“I can lick, suck and fuck you for the rest of my life. Your body is an addiction I never want to give up.”
He yanked on the button to her shorts, pulling them and her panties down her legs. He didn’t give her a chance to enjoy the heated smile over his lips. He led her to a big brown sofa against the wall. The back of her legs hit the sofa and she fell on the cushion. She tugged on the fly of his jeans. The pants fell down his legs and that’s when she realized he went commando. Hot damn!
“ My...”she gasped.
Breaths rushed out of her lungs while she tried to take in the entire vision of his body. His very big body with those really mind-muddling muscles. He was way past sexy and into hot damn of body categories. With his slightly hairy chest, legs and arms, he made her fantasize while being wide-awake. Then there was his cock. Large, stiff and with beads of pre-cum dripping from the slit. Her throat went dry with every peek she took at his shaft. To make things more interesting, she’d swear the more she looked at it, the harder and bigger it got.
“Touch me, Nita,” he whispered.
She raised a hand to touch him, stroking the hot hard length of him. She grasped him tight in her hand, moving her hand up and down his shaft. Once she got to the tip, she wet her thumb with the moisture dripping from his slit and rubbed it over the head of his cock.
She move d closer, ready to take him in her mouth, but he grabbed her face in his hands, forcing her to look up at him. He shook his head and dropped down to his knees, moving his hands to her thighs, pushing her legs wide open.
“Not yet, beautiful ,” he said in a low gruff whisper. “I need to taste you before I lose my control.”
His features tight ened with need. A large brown fuzz of fur had grown over his sideburns. She couldn’t have liked the view more. He was losing control over her. Her. Not some other woman. Nita. A primitive need to lose her own control along with him pushed her to act. She slid her fingers into his hair, gripping and tugging him up to her.
A new clash of their lips and she was on fire. He cupped her breasts, thumbing her nipples roughly. The ache in her pussy grew by leaps and bounds. She wanted him to fill her with his cock. She needed to be his.
She tugged her face to the side, breaking their kiss and moaning. “Please.”
Dear God if she didn’t get him inside her soon she might explode. He slid his lips down her jaw. Biting. Kissing. Licking.
Wetness dripped from her pussy. She was soaked. He sucked a nipple into his mouth and fireworks went off behind her lids. “Yes! Keep doing that. I like your mouth on my tits.”
The roughness of his beard combined with the painful bite from his teeth shot electric currents from her nipples to her clit. Intense arousal shook her to the core.
He squeezed her tits together, licking and sucking from one nipple to the other. The delightful torture only intensified her desperation.
“For the love of sanity, fuck me. Please...”
She sucked in breaths, trying to keep her brain in working order but the reality was she was so far gone nothing could help. Nothing but his body taking hers. Owning hers.
“Ky... I need more,” she groaned.
He lifted his head from her breast, her nipple still in his mouth and let go with a resounding pop.
“Your skin tastes so fucking good. Like hot sex and whipped cream.” He kissed the valley of her breasts and ran circles with his tongue down her belly. At the juncture of her thighs, he pushed her legs open and stared at her pussy. He inhaled and groaned. “Your pussy smells like the sweetest honey.” He licked his lips. “Bears like honey. And I think I will love eating your pussy and tasting that sweetness glistening on your pretty pink lips.”
With other men, her instinct would have been to suck her belly in and try not to notice the bump that she had. Not so with him. She was very aware of her body. She was a big girl and she’d
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