I start to smile, but he kisses me again, rougher, then yanks my shirt open. Buttons pop and he drags the cup of my lace bra down to grip my breast. Straddling me, he shifts down and bites the curve of my flesh, not hard but sending erotic heat spiraling through me. He nips and licks all around my tit, then sucks hard on the nipple.
A groan rises in my throat.
He yanks my shirt from the waistband of my skirt and unbuttons it while he sucks one nipple, then the other, shoves it back off my shoulders and down, trapping my upper arms. Then he flips me over onto my belly. My hair falls in my face, and I gasp as he wrestles down the back zip of my skirt and pushes it down my legs. He grips my ass again in a hard squeeze, throwing a leg back over me.
Lust slams through me.
He bends and kisses my butt cheek, grazing it with his teeth, then sliding his tongue over it.
“Oh God.” I pant as heat builds hotter inside me.
“Such a pretty ass.” He gives me a little swat. “So round and perfect.”
He climbs up on me again, fisting his hand in my hair and tugging my head up. I gasp again as he wraps an arm around my throat, giving me his weight. I’m helpless but also powerful, needy and consumed by desire, but also giving because I know what he needs—control. Acceptance. And most importantly, trust. I trust him.
He rolls to his side, bringing me with him, my ass pressed to his groin where his cock bulges behind the fly of his jeans. One arm still under my shoulders, his other hand slides into my panties and squeezes my pussy. “There. Hot. Wet.”
I’m aching and throbbing, and the heavy touch is what I need. “Yes… yes.”
His fingertips find my clit and pinch and rub it vigorously. He kisses me, wet, sloppy, crude kisses while I gulp for air. I’m full of sensation, sharp and biting, soft and sleek. I’m hungry and wild and bold.
I’m so close to coming when he moves away. He turns me onto my back and moves between my legs, opens his zipper, and pulls out his cock. It’s swollen, the crown smooth and shiny with pre-cum. He gives himself a rough stroke. “You want this?”
“Yes.” I’m trembling, so excited I almost can’t bear it. “Please. Give it to me. Give it to me hard.”
“Oh yeah.” His jeans sag around his lean hips, and he curls his fingers beneath the string of my thong and yanks. The panties rip and heat flashes through my veins. His sexual power enthralls me, captivating me.
He pushes my legs up and back until my pussy is in the air. On his knees, he leans down and shoves his face into my wet folds. His tongue prods; his lips suck on tender flesh. Desire pools right there, between my legs, my pussy throbbing.
“You taste amazing,” he growls. With hard hands, he parts me, then pushes two fingers inside me, plunging them in and out. He groans and returns his mouth there, fingers finding my clit again.
I grip the duvet cover, my head tossing, sensations crashing inside me, smashing and slamming.
He straightens, his T-shirt now gone, then grabs me and flips me yet again, now onto my front. My bra is gone. He pushes me down to the mattress with a big hand on my back, blazes a string of kisses up the middle of my back, nips at my shoulder, then growls, “Turn over.”
I roll, looking up at him. His eyes flash as he strokes my hair back, then cups my throat. “Gorgeous. Such a gorgeous girl.”
My eyelids flutter, and the moment of tenderness passes as he falls upon my breasts again, pulling a nipple into his mouth and tugging on it, then the other. He cups them, holds them to his mouth, and uses his teeth until I’m throbbing and writhing.
Now his jeans are gone and he’s completely naked. He crawls until he’s over my chest and his cock is right at my mouth. He takes it in hand and rubs it over my lips. His eyes meet mine, and despite his aggression I see the question there.
In answer, I open my mouth and slide my tongue over the tight tip of his cock.
“Fuck yeah.” Knees beside my head, he pushes into my mouth.