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Nara
Ihad to hand it to him…Brodie had far more self control than I gave him credit for.
I mean, he’d pressed into my stomach what seemed like a very nice erection, and just when I thought I would faint from him torturing my nipple, he pulled back as if it were time to go home.
Not so fast.
Not sure what came over me, but I wanted to make him feel good. No, I wanted to make him feel great. And I guess I wanted to prove to myself that I could do it. I reached for his trousers and as fast as my fingers would allow, unbuckling, unbuttoning, and unzipping until I reached him.
And what a treasure I discovered.
He was hard as a baseball bat, and when I freed him from the tangle of shirttails and boxers, his cock bounced in freedom. I ran my hand along the shaft, which was too wide to completely close my fingers around, and marveled at the velvety softness of his skin.
When I reached the head and stroked a little more gently, I could swear he growled.
“Nara. Fuck, that feels nice.”
That was all the encouragement I needed. I fell to my knees and pointed him in the direction of my lips.
First, I licked a drop of precum from him, and then tormented him with circles around his crown. Then I took his whole head into my mouth—only the head—and created a suction that hollowed my cheeks. He looked down at me, his hands on my head. His balls were already pulled up nice and tight.
I pulled his cock out of my mouth, and ran it over my cheek, dying to feel him all I could.
I encircled his head once more with my lips, sucking and licking the most sensitive part, while he stroked the length. Little by little I took more of him until my lips replaced his hand, and he banged into the back of my throat.
My knees were getting sore from the hardwood floors, but truthfully, I barely felt them. My own sex was wet and hot, and more than a little achy.
I was pistoning his cock with my mouth in a steady rhythm when he pulled away from me and pulled me up by the arms. I barely knew what was happening, so engrossed I was in sucking him off, and before I knew it I stood there in nothing but my panties and high heels.
I went to kick off the shoes.
“No. Keep them on.”
He threw off his own shoes in order to step out of his trousers, and when he did, he picked them up to fish something out of his pocket. He ripped open a condom and handed it to me.
“C’mere,” he said, leading me into the living room. He pushed me against the sofa.
“Put the condom on me, please,” he said quietly.
I rolled the tight latex over his engorged hard-on, and as soon as I was done, he spun me around and bent me over the sofa back. He yanked my panties over my ass and down to my knees and his fingers flew to my hungry pussy.
It had been so long for me—too long, really—since I’d been lightheaded from the touch of a gorgeous, confident man. I’d missed it more than I’d realized.
“Are you ready, beautiful?” he asked.
“Yes,” I murmured.
He kicked my feet farther apart, and I felt him press up against my slit while I impatiently waited for him to stretch my pussy wide.
He entered just enough to open me, leaving me gasping.
“You all right?” he whispered.
“More,” I murmured.
And he did give me more, sinking deeper inside, an inch at a time so I could accommodate his girth. One last push, and his balls bounced against my clit.
He was seated in me to the hilt, holding himself there, while my orgasm built. I hadn’t known I could come that way, but my pussy contracted until I exploded over his thick hardness, while I was bucking my head and calling his name.
Just as I began to quiet, he began to pump again, plunging in and out of me until another orgasm built and I was bucking and screaming all over again. I couldn’t see or think, or even speak.
All I could do was mindlessly feel him, and the resulting, delicious sensations exploding over me.
In my delirium I only partially realized Brodie swelling inside me, and then convulsing into shudders.
“Yeah, it’s so good. Baby, it’s so good,” he murmured as his pumping slowed.
He pulled out of me, discarded the condom, and pulled us down to lie on the sofa where we dozed.
When I woke, Brodie had pulled a throw over me and was dressing.
“Where are you going? What time is it?” I asked, sitting up, groggy.
