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Stacy
"Sanders," I exhale his name, not realizing I was holding my breath as we walk into my Midtown apartment. I can't help it, I'm anticipating him inside me again and...that's everything right now. I have a need for him unlike anything I've ever known.
"Yes, Stacy?” Sanders says, tucking his fingers under my chin and tilting my face up to look into his eyes. "What is it, doll?" His voice is gruff, I hear him holding back lust like a wooden wall might hold back a raging sea.
We're both swept up in our need for each other with a torrential passion matched only in each other. The way that Sanders makes me feel leaves me breathless.
"Take off all your clothes," I say, pressing my hand to his chest. The feel of his firm pectorals under my palm sends shivers through my body. I look into his eyes, feeling them hood with lust, feeling my own eyelashes sweep over my cheeks. "I want to ride you. I need to feel you inside me." My lips part.
I watch his face. His eyes blaze with need. Sanders grits his teeth with the absolute need overtaking him. Tangling his other fingers into my hair, he crushes my mouth to his. Deleting the space between us, his tongue sweeps over mine and erases any other thoughts that I might have had. I need his kiss the way he needs mine. Our tongues dance like reunited lovers. We trade breath and heartbeats. My hand is trapped between us, crushed between my soft breasts and his firm chest. I feel our heartbeats thundering together against my hand. I imagine a trail of electric love pulsing from one heart to another, forever entangling us. We are inseparable. Our hearts beat in the same frenetic rhythm, keeping time with our kiss and rushing our blood through our bodies for what moves us.
More than lust, we need to claim each other. Kiss until the world stops turning.
Well, and fuck until we both black out, fall asleep, and do it all over again.
I nibble his lip, pulling back my tongue and grazing my teeth over his lower lip. I hold it for a second and then let go, breaking our kiss.
"Please?" I say, my voice soft as tissue paper. I wonder for a second if he heard me, but then I remember that there's no one quite like the human weapon that Sanders is. He tears off his shirt, slides his belt off so fast it snaps, tears down his pants. I yank down his jeans right after he unbuttons them.
Kneeling down, I tear down those boxers too, letting his massive cock thwack right against my face since I pop it free so quickly. I bring the head into my mouth and kiss it with tongue, feeling the sensitive underside of his cock in my mouth for a few delicious moments before I pop it out, rising up to remove my own clothing with the same speed that Sanders removed his own. I intend to ride that glorious cock and I can't wait another moment.
Sanders is watching me take off my clothes, backing up onto the bed. Such a good man, I'll have to repay that really well.
Of course, I already intended to ride his cock until we both exploded in a flurry of orgasms. But there's something else that I have in mind...something I am honestly a little afraid to do because his cock is so huge. But an orgasm on his cock should loosen my nerves and, well, make taking him in my ass a lot easier of a hurdle.
"What's going on in that delectable mind of yours?" Sanders says.
Ah, he can see my wheels turning.
I love that about him. I love so much about of him. He's protective, sweet, alpha yet tender...Sanders is what I would build the perfect man to be like, though I didn't know how much I needed him until those first few tastes. Or thinking I couldn't have him.
Now, he's all mine. Every inch of his delicious body. Every breath in his body can be mine in a kiss. In a hard fucking when I take every inch of that monster cock.
Yeah, I'm too fucking wet to be waiting another second longer. I tear off my panties and don't even bother taking my bra off. "Be a gentleman?" I ask as I climb on top of him. I don't even wait; I pull his cock to line up with my pussy's entrance and slide him right inside of me. I take every inch. My pussy is so wet that he slides inside me, inch by inch, frictionless. I bite my lips and my eyes roll back in their orbits. I need every bit of him and more and he needs to be inside me too. I hear him grunt and we both start to roll our hips together. His hands reach to pop off my bra's snaps and he tears it off.
"Thank you," I say with a smile.
Sanders is a gentleman. A gentleman that knows how to fuck me so good that I cry out with need at his every touch but tonight I am planning to fuck him so hard and so good that I am doing him a service with my body.
I lift my body up, leveraging my hands against his firm pectorals, and come down on his cock with everything I've got.
Sanders brings his hands to capture my breasts and hold them for their own leverage. He fucks his cock up into me and slams into me with such force that I scream, the sound caught somewhere in my throat with the struggle that only comes with getting fucked so very hard -- even when you're bouncing up and down on that dick yourself -- that your body ceases to function properly.
Seriously, it takes every bit of strength I have to keep up a good rhythm and ride him so well that not for a second do I let my hammering heartbeat or gasping mouth overtake me and make me fall over against his chest. His hands rove down my body and he holds my hips, but Sanders is not taking charge. I keep riding him like this and he won't, because instead he'll be.
Yeah.
Along for the ride.
A feel a smile widen across my face. "I love you so much," I gasp out as I thrust.
"I love you, too," Sanders says. The raw emotion in his voice makes my heart ache for him with such need. I suck in a breath and think about how I want so many things in life, but nothing so much as I want to belong to Sanders, forever. I exhale. A glint in his eyes catches my gaze. "You are everything I thought I'd never have, and more. I love you, always," Sanders says. His voice is thick with emotion. I pull his face close to mine, abandoning my leverage and grasping his face in my hands for dear life, drawing him in for a mad kiss, our bodies entwined and our lips following suit.
I kiss him with everything in my soul. My breasts spill against his chest, my skin soft against his firm pectorals. My nipples are stinging with the touch and the desire to touch him more. I will never be able to touch Sanders enough. Our bodies are touching everywhere, melded together in sweat and lust, and still it isn't quite enough.
Sanders grips my ass and holds me against him. I'm not bouncing against his cock but rolling my hips and taking him deeper with every second. His fingers dig into my skin, his cock twitches within me and his stomach is even grazing my clit enough to make zings of pleasure shoot through my body.
I break our kiss and bury my face in his neck, crying out against his skin. I taste the salt and the musk of his skin on my tongue. It fills me with desire to taste him like this, to feel his cock drive further and further into me, staying so deep. My pussy is fluttering around every inch of his cock. The heat in the room pulsates to a molten temperature, coursing lust through my body until I feel myself on the precipice of orgasm.
