Her expression became a picture of perfect sensual pleasure. Her lashes drifted closed over her soft gray eyes, her face flushed, a delicate pink staining the creamy flesh.
Watching her, his body tight with the need for release and the demand to hold back, Khalid controlled her movements. One hand in her hair, the other wrapped around the base of his cock, he f**ked her mouth with slow, easy strokes, letting the pleasure wash through his senses.
The deep, measured suckling of her mouth over the sensitized crest was nearly more than he could bear, though. In all his sexual years he had never known the pleasure that Marty managed to send rushing through his body. She was like a narcotic, instantly addictive, always desired.
Clenching his teeth, he fought the tightening of his balls as she sucked him deeper, her tongue stroking over his c**k as he took her mouth with gentle greed.
Moving his hand from his c**k he watched as she wrapped the fingers of both hands around the heavy flesh. He wanted to touch her, to follow the curve of her breast, to feel the hardness of her ni**les.
Like responsive live pebbles, her ni**les were tight and hard, silken and heated. At his first touch he felt the little moan from her throat vibrate against his dick and nearly lost his control then.
His h*ps jerked, his ability to pull back nearly disintegrating beneath the heated strokes of her tongue and the snug suckling of her mouth.
"Your sweet mouth is destroying me," he groaned, his hands tightening further in her hair. "Are you sure you want this?"
There was so much he wanted to do to her. So much he would do if she gave him the chance.
Her answer was a moan and the swirl of her tongue over his cock, and the leash snapped.
Marty didn't know what she expected, but when he pulled back, his expression, his eyes wild, she was certain it wasn't quite this, though "this" sent screaming waves of pleasure and anticipation tearing through her.
"Over." She sure wasn't expecting him to turn her, to push her upper body to the bed as he lifted her hips.
"Khalid."
"You asked for all of me." His voice sounded torn, dark and dangerous. "Give it to me now, because I need all of you."
She felt his c**k tuck against the folds of her pu**y, spreading her flesh as it began to push inside, opening her, searing nerve endings that seemed to have forgotten the last time he had taken her.
"Sweet. Fuck me, you're so tight and sweet." His voice was rougher, deeper, darker. "Fucking you is like drowning in pleasure."
He surged inside her. Half the length of his c**k buried inside her in one firm thrust that had her fighting to lift her upper body from the bed in reaction.
A broad, calloused hand pressed her back down, held her there as he pulled back, then surged inside again. With each broad stroke his flesh buried deeper inside her, stretched her farther, and sent explosions of sensation erupting.
It was like being burned alive from the inside out with such incredible pleasure that there was no way to acclimate herself to it. She could only take it, love it, press back for more of it.
"Stay there." His hand lifted from her back. "Keep that pretty ass raised for me, sweet. Let me show you a mere shadow of the pleasure I can give you."
Marty's breath caught as his fingers moved along the crevice of her rear. Caressing, firm, demanding, his fingers stroked the juices of her pu**y from the heavy layer coating his c**k and the folds of her sex.
Slick, heated, his fingers always returned to her rear as she felt him like a thick, living wedge, buried inside her. The thunder of blood rushing through his c**k pounded through her pu**y as the heated rasp of his fingers began to press against the delicate opening of her anus.
She had never been touched there before Khalid.
Marty shuddered with the pleasure.
She had never been taken quite this way.
A desperate moan pushed past her lips.
His h*ps moved, his c**k easing back as a single finger slipped just inside the sensitive opening of her ass.
"Khalid." She could only gasp his name.
He thrust inside her again as his finger eased back. Seconds later he pulled back once more, his finger slipped deeper into her rear, and Marty lost that last fragile thread of control.
"Damn you," she cried out, feeling her juices gush between them a second before his finger slipped free entirely to gather more. His finger slipped in, coated the opening, then slid back once more.