My first thrust matches my hold. It’s precise. Rough and unyielding. Possessive. Unapologetically overpowering and proud of what I’m proclaiming. Her dripping wet lower lips scream for mercy on impact in tandem with her upper ones crying my name for the same.
The strong vibrations from both ends have me sinking my teeth into the edge of her foot on an undeniably savage groan. “Poseidonhavefuckingmercy.”
Brooklyn bows off the bed at the bite, clamping down on my dick. There’s no hesitation for my balls to curl up, more than ready and willing to answer her pussy’s demand for a reward over its irresistible tautness.
I’ve been with a lot of chicks.
I know the difference between recently fucked and hasn’t left the shores of celibacy in a season or two.
And, this woman, right here, has me ready to drop to my knees and kiss my lucky board that I’m the one she’s choosing to come out into the water for.
I screw my eyes shut in hopes that not watching her curvy figure will help prevent me from embarrassing myself two minutes into this session. It takes several yoga style breaths and great blessings from Oceanus to successfully stop me from blowing my load. Rather than whine or complain over the lack of movement, Brooklyn simply stills her figure. Calms her own breathing. Relaxes the muscles that are angered and thrilled to have my dick ready to worship them. The feeling of her toes wiggling convinces me to lift my lids to see the spectacle. Like the tempting little treat I know they are, I extend my tongue out to taste the one closest. As if her whimpers from the lick aren’t enough to make my knees wobble, the way her pussy wails ensure that they do.
My grip on her ankles stiffens at the same time I ask, “You like that shit, don’t you?”
Brooklyn slowly nods.
“Say it.”
Thrill tramples across her expression, though I’m not sure if it’s out of anticipation for more or over being bossed around.
“Say,” my teeth scrape downward towards her heel, “it.”
The instant they nip at her foot’s base she moans, “I like it…”
Feeling a bit of the power return to my possession causes me to have another nibble. “You want more?”
Brooklyn’s voice grows in desperation, “Please.”
An animalistic grunt escapes in tandem with a harsh heave. Her entire body bounces as does the bed itself. The thud against the wall reminds me of the amazing sound of the ocean crashing against my board. Greed to not only hear more of that but the reason it’s being made increases the barbarousness of my movements. I ruthlessly yank her down my dick over and over again, groaning louder each time her ass cheeks carelessly caress my balls. Waves of wetness drench my thighs. Her thighs. Each and every inch that comes anywhere close to her soaking center. I work the thumb of my free hand in vicious circles against her clit and gorge on the delectable reactions that endlessly seep free. An orgasm graces my presence like a passing rain shower, but it doesn’t falter my diving. My mouth feasts on her calves, her ankles, her toes at the same time my cock continuously devours her pussy. Her screams for more and harder and faster are lapped up by my ears while my eyes ravage the way her hips are bucking, and her fit figure is quivering. She struggles for air, yet I struggle to prevent the reprieve from occurring. Wanting her to drown in us and this moment, I thrust with everything I have, pumping so ferociously and holding on so fiercely I have no doubt we’ll be pointing out bruise spots on one another in the morning. The devoted efforts are bestowed another orgasm, although this one doesn’t resemble the last. Brooklyn’s sweat-covered frame flies off the bed in a shaking mess as praises of my name soar off her tongue. She pulls at her own tangled hair like a tow rope and scoots her hands around the mattress in search of what I imagine to be a lifesaver. Loving the way she’s lost to the tropical storm of her climax, I let myself become capsized by carnality, too. I expel a loud grunt, rip myself out, and shove her feet down to my crotch. The condom is barely off in time for her feet to capture the searing squirts of cum. Gasps of shock swiftly transpose into grateful whimpers, leading me to believe this woman is indeed meant for me the