Page 84 of Wild Thing
My chest heaved as I struggled to maintain vision.
His tongue was experienced, his jaw relaxed as he ate me out on the back of the lounge.
I could stay here forever.
“You taste so good,” Brax whispered onto my pussy as he dived back in for more.
Was there anything sexier than a man that loved to eat pussy?
I ran my fingers through his black hair, pulling him in closer to my pelvis, as my breathing labored even more, letting him know I loved it.
“Brax, if you don’t fuck me now, I’m going to die,” I panted.
He pulled back, his mouth slick with my arousal, and smiled.
Standing up, he rested his hard cock on my soaking wet pussy. He leaned towards me and kissed me deeply, allowing me to taste myself.
I withered underneath the feel of his hard dick.
He pushed my legs open even wider and basing himself, rubbed his cock over my clit.
Once.
Twice.
Three times andohmygod.
He looked down at the teasing he was putting me through. “Fuck, look at you.”
I rolled my pussy against his cock in response. “Do you remember what it feels like to fuck me?”
He grinned in response and continued to slide his cock up and down my clit, spreading my slickness all over me.
"You ready?" he asked.
The feeling of his thick cock entering me made me lose my fucking mind in pure pleasure.
Gently, he pushed his cock inside me, stretching me open. He rested the head inside of me, before pushing it in, inch by inch.
He began to fuck me slow, but hard and with intention. Each thrust was a deep and powerful admission of his attraction.
“Fuck…”
He pumped faster, filling me, his face so handsome as he watched his cock being swallowed by my pussy.
Brax grabbed me by the back of my neck and angled my body so one of my legs was bent up beside me on the back of the lounge, thrusting into me deeper and deeper.
He was a fucking god.
So big, so powerful, so in control.
“You’re so tight,” he panted, as he thrusted into me. I cried out in pleasure. “You like being told that don’t you?”
“Yes,” I said breathlessly, as he drove back up into me. Impaling me, he lifted me up off the lounge and carried me over to the desk chair, where it was my turn to take control.
Still inside of me, he sat down in the chair, his gaze locked on my tits. He grabbed my breasts firmly, each one feeling heavy in his touch. “I’ve been dreaming about these tits.”
Gently, I rocked back and forth, squeezing my pussy on his cock as he sucked and flicked his tongue on my nipples.
