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If she wants me to fuck her, that’s exactly what I’m going to do.
16
Clarise
Wow.
There’s no other way to express it, but to say wow!
The moment Connor presses his lips against mine, it’s as if the whole universe explodes inside my skull. The first time we kissed I still felt his reluctance, but now… Now he’s completely unhinged. Much like a dam on the verge of bursting, there’s a small trickle of water first, but then the walls just explode and the ensuing flood destroys everything in its wake.
Our tongues wrestle against one another, our kiss something so wild and fierce that I don’t even know how to process it. Still with my hand on his cock, I grip it even more tightly and I start stroking him over his pants, moving my hand up and down in a pendulum motion.
Wanting so much more than to just feel his cock over the fabric of his pants, I force myself to let go of it and I take both my hands to his waist. Grabbing his belt, I unbuckle it in one fluid motion and pull it out from its loops; then I pull his zipper down, and his cock pushes so hard against his boxer briefs that I almost expect it to rip through the fabric.
"Oh, Jesus," I let out as I pull back from his kiss, sliding my hand under the hem of his boxer briefs and curling my fingers around his thickness. The moment I touched his cock for the first time, I knew that Connor was huge … but now that I have it in my hand, no fabric between my fingers and his shaft, I finally realize how truly huge Connor’s cock is. As thick as a soda can, it’s even longer than one. Ten inches? No … its got to be more than that.
I’m an experienced woman, sure, but I’ve never been with a man this hung. To be honest with you, I don’t even know if something as huge as his cock will fit either in my mouth or in my pussy. But one thing’s for sure: I’m going to find out, and I’m going to do it right now.
Yanking on his boxer briefs, I pull his cock out and let my eyes fall down to it. It’s hard, pulsing against my fingers harshly, and the tip is already glistening with pre-cum.
"That looks delicious," I tell him softly, bringing my gaze up to meet his. He looks back at me with an expression of unbridled lust and, before I can say anything else, he tangles his fingers in my hair once more and forces me down.
Leaning into him, I close my eyes as I approach his cock; then, I part my lips and let the tip of my tongue out, resting it against the tip of his cock and allowing the saltiness of his pre-cum to coat my tongue. I take my time, flicking my tongue and using it to circle the fat head of his cock. Tilting my head sideways, I then run the tip of my tongue down the length of his shaft; when I finally get to the root, I place one hand under his balls and start massaging them.
Guided by instinct, I open my mouth as wide as I can and suck one of his balls in, allowing its full weight to rest over my tongue. I do the same with the other one, wrapping my lips tightly around it as I keep on lapping with my tongue, and only then do I go back up his shaft.
This time, I go beyond his tip; I open my mouth wide again, allowing the tip of his cock between my lips, and then I start lowering my head over his length. His cock pushes down on my tongue and against the inside of my cheeks, filling me in such a way that I can’t help but to imagine how it’ll feel to have him inside my pussy, fucking me like a wild animal.
"Mm," I start to moan as I push my mouth down, rolling my lips over his shaft until I feel the skin at the base of his cock. I don’t even know how I’ve managed to fit all of his long inches inside my mouth, but I push through and do it. I hold my position for a few seconds, feeling the tip of his cock throb against the back of my throat, and then I start bobbing my head up and down as fast as I can.
I don’t even bother with building up a rhythm; I just suck him violently, ravaging his cock with my mouth. He has both his hands on my head but, instead of guiding my movements, he remains still, feeling my swaying motion as I gobble up his huge member.
"Clarise…" he groans, his voice echoing through the empty chapel. "That’s so good…"
"Of course," I whisper softly, taking his cock out of my mouth and looking up at him. I don’t stop as I do it, though; instead, I replace my mouth with one hand and I start stroking him viciously, doing it so fiercely that Connor’s eyes start rolling in their orbits.
"You’re the Devil,
" he breathes out then, but there’s a wicked smile dancing on his lips. One that tells me he wants me to be the Devil right now. And I’m more than happy to oblige.
"You’ve seen nothing yet," I shoot back at him, sitting up straight on the chapel pew. Letting go of his cock, I press my body against his and then jump on top of him, my knees against the surface of the seat as I straddle him. I throw my arms over his shoulders and, at the same time, I buck my hips at him; I throw my head back as I do it, allowing a soft moan to escape from between my lips as I press my pussy against his cock.
"Then show me… show me what you can do," Connor says, resting his hands on my legs and hiking my skirt up to my waist. Then, his hands move around my body and down the curve of my ass; he digs his fingers into my ass cheeks, pulling me into him at the same time, and I start grinding against his cock as if I were fucking him.
Closing my eyes, I surrender to the moment, my brain shutting down completely. I keep on bucking my hips against Connor, growing wet with each passing second, and I feel an uncontrollable hunger taking over me.
I need him to fuck me… Oh, I need it so bad.
Looking straight into his eyes again, I take both my hands to his chest, hooking my fingers on the collar of his black shirt. Instead of unbuttoning it, I just grab at the fabric hard and pull it from opposite sides; the buttons pop out in a fraction of a second, scattering around the floor of the chapel, and I just keep on yanking, untucking his shirt.
The moment his naked chest comes into view, I stop swaying my hips for a moment. My jaw hangs open as I trace the contour of his pectorals and abs with my eyes, my brain overheating as I try to process just how ripped Connor is. Jesus Christ, if all spiritual men looked like Connor, there’d be no atheist women left in the world.
More than looking toned and in shape, Connor’s muscles seem to have been carved out of marble. Do you know those old Greek and Roman statues portraying the perfect man? Yeah, those mementos from the Classical Age have nothing on a man like Connor. If statues could feel shame, Connor would be forbidden to ever walk inside a museum.
Leaning into him, I start kissing his neck, laying my lips softly against his skin and then pulling it with my teeth. He groans as I do it, his fingers digging deep into my ass cheeks, and then he starts to thrust. As I feel his shaft pressing hard against my pussy, I resume my coming-and-going motion from before, swaying my hips lewdly and grinding against his huge member.
"I want to see you … to really see you," Connor whispers out of the blue, his voice heavy with anticipation as he takes his hands to my waist and grabs the hemline of my blouse. He pulls it over my head and I feel my nipples hardening against my bra as the fabric leaves my body. But Connor wants more than to just undress me from the waist, and soon enough I’m going to experience all of his wants.
