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And let’s be honest. I wasn’t looking for a relationship, so who the fuck cared if the best thing about me was my cock and what I could do with it?
“Get on with it, Curly Locks, or else your jeans won’t make it home with you.”
I liked nothing more than ripping clothes off a woman, and depending on the chick, I would do it without the warning I just gave her.
Curly lowered the zipper on her jeans antagonizingly slow, but when I caught her eyes, I saw just a hint of mischief there. Girl knew what she was doing.
She lowered them with a bit of a shimmy and when they were off, leaving her in her bra and, to my disappointment, plain cotton boy shorts, I grabbed her hips and pushed her back onto the bed. Her eyes flared wide for a moment but I dropped my mouth to the top of her tit, sucking and biting.
She let out a breathy moan when my mouth continued its way down until my I surrounded her covered nipple.
I sucked her into my mouth, my teeth gently biting down around the globe, and my tongue pressing against the pebbled peak there. I scraped my teeth back as I lifted my head, leaving a wet circle where my mouth had been.
Curly lay under me, her hips moving against the bed but she kept her hands to herself. I needed more participation from her.
“Hands on my cock.”
I pulled down the fabric cupping her breasts and groaned at the sight of her erect, puffy nipples. Damn, I loved puffies. The way they felt in my mouth, an extra cushion around a pebbled, hard peak.
Her hands finally grabbed me and in reward, I dove for her other nipple, sucking her deep into my mouth while my hands went to her underwear. If she were in a fucking thong, I’d rip the damn thing off her.
Or pull it to the side and sink into her.
But she was in fucking granny panties, and I had to actually remove the damn things.
I suckled on her tit while her hands slowly moved up and down my shaft. My girth was my truest asset, and I could feel she had her hands locked together, completely covering me with her hands, as she moved up and down.
I pulled back from her tit, allowing my teeth to bite down a bit harder than what could be considered gentle, and reveled in her open mouthed moan. Fuck yes, Curly.
Sitting back on my knees, I covered her breasts with my hands, kneading and pushing the globes together then apart. I fucking loved real tits. Her hands faltered on my cock but that was ok. I pushed back, my hands still on her chest, until I was partially leaning over her. I moved my hands from her tits only so I could finally undress her fully.
I pulled the offending cotton from her, leaving her bra on and under her tits, pushing them up, and groaned at the site of her bare pussy.
With her curly hair and normal attire, I would have pegged her for all natural. Maybe bikini-kept, but not fucking bare as a baby’s bottom.
Still kneeling, but now between her legs, I took her ankles and folded her legs up and out so her wet, pink pussy was on display. My mouth watered as I saw her squeeze, a drop of her wetness seeping out of her. She was fucking soaked.
There would be no dry, uncomfortable penetration. She was going to be a slick, slippery glove and my cock wept its own precum in anticipation.
Needing a taste of her, I leaned down and into her, sweeping my tongue over her beautiful folds. My hands were still on her ankles, but I could feel as her knees dropped inward toward my head. She moved her hips as if trying to get away from my mouth, but I wasn’t having it.
One taste of her honey sweetness wasn’t going to be enough.
I wasn’t one for the foreplay, but her taste was fucking addicting.
I let go of one of her ankles so I could wrap my arm around her leg, laying my forearm over her hips to hold her down. As I put my mouth to her again, this time sucking and moving my face against her, I put my hand to the back of her other leg, pushing her thigh closer to her hip. The action trapped my hand against her but it also opened her up for me. Not wide with full access to her clit, but long, giving me access to her entire pussy and the puckered rose at her back.
Her hips bucked under my arm as I went to town on her. Sucking, thrusting, biting, nipping. My tongue flicked over her clit, then entered her pussy. I sucked and feasted on her wetness as she bucked and moaned and whispered my name. Her hands were in my hair, fisting the locks so fucking hard it hurt.
Give me more, Curly.
Pain with pleasure was the best line to cross.
I released my hold of her leg and her heel dropped to the bed beside me. I wasn’t giving her an inch, though, as I sunk two fingers into her wet, waiting pussy.
Her breath came out as a sob and her hips jolted with the intrusion.
She was swollen against my fingers and so fucking tight, I wanted to weep at the thought of her surrounding my fucking cock. It was going to be a tight fit, if the feel of my fingers in her was any indication.
