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“Fuck, bend forward. Open that pretty pink hole for me.”
His words cause another wave of wetness to riot through me as I do as he says, pushing my ass out so that the lips of my pussy spread open for him. I turn and watch him, his manhood bulging in his suit pants, his hands shaking as he grips my thigh near my pussy making me feel like screaming at him to touch me more.
“No fair,” I murmur-moan. “I want to see you.”
“Then be a good fucking virgin and play with yourself as I undress. Get yourself nice and wet.”
“I’m already wet,” I moan.
“Wetter, then,” he snarls. “Do it, Millie.”
I slide my hand between my legs and touch my clit, stroking it softly, and then faster when I see the way he gazes at me. As he undresses, he never takes his eyes off me, shrugging off his suit jacket and then unbuttoning his shirt, revealing a body carved of boulders and stones, all hard lines, every inch of him composed of honed flesh.
“You sound so goddamn sexy when you moan like that. Finger your wet pussy for me.”
I slide my middle finger into my hole, prying the wetness open and struggling to keep my eyes focused on him the entire time.
My core flames and aches and flutters like it’s going to unleash all of its orgasms in one giant jolt, leaving me panting and unable to take anymore. So I finger myself slowly, not wanting to spend myself, yet, wanting to wait for him.
Oh my freaking God.
He kicks off his shoes and quickly pulls down his pants, stepping forward in full nakedness.
I knew his manhood was big from the outline it made in his pants, but I’m not prepared for the weighty way it bobs up, ten some inches of pure fleshy pleasure, intimidating me as it hangs there wetly. Precome glistens on the end and the shaft is huge, thick, covered in veins, an absolute monster of a cock.
“You’re so big,” I whimper.
“I’ll go slowly … at first.” He stalks forward, standing at the edge of the bed with the weight of his massive hot cock casually resting on my ass cheek. “But first I want to make you cream just like this.”
“Like what … Ah, ah.”
He grabs the base of his cock and guides his engorged head to my clit, stroking it, the pressure of it causing my toes to curl and my vision to blur as I twist around to look up at him.
His eyes are fixated on my ass and my pussy, his jaw tight as he stares, hypnotized, down at me.
I never dreamed I could feel so wanted—no, needed.
I never dreamed I could feel so downright sexy.
Doors begin to open in me, slowly at first, and then they fly open, off the hinges, shattering through me with a carnal conviction.
A whole chorus of lust and longing sparks in my pussy and making my clit tingle as he presses harder, firmer, with a dominator’s claim.
“That’s it,” he snarls, stroking his cock over my clit so fast now it almost slips into my eager hole once or twice, painting me with his precome. “You’re so close. You’re so ready. Cream for me, Millie. Fucking cream for me now.”
I’m forced to turn away from him when my orgasm pulses through me, starting at the end of his cock and shimmering through my body, into every part of me. It shatters into a million sizzling pieces and crackles long my skin, the heat spreading gloriously into my breasts, my fingertips, and my freaking scalp.
I bite onto the sheets as I buck and writhe against him, my pussy tightening and releasing, tightening and releasing, over and over again as my cream slides hotly down my legs as his rock hard cock attacks my clit nonstop.
“Fuck, fuck,” I gasp, as the orgasm passes and I’m left twitching with its aftereffects.
“Turn over,” Markus snarls. “I want to look at you as I take you for the first time.”
I roll onto my back and look up at him, standing at the edge of the bed bathed in the distorted light, the lines of his muscles seeming deeper for the contrasting semidarkness. His cock glimmers with precome … and my juice, I realize, as he strokes a hand from the tip to the base.
“Your dress, your bra, off, now. But keep those sexy as fuck heels on.”
I sit up and tear my dress over my head, giggling when he darts forward to help me with my bra, my chest suddenly carefree and airy, far more willing to let go than I ever dreamed I could be.
When I’m freed from the hazy world of my dress – Markus tossing it to the edge of the bed along with my bra – I’m face to face with his engorged cock, so close that I can smell his precome and my juices mixed together at the tip of his pulsating length.
