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It’s official. I’ve died and gone to heaven. No earthly sensation can feel this amazing. Lisa’s pussy is otherworldly. She’s not just tight, she’s fuckingtight.Holding me in a vise-like grip. She’s not wet, she’s goddamn soaked, dripping the length of my dick and all over my balls. I’m holding her hips tight, probably painfully, but I can’t loosen my grasp. I need to clutch at her. My eyes are glued to our joined sex. Her voluptuous pussy lips parted, my thick cock gliding in and out, glistening with her juices.
Hands grabbing firmly on my shoulders, Lisa plants her short manicured nails into my skin. The sharp pain magnifying my pleasure. It’s going to leave a mark.Good.
“That’s it, baby. Fucking bounce on it. It’s all yours. Fuck yourself on daddy’s cock.”
She moans louder at my dirty talk and I can hold back a strong up-thrust, making Lisa cry out her pleasure.
“You like that, dirty girl? You fucking like daddy pushing his hard cock up your tight, wet cunt?”
Lisa lets out another loud whimper and I can tell she’s close.So fucking close!I band a strong forearm around her waist, firmly holding her in place, and start pistoning into her, hot, drenched, tight channel. She bounces in my lap like a ragged doll, throwing her head back between her shoulders. Her eyes rolling back, full lips parted into a silent cry, rippling around me like she’s about to fucking swallow me. We’re both close, so I press the pad of my thumb on her swollen clit. One pass and the hood is pushed back, the sensitive bundle of nerves at my mercy. A few well-placed strokes and Lisa comes undone. Shaking, whaling and spasming in my arms.God, she’s beautiful. Completely unashamed. Owning her sexuality, abandoning herself in my arms.
I wanted to talk tonight, get to know her better, but the way she lets her body respond to mine with such complete abandon, I know she’s giving me more truths than an evening of conversation could have.
I feel the telltale tingle of my imminent orgasm prickle at the base of my spine. My mouth falls on Lisa’s and I plunge my tongue deep inside her warm wetness. Stroking and coxing her tongue. All at once, continuing to fuck her through her orgasm and chasing mine. When I feel my climax is imminent, I pick her up, flip her on her back, and thrust deeper and harder than ever. Lisa explodes with more waves after waves of ecstasy. She moans loudly, calling my name over and over, pushing me over my tipping point.
I root myself to the hilt, my body contracting from the insanely intense pleasure. Feeling long, hot ropes of cum spray inside her. She tightens impossibly around me, sucking me in, milking me. Eyes squeezed shut, I let my orgasm take over and just grab on to Lisa’s hip with a hard clench. When the tsunami of sensations finally recedes, I slowly pull out and we both watch my semen spill from her gaping cunt. Taking myself in hand, I run the head of my cock through her folds, painting her flesh with my sperm, rubbing it over her clit, pushing it back inside her pussy. Lisa lets out short, breathy gasps, her eyes riveted to my indecent ministrations.
Finally, the head of my cock becomes too sensitive to continue. I grab my sweater and gently wipe the insides of Lisa’s thighs as clean as I can, my eyes never leaving her warm, chestnut gaze.
She looks satisfied… and wiped. I press a soft kiss to her forehead.
“Time to take you home, love.”
Lisa purrs from the back of her throat. I arrange our clothes as much as possible, but since we went at each other like our lives depended on fucking, the result is not convincing. When she’s mostly decent, I gather her in my arms and stride toward the elevator.
Tonight’s warm summer night was perfect for our sexcapade, but it’s time to take my queen home.
* * *
My driver takes us home in a comfortable silence. Lisa is tucked into my side. Soft, warm and curvy. She smells fucking amazing, of her perfume, her own feminine musk and sex. So much sex. All the sex.
I brush my lips at her temple, eyes lost outside the window. Watching without seeing the passing landscape and traffic.
“I want you to spend the night at my house,” I say against her hair.
And she simply nods, tucking her face deeper in the crook of my neck. Her soft breaths tickling my sensitive skin, kiss-swollen lips every so often brushing my Adam’s apple, my jaw. Nuzzling me, inhaling my scent.
Inside my house, I give Lisa a quick tour and watch her expression brighten at the sight of my music room. Hip hop, jazz and blues posters of artists, and album covers on the walls. A large piano in the middle of the room. A state-of-the-art sound system against the opposite wall. Guitars, a drum set, and various other instruments set up around the room.
Lisa inquires with a spark of deep interest in her beautiful eyes, “you play?”
I nod.
“Which instrument?” she pushes.
“All of them,” I reply with a grin.”
“Wow, Malik Ford, aren’t you full of surprises?”
“Good ones, I hope.”
“The best,” she answers softly.
Our gazes hooking and heating. I extend an arm to her.
“Let me show you the master bedroom.”
Lisa follows me into the house, our bare feet padding on the thick carpet, our desire reigniting, a list of all the ways I want to take her next, scrolling through my fervid brain.
