and grasped it, and his tongue moved to circle around my clit, teasing it out of its hood. As his finger began to slide in and out of me, his tongue swirling and pressing into my pearl, I felt the tension rising. It was only moments when my leg wrapped around his neck and my body began to heave with each moaning breath. My hips raised as the climax crashed around me, and I came, my toes curling and my body shaking.
When I finally stopped shaking, I pouted for a second at the sensation of cool air on my center as he moved away from me. It was only for a moment, and only for him to stand and begin the slow removal of his clothes, though, so I relented. As his shirt fell to the ground and he reached for his belt buckle, I sat up on my knees. As he unbuckled, I pulled down on his zipper and undid the button holding the pants around his hips. It dropped to the floor, and I was level and inches from the massive bulge in his briefs.
I pulled them down slowly, reveling in watching as his cock was exposed, inch by inch, until the elastic passed the head and it sprung out at me, a heavy, hard club of unrivaled pleasure. I opened my mouth wide and took his head in me, sliding slowly down the veiny staff, my tongue sweeping from side to side underneath. Tom rested one hand on my neck, his thumb just in front of my ear, and he rocked a little into me.
I reached up, grasping his hips and moving him so he was directly above me. One hand slid up to cup his balls as he gently pressed his cock deep in my mouth. I tried to relax my jaw and throat, and he slid further down them with each thrust. I massaged him underneath, and the other hand reached up to grasp his ass, guiding him to press deeper as I relaxed. I wanted his cock down my throat, to feel him pulse and come and to take his essence in me, relieving him of his stress and giving him the release that he gave me. As he fucked my mouth, I moaned, and it was returned with a deep grumble from his chest.
One of his hands cupped my breast, but the other slid further down, getting between my thighs and circling my clit again. I cried out, my voice muffled as my mouth was full of his meaty, delicious cock. He began to thrust faster, and I resisted gagging on him, until he pulled out of me suddenly. I reached for him but found myself spinning. He pulled me to my feet and turned me around to face the couch.
I submitted to the aggression of his movements and spread my legs. He settled between my thighs, and I could feel the head brush through my sensitive folds and gather up the wetness of my pussy, preparing him for me.
I closed my eyes and waited, expecting the pressure of his massive cock filling me. He slid inside me slowly, letting me mold myself around him. His rocking was slow, purposeful, as he made sure I was ready for him. When I relaxed, I felt him slam into me once, hard. I cried out, and he held himself there. His hand tangled in my hair, and he pulled back, so I bowed backward toward him as he curled over me.
“Fuck me,” I whispered. “Hard.”
He needed nothing more. His hips rocked back, and he thrust deeply inside me, and I screamed in pleasure. He began a rhythm of hard, fast motion, his cock plunging into me and splitting me, filling me and touching the sensitive areas nothing and no one else ever had. His grip on my hair tightened, and his hot breath began to blow on my neck. He kissed the corner of my jaw and licked up to my earlobe as he fucked me, and I felt the tension rise again. It bubbled over fast, not giving me time to prepare, and suddenly, the powerful orgasm washed over me.
I tensed and convulsed in his grip as it rolled through me, and I heard him roaring above. His cock exploded inside me, coming with me and filling me with his hot, sticky fluid. I shook and moaned, and my pussy squeezed around his emptying cock, hungrily extracting every bit of his essence, until he