myself almost fall over the edge. I was hanging on by a thread, my pussy shaking and giving me that tap, tap, tap feeling, like it was saying fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. I was so close to losing myself in front of him.
“More,” I moaned.
He reached out and grabbed a piece of my ass, feeling it in his palm and between his giant fingers. “After I make you come and lick you completely, I want to turn you around and make you swallow my cock.”
“What if I can't fit it all inside my mouth?” I moaned quietly, arching my back. His hand fell to my wet panties and he pressed on it with three fingers, moving in a slow and circular fashion.
“Don't you worry about that. I'll train you. I'll make a woman out of you yet,” he said. I turned around and he had his belt hanging open and his zipper down. “It's all yours, baby.”
“Don’t you stop talking. Tell me what you want,” I said, crawling over to his lap. I reached out and felt the elastic band of his underwear and the denim over top of it. I pulled down both as he took off his shirt, revealing his incredible body.
“Take off your panties. I want them to hang around your ankles,” he said, extending his hand out to cup my breasts. Under my shirt, his fingers circled around my nipples, pulling lightly on the taut skin. “Strip for me, while I stroke my cock.”
I looked down at the throbbing rod and was instantly sent over the edge. My panties inched slowly down my trembling thighs and he just stared at me with his heavy, dark eyes. He spit down on his cock and stroked slow and methodical. I grabbed his other free hand and placed it on my clit. I fell forward in agonizing ecstasy. “I’m coming…” I moaned, feeling every ounce of pleasure squeeze out of me.
“That’s right, baby. Be a good girl for the boss…” He groaned back.
Leaning against the wall, he grabbed my hair and pulled back lightly. “I want you to sit on my face, while you choke on my hard dick.” He smiled, playing along with my little game. Today he had saved me in more than one way.
I turned around and hovered my ass over his face. My dripping pussy pulsated above him. He grabbed both cheeks and squeezed, spreading me open like a fruit. “I’m hungrier than ever,” he grunted, stuffing his face into me. I held my breath and wrapped my tongue around his throbbing flesh, bobbing up and down while he pulled on my silky hair.
“Well it’s obvious you like sucking my cock,” he said as his tongue swirled inside and out. “I could live like this forever.”
He was fucking solid. I had never felt a cock as hard as his. After today’s events, he was more than ready to bury himself inside of me, to disappear in the folds of my tender flesh. “Fuck me,” I purred. It was crazy, but I already felt close to that feeling of no return again.
He sat me down on his lap, teasing me and kissing my neck. His hands wrapped around my waist and he squeezed tightly, like I was all his. With one deep push, he was inside of me, and our breathy moans intertwined alongside our bodies.
“Ride me, cowgirl,” he smiled. He stared at me straight in the eyes, never breaking contact, never faltering. Our rhythmic motions kept us connected; him thrusting and me opening up for him. Up and down, up and down. Deeper now, deeper.
I grabbed his sturdy hand and held it in mine, rowing against the current. I placed his fingers around my throat and held them in place, still staring into his dark eyes. “Fuck me. Harder,” I cried. “Deeper.”
He placed his other hand around my mouth and whispered. “Shh.” Our breaths were quiet and controlled, our bodies pressed against each other. I was coming again, with his hands placed like that, and I felt the blood rush to my head. I grew dizzy with an immense pleasure and I fell backwards onto the carpet. He let go and placed himself over me. His body was like one of those tributes to a great God. The kind you see in the history books, like the sculpture of David, only he was even more perfect and chiseled.
“You want me to cum inside of you, don’t you?” His cock thrust into me, over