I kept missing buttons on my blouse as, hands trembling and trying to will my knees not to give out, I stripped off my top and my bra and kicked off my shoes.
He fisted a hand in my hair and bent me over the back of the couch, kicking my legs apart.
My skirt was bunched up around my waist as he continued to stroke me, working my clit.
“You know…” The deep voice had an edge to it. “This is actually the first time I’ve fucked a small-town girl.”
Then I was coming on his fingers. Stars spun in my eyes as a man’s jacket and shirt appeared on the couch by my head. My skirt came down and disappeared to the floor.
“Not much for a girl to do in a small town other than spread her legs for whatever shithead football player walks by, is there?” he continued.
God, this is going to be good.
“You sound like you need to work some resentment out,” I goaded, wanting to feel well and truly fucked by his cock.
“Did the captain of the football team do this?” He trailed his tongue along the glistening slit of my pussy.
“Fuck,” I moaned, my back arching. “What are you doing?”
“Seeing if you taste as sweet as one of your murder cupcakes.” He chuckled, then his tongue was back in my pussy.
My fingers grabbed at anything I could reach as his tongue curled around my clit. I gripped his starched white dress shirt as his tongue dipped into my opening then higher, making me scream and jerk.
Marius grabbed my hips, his fingers bruising me as he spread me, his tongue everywhere. “You like having your ass eaten out, don’t you?”
I could only moan as he lifted my hips up higher to really work me with his tongue, claiming every piece of me with his mouth until I was shuddering and coming all over his face.
I lay half draped over the back of the couch, barely registering the movement as a condom packet ripped.
I felt his cock, thick and heavy, against my thighs and moaned when he rubbed it in my pussy juices.
“You’re going to be so fucking tight when I take you, Emmie.” Then he spread me, that thick cock pushing against my opening, way bigger than anything I’d ever put in there.
“I don’t think I can take it,” I mewled as he ground his cock against my pussy.
“Too big?” the deep voice taunted.
“Yeah, I think—” Then I screamed a curse as he thrust into me, jerking my hips back against him as he plowed deep inside me.
A low moan escaped me as my pussy rippled around the thick length.
He didn’t pull out, just leaned forward, that impossibly huge length shifting inside of me, almost making me come. He reached for my tits, one hand on each, and tugged the nipples, rolling them in his hands. “Can I make you come like this?”
“I, um…” I panted as my hips rocked back against him. One of his hands slid down my curves to my pussy, seeking my clit in the swollen slit.
“Don’t make me come yet,” I whimpered and pleaded as he stroked me, fingers hard on my clit, as hard as his cock in me. Then I was coming around him, moaning as he sank his teeth into my shoulder, trying to keep himself from coming in me.
“Fuck, Emmie.” He pulled out, sending aftershocks of pleasure through me, then slammed into me.
My legs and hips thumped against the back of the couch as he took me over and over, his cock plunging deep inside me, hitting the secret spot until I was coming again, moaning his name.
He kept up the furious pace while I begged him for his cum, spreading my legs for him, taking every inch of that huge length until my hips ached.
Gripping my thighs, he angled me so he could fuck me deep and hard, my cries echoing around the paneled room until the pace got more sporadic.
“Come, Emmie. Fuck you—just fucking come.”
He slammed into me again, then I was thrust into the storm of pleasure while he came inside me, milking every drop of cum into my aching pussy.
