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She looked at me with a mixture of fear and raging desire, but she didn’t move.
“You better put that away, or you’re going to get hurt,” I said, my voice low.
Something flashed in her eyes. Maybe the realization that this was about to happen.
“Who’s going to hurt me?” she asked sassily, though she said it in almost a whisper. “You?”
I took the gun out of her hand and laid it on the nearest table, just a foot away. Then I turned back to her.
I was so close to her body, I could feel the heat radiating off her bare skin in waves.
“Yeah… I am,” I said, then put one hand on the small of her back and pulled her in close.
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Oh God… oh God, I’d wanted this so bad, and it was happening… it was really happening…
He pulled me to him, his massive arms crushing me against his rock-hard body, and he kissed me. Tender at first, his lips burning hot on mine… then harder. More insistent.
As we kissed, I put my hands on his chest, feeling the massive swell of his pecs, the firm lines of his muscles. He was wearing nothing but black boxers, and as soon as he pulled me to him, I could feel he was already hard.
“Oh God,” I moaned, breaking away involuntarily from his kiss. I let one of my hands drop below his waist to feel him through the cloth. So big… so thick… his girth filling up my grasp as I cupped him with my fingers…
He pulled me in roughly for another kiss, and I let him. He reached one hand under my wifebeater and moved up my back, gliding along my skin. The other reached down into my underwear and gripped my bare ass.
I ran my free hand over his arm, then around to his back, and finally grasped that glorious, muscular ass. With my other hand I slowly, sensually stroked his cock… feeling it jut out from the cloth, straining to be free.
His right hand moved from my back to my front. His rough fingers cupped my breast, manhandling me – and it felt fucking amazing. His fingertips squeezed my nipple, and I could feel the direct line of pleasure shoot to my pussy.
We were still kissing when I let go of his ass and cock and began to pull at the waistband of his boxers. He released me, and I tugged his underwear down, bending his massive erection under the material until it sprang free.
I moaned in anticipation as I sank to my knees. His cock was so gorgeous… and even bigger than I remembered. The head was swollen so tight it looked painful, and a tiny bead of precum glinted on the tip.
I cupped his balls in my hand, kissed him three, four, five times along his massive shaft… and then took the tip into my mouth.
Skin so silky smooth against my tongue… the taste of him, salty and sweet… his hardness filling the wet softness of my mouth.
“Fuck,” he breathed in as I tickled his sack with my fingers, then slowly worked my mouth down on that glorious cock.
He was so big it was impossible to take much of him – but I had fun trying. I ran my tongue along the underside of his head, felt the scalding heat of his skin on my lips, felt him expand for a second as a single contraction made him grow bigger in my mouth.
“Oh fuck,” he whispered as I bobbed my head. He took my hair in his hands and stroked it as I thoroughly wet him down.
He only let me play a moment before he backed away, the head of his cock withdrawing from my lips with a wet pop.
“What – ?” I asked, but I barely got the word out before those massive arms scooped me up from the floor and cradled me against his chest.
I shrieked in delight. Before I knew it he was kissing me deeply as he carried me across the den to his bedroom.
We were still kissing when he stopped moving. Without warning, he threw me down on the bed. I gave another shriek, wondering what was coming next –
And then both his hands seized my wife beater.
My heart thudded in my chest, wondering if this was a bad sign.
RRRRRrrrrrripppp!
