He stroked me until I could take no more, until I cried out from his touch on my raw, hyper-sensitive skin. He slowly removed his fingers and sucked them clean.
“Mmmmm, magically delicious.”
His lips crashed onto mine before I could take another breath, tasting myself as his tongue ran round my mouth.
He moved away and started the engine. “Right, we’re going home or I’ll be fucking you in this car.”
We tumbled into the loft twenty minutes later, our lips glued together, his hands on my ass, my legs wrapped firmly around his waist. Kicking the door shut with his heel, I littered my stuff on the floor as he marched across the open space to his bedroom, throwing me onto the bed.
“Clothes off.”
He watched me strip as he shed his own clothes. He was so worked up and still so full of adrenaline from his game, every muscle in his body was straining, and the sight of him standing in front of me stroking his rock-hard cock sent my heartbeat into orbit.
This was not going to be gentle. A flood of arousal poured out of me.
“Lean back on the pillows and push your tits together. I’m fucking them first, then I’m fucking your pussy.” His voice had reached the deep, low, sticky pitch it got when he was finding it hard to concentrate on anything but fucking.
He crawled over the bed, over my body, until he straddled me, his abs clenching above me. He reached into the drawers by the bed, pulling out a bottle of lube, flipping the lid and squeezing it into his hands. Taking hold of his cock again, he rubbed the length of it. His pupils dilated, his hazel eyes melting into dark toffee, hooded and glazed.
It was the most erotic sight of my life.
With his huge, god-like body, he hovered over me, gliding himself straight between my boobs, gripping onto the headboard for support.
His jaw slackened. “Oh fuck. This feels fucking amazing. Oh Jesus, your tits. Fuck, Emerson.”
His pink tongue licked along his lower lip as he slowly pumped his hips back and forth. His hands pushed mine away, taking over from where I was holding my boobs, squeezing them together, running his thumbs over my nipples, every brush the catalyst for explosions of ecstasy bursting across my body.
My fingers traced around the curves of his abs one at a time, moving up the thick wedge of muscle on his hips and down to his incredible, peachy firm ass - the ass I’d stare at all day if I could.
I’d never done this before Drew, never met any guy who loved boobs as much as Drew, and never thought about how incredibly sexy it was. But it was so fucking sexy, this giant mountain of muscle above me, struggling to control himself, his breathing heavy and labored and ready to burst.
His eyes were trained on his cock, watching it slide in between my boobs, the soft, round head dripping pre cum all over my chest. I stuck my tongue out flat to lick it up the next time he thrust forward, wrapping my lips around the end before he moved back.
His head dropped back with an animalistic groan that hit me straight in my swollen clit, dialing up the deep throb desperate for release.
“Touch yourself. Tell me how wet you are.”
I didn’t need to touch myself to know I was dripping wet. Seeing him above me, his eyes glazed over as he thrust harder and harder, I don’t think I’d ever been so turned on in my life.
This man owned me.
“Fuck, I’m going to come. Emerson, open your mouth.”
He took my chin and fed his giant cock through my lips, my tongue flicking the underside as I pulled on his balls. He exploded in a roar, just as he hit the back of my throat, and I swallowed everything, salty and sweet and him.
He dropped his body down, taking my mouth with his, sweeping his tongue against mine, tasting himself, before moving down my body. Laving along my chest, he bit my tight nipples one at a time and continued his journey, not leaving an inch of my body untouched until he reached his destination.
Holding my legs apart with his massive shoulders, his fingers spread me further and he breathed deeply. “You’re fucking gorgeous.”
My groan rolled through me like thunder. His tongue lapped long and flat up my slit, sucking hard on my clit as he reached it. I couldn’t move from his vise-like grip on my hips, and he showed me no mercy.Lick, stab, suck, lick, stab, suckwent his tongue like his life depended on it.
“Fuck, yes. Do not. Stop. Doing that.”
My legs were violently quivering within a matter of seconds, the pressure too much for me to contain, and I exploded onto his face, every rippling muscle in my body turning to jelly.
He crawled up slowly, kissing along my hip bones, my belly, my chest, before he reached my face, sweeping away the stray hairs stuck to my forehead. He peered down at me, his eyes still filled with lust and silently telling me he was nowhere near finished.
“Shower time.” He pushed up on one hand, rising above me. He rolled me to one side, smacking my ass hard, making me squeal. “Let’s clean up so I can get you all dirty again.”
