me. Lying down, I spread my legs.
“Touch yourself.”
He stroked his cock as I played with my clit, which was so inflamed and sensitive I flinched.
“Can you see how big my cock is? It’s because of you. You’re a hot woman, and you have a beautiful cunt.”
His voice had that deep, impaling drawl to it.
“Fuck yourself with your finger.”
I’d masturbated alone and although I’d orgasmed, it was never as intense as having Blake’s sultry gaze burning into me.
He remained seated. I knelt before him. His eyes fell into mine, and he wore a faint smile
“What are you doing, Penelope?”
“I want to suck you.”
“Suck my what?”
“Suck your cock,” I said, my voice choking from arousal.
He opened his legs a little wider so that I could place myself between him and hold his big erection in my hand. Taking it by the base, I placed the creamy head on my lips. Its stickiness sat on my tongue. I channeled a delicious ice cream and licked away. I looked up and noticed that his eyes were closed and his lips had parted.
“Put it in your mouth. Suck it hard.”
Being a novice, I followed his advice.
“Ah… that’s nice. You’ve got a beautiful mouth.”
I moved his wide shaft in and out. His length was way too long to fit, and I started to gag. He removed it from my mouth.
Helping me up off my knees, he took me into his arms and walked me to his bed, where he gently lowered me. He parted my thighs and lowered his face between my legs.
He licked and sucked at my clit, making my toes clench. As I arched my back, I nearly swallowed his tongue with my pussy. Cream trickled down my inner thigh, and as he entered me with his tongue, fireworks went off.
Turning me over, he entered me in one hungry thrust, and going so deeply that I cried out. His mouth on my neck, he rasped, “Do you want me to stop?”
“No. I like it this way.”
“Good, because I’ve been thinking of doing this all day. Your beautiful ass against my stomach.”
I pushed aside the question of how he came to have so much spare time to think of my ass, even though hearing that made my vagina spasm violently as his thrusts deepened.
“I’m addicted to you,” he said, sounding tortured as his cock entered again, the friction so intense that my moans deepened.
We were like animals surrendering to a primal form of lust. The only time I’d been in that pose was for yoga, and it had never felt that good. He’d positioned me on all fours, my tits bouncing up and down in his palms, his mouth biting into my neck as he impaled me. My lips parted as my sighs tangled with his tormented groans, which turned into growls the harder he thrust.
The pain of his driving hardness should have hurt, but it became addictive, and the more I surrendered, the more the heat intensified. Contractions became spasms until I succumbed to a hot gush of bliss that seemed to stretch beyond a climax.
Blake’s panting gasps dampened my ear. “Oh… Penelope,” spilled out of his groan. And then he released in a spasm as semen shot in so deep it felt like it would drown my brain.
He fell on his back and gasped for air.
Blake seemed out of it for quite some time. I wondered if he might have died. His eyes closed and his wet lips parted, like an animal who’d just feasted to the point of gluttony.
I remained inert as well. So that’s what hard-driving sex feels like.
We turned to face each other.
He stroked my cheek. “You’re beautiful.”
“That was pretty full-on.”
“You orgasmed, though. I felt you.”
I nodded. I sure did. Unimaginably so.
“Did I hurt you?” he asked, studying my face.
“No… but it was dirtier than the last time.”
He rose from the bed, and as he strode to the sideboard, his ass flexed with each step. Perfectly proportioned, his legs were athletic and long. I imagined him being a fast runner or a long jumper.
He headed to a bottle of Scotch. “Can I offer you a drink?”
“Only water,” I said.
He poured me a glass from a crystal decanter and then poured himself a shot of whisky.
Setting the glass by my side, he joined me on the bed.
“You don’t like it like that?”
I turned to look at him. “I do. But I also feel like a slut.”
His brows squeezed tight. “Oh.” His mind ticked away, searching for the right response. “That’s not