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Then my lips met the trail of hair that started just below his belly button. I followed it down with my lips until I reached the gray elastic band of his Fruit of The Loom boxer briefs.
The hard ridge of his cock was pushed down, held down tightly to his right upper thigh by the tight elasticity of his underwear.
I could see it pulse with each beat of his heart, and my mouth watered to take his length into my mouth.
“Please,” Kettle rasped as I lingered too long at the waistband of his underwear. “Take ‘em off.”
I ignored him, instead letting the tip of my nose trail down onto the soft cotton of his briefs until I reached the base of his hard dick. His smell was musky and warm, all hard and horny male.
Pressing a kiss to the hard column of his cock, I trailed my lips down the length of him. My lips met the skin of his thigh, and the tip of his cock that was still covered by the material.
Opening my mouth over the head of his cock, I let my breath fan out and warm his length. His hard cock jumped with the different sensation, and I used my nose to nudge up the leg of his underwear until the very tip of his cock was uncovered.
My hands, which had been idle at my side before now, started moving up the outside of his thighs until they came to rest on the notched edges of muscle that formed the V on his lower abdomen.
As I flicked my tongue over the tip of his cock, I stroked my fingers along those ridged muscles, teasing him with my just barely there touches.
His tummy, which had been sculpted but pliable before the touching had begun, now resembled a slab of stone.
I could make out even more muscle now than there had been before, and it was a tossup on what I wanted to lick. There were just too many options to choose from.
In the end, he was the one who decided for me.
With one hand in my hair, he yanked me back, making my flicking tongue, which had been circling the head of his dick and running around the crown, lose its plaything as he roughly threw me back to the bed.
The low throb that had been pulsing softly before now started to burn with need. Warm slickness started seeping out of my channel, lubricating my entrance for him.
I hit with a soft bounce and watched as he shucked his underwear, moved in between my legs, pushed my panties aside, and thrust his hard cock deep inside of me. Bottoming out before withdrawing and slamming home once more.
The hard thrusts were not nice. They were jagged. Unbreakable. Desperate thrusts that showed just a hint of what Kettle was feeling right then.
His breath sawed in and out of him in ragged gasps.
The panties that were bunched at the base of his cock rubbed against my clit coarsely but, strangely, it worked for me.
The rough lace felt so foreign, so utterly wrong, that it was surprising that it would also make my pleasure all the more intriguing.
“God, yes,” I panted as one particular thrust had my head smacking into the headboard.
Normally, Kettle would’ve backed off, moved me to the end of the bed so I would be in no way uncomfortable, but Kettle was gone. In his place was a ravaged man who needed me to take him away from the horrid things that happened that night.
Which was why I was letting him use my body as an outlet. He was fueling our coupling with the rage and hurt he was feeling. Punishing both of our bodies.
“Hold on,” he said coarsely, before abruptly pulling out of me and roughly flipping me over until I was on my belly. “Get your knees up under you. Keep your shoulders and face on the bed.”
I did as I was told, following his directions implicitly.
Once in the desired position, he got a hold on my hair again, pulled it back roughly, and slammed his length back inside of me.
“Fuck,” we both hissed.
He was fucking me so hard now that I practically felt it in my throat.
His huge length was tunneling inside of me so hard that our flesh was making a loud smack each time our hips met.
Then the hand that was not busy pulling back on my hair went to the cheek of my ass and squeezed. Hard.
He took his thumb and ran it along the seam of my sex. Gathering my wetness on his finger, and then he thrummed the very tip of my clit, making my orgasm crash through me.
