for me as if she were Beyoncé on stage giving the performance of her life. That was the moment she shed the remainder of her clothing and started her full monty ‘80s concert. I was gobsmacked; seeing her beautiful blond hair and knockers bouncing up and down while she sang happily was epic.
But now, Sara also mentions some song from the ‘80s and I answer her back like Emily taught me, and her reaction to my song choice is brilliant. Everything begins to happen at lightning speed; she pushes me down on the bed and kisses me like an animal. It’s not like before, this is intense and rough and it’s incredible. Her breathing is hard and the look in her eyes reveals a pure, desperate need, a kind of longing that’s strangling me and driving me mad. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this wanted or needed by another human being. I plan on giving her everything she wants; I understand what she needs and I don’t know what more I can do to get closer to her.
We’re full-on getting off and she is already working on my trousers. I can hardly wait to feel those delicate, soft hands of hers wrapped around my dick. I hope she pulls hard, squeezes me tight, and strokes me to fucking happiness. The sounds she makes should be illegal. Oh fuck, she just slipped her hand into my pants. When her fingers finally make contact with my cock, she must see something in my eyes that tells her she just bloody sent me to heaven.
We’ve stopped kissing, trying to catch our breaths, but she won’t stop rubbing me. Goddamn, she’s beautiful; every inch of her is smashing. She nods her head and I nod back, not sure what I’ve just agreed to, but there is very little I wouldn’t agree to at this junction. She lowers her head and starts kissing down my chest; she licks and flickers her tongue at each of my nipples, stopping to slowly kiss the tattoo over my heart, which causes my heart to explode, too. I have never had anybody touch my tattoo before, let alone kiss it. I don’t know what I fucking feel, but it’s like someone set my insides on fire and I’m willing to let them burn. Please God, don’t let her stop. I don’t even want her to look away; this moment needs to go on forever.
Her lips continue down my stomach, slowly teasing me along the way, her eyes not once abandoning me and it’s the closest I’ve ever been to baring my soul to a girl. She is with me, not with Louis Bruel, not with Jeffery Rossi, she is with me—Liam Knight, by choice. She moves lower, positioning herself at my crotch. My cock looks enormous in her hands and it feels surreal doing this with her. She pumps and rubs my tip over her closed lips, spreading my pre-cum, in the perfect position to take me in. Open your mouth and taste me, I beg her telepathically because I don’t reckon myself capable of actually speaking. The tip of my shaft touches her smooth skin and I know she’s about to taste me. I’m about to shatter.
How did we get here? How did I manage to get this beautiful woman I’ve just met under the worst possible circumstances to allow me to ram my dick in her mouth? All I can think is God bless America; this girl is going to make me see stars today.
“Hungry Eyes” by Eric Carmen
I’m in the middle of an out-of-body experience and I can’t stop, or even slow it down. The hunger that this man has unleashed inside of me will not be satisfied until we’re both passed out cold.
His dick feels perfect, I’m acting like a complete slut, and it feels even more perfect. I shouldn’t think of Emily right now, but she wasn’t kidding about his balls. I don’t have much to go on from personal experience, but I have yet to see anything resembling Liam’s balls attached to a human. I have an unexplained animalistic need to taste him and smell him and make out with his impressive penis. I play with his tip and spread the moisture around my lips like lip gloss, failing to play it cool and dying to taste every part of him. I know I shouldn’t be comparing him to anybody or even letting my mind think of anything but him and us