Page 102 of Stroked Hard
Dizzy from lust, all I can do is stare.Want.
Moving forward, timing everything perfectly with the music, he takes hold of my knees with his hands and thrusts them open as the words “jump on it” ring through the room. His body rolls up mine, resembling a wave only for him to fall back to his knees. On the third swing, his head lowers to my pussy that’s exposed to the air, his nose running erotically on the side.
Oh, fuck me. Fuck me, I’m so gone.
On the fourth roll, he rubs his nose along the other side, my clit pounding out of control.
Please for the love of God, just lick me. End this torture.
“Please,” I beg. I’m not opposed to begging now.
On the fifth roll, his head pauses, his tongue peeks out, and my body stills. My eyes are trained on his every move, willing him to finally put pressure against my clit, and right when I think he’s going to retreat, he dives his tongue forward.
My hips fly forward, my head juts back, and I moan the loudest moan of my life. Without even thinking, my hands go to my breasts where I massage them as Hollis flicks his tongue up along my slit.
“Yes, oh God yes, Hollis. Just like that.”
I literally can’t feel my legs, I’m pretty sure they detached from my body. My lower half is actually non-existent. The only thing I can feel is Hollis’s forceful tongue greedily eating me alive.
His thumbs glide closer and closer to my center as he continues to lap me up. He makes circular motions, until he moves my hips forward to the edge of the chair, parts my pussy with his thumbs, thoroughly exposing me. When I’m ready for him to finish me off, push me over the edge, he removes his tongue and licks his lips while looking up at me. My clit is burning, seeking release, but now only being cooled off by the fan up above.
I’m on the verge of tears. I’m so desperate. “Hollis, what are you doing?” I ask meekly, so wrung out from his teasing.
“Just trying to decipher if you’re faking it or not,” he says with a smirk.
I’m going to kill him.
He must see the anguish in my eyes because he says, “Just say it, baby, tell me there is no way you can fake it with me.”
I don’t even hesitate, the words fly out of my mouth before I can stop them. “Hollis, you’re by far the best I’ve ever had. I could never fake it with you.”
That garners me a full-on grin.
“That’s what I thought.”
Stepping away, he shucks his shorts to the side, letting his cock spring forward. Staring down at me, he grips it with his strong hand and starts pumping himself. Memories of the night he jacked off in front of me coming flooding in, turning the heat up in my body one more notch.
“Stand up, baby, turn around, and stick your ass in the air while placing your palms on the chair.”
Not wanting to waste another second, I do as he says.
“Spread your legs wider.”
Once I spread them, I feel his body come up from behind, his heat pouring off him. With one hand, he runs his hand over my ass, squeezing it hard while the other rubs the tip of his cock along my soaking-wet pussy.
“Oh fuck, baby. You’re so wet for me.”
“Only you,” I mumble, blood starting to rush to my brain from the position.
“That’s fucking right,” he calls out just as he slips his entire cock inside me, not taking his time at all.
Once in position, he steadies himself at my hips, and then starts moving in and out of me. At first, it’s in time with the rhythm of the music, slow with little thrusts when he is fully inserted. It’s sexy as fuck, his body slowly dancing with the music as he fucks me from behind.
And just when I think it can’t get any sexier, Hollis starts to sing, his voice deep, rough, sensual, telling me to ride his pony.
Where the hell did this man come from? He’s nothing I’ve ever experienced before, so secure with his sexuality, making sure to keep things slow, seductive, but with a touch of domineering roughness. I’m going to combust.
Leaning over my body, he whispers into my ear, singing, and reaches around to my front to pinch one of my nipples. A burst of white-hot pleasure shoots straight through me, surprising the hell out of me. My pussy contracts and I fall over the edge, his name falling from my lips as my orgasm rips through every pore of my body.
