perfect O of entry. My orgasm came as a cataclysm of wonderful relief. The volcanic pressure had been painful in my balls, and as I spurted into her ass,