Page 82 of Stroked Hard
“Yeah, I’ve never done it like this before.” Shit, she’s adorable, the way she looks so unsure.
“Don’t worry, I’ll go slow. You tell me when you want more.”
I take her nod as the go signal and press the tip of my cock to her entrance. She’s so damn wet that I slide right in, inch by inch. She arches her back and clenches her jaw shut. Fuck, she’s tight.
“Okay?” I ask.Can’t get any other words out.
She nods so I continue while biting my cheek, trying not to go too fast, but it’s as if her pussy has some kind of suction because I slide in faster than I want. She’s so fucking warm, so perfect, like she was made for me.
“Jesus, I’m not going to last long.”
She starts to move her hips a little, clenching my cock and driving me crazy. I grab hold of her hips and start moving in and out of her.
“Oh God. You’re so . . . deep.” She gasps with my next thrust. It’s slow but when I get to the end, I swivel her hips. “You’re . . .” She pauses, her breath escaping her. “Oh yes, Hollis!” she calls out with another thrust. “It’s never been . . .” She gasps. Why she’s trying to talk, I have no fucking clue. “That’s a new spot.”
She clenches around me again, her hot heat starting to fucking milk me in all the right ways.
“Shit,” I mutter, my hips stilling so I can steady myself.Slow, Hollis.Take it fucking slow. But the throbbing in my cock is almost unbearable. I need release so damn bad.
She needs it slow.
Readjusting my grip, I start to slowly move in and out again as her ankles dig into my shoulders. From my view, her breasts sway with our movement, her lips part with each hilt of my thrust, and her eyes glaze over with absolute pleasure. It’s a sexy as fuck view on my end, one I’m memorizing for a lifetime.
“More,” she calls out. “Fuck me more, Hollis.”
“Faster?” I ask between clenched teeth.
“God. Yes.”
That’s all it takes, I let loose. I know I promised it would be slow, but fuck, I’m human, I need to give in to temptation, the feeling coursing through me, so I pound into her relentlessly. I never pictured Melony as a vocal girl in the bedroom, but shit, I’m sure as hell making her scream and I love every second of it.
“Yes, fuck yes, Hollis. Oh God, I’m going to come.”
“Hold off, baby. Not yet.”
“I can’t,” she cries.
Wanting to edge her just a little, I pull out. My cock is flipping me off, ready to detach itself from my body and finish fucking her but I don’t care, I wait for her.
A flash ofwhat the hell is going on?rushes through her eyes. She sits up on her elbows, letting go of the headboard. “Why did you stop?”
I can’t believe I’m about to say this, but I want her to know how much I worship every inch of her body.
Instead of answering, I bend down, her ankles still on my shoulders and lift her hips higher until they are near my mouth, I spread her lips and suck her clit into my mouth . . . once again. Her response . . . a plethora of swear words followed by incoherent screams as I continue to suck and lick her pussy.
Glancing up, I see tears streaming from her face as she rolls her head back and forth, fucks flying from her mouth, her legs pressing hard into me as she writhes on my tongue.
That’s it. That’s all I can take. While she’s still coming, I drop her hips, slip my cock in her warm heat, and fuck her senseless. There is no rhyme or reason to what I’m doing. I’m just taking everything I’ve ever wanted when it comes to this woman. I’m just hoping she’s willing to hand it all over.
I swivel with each thrust, digging deeper, and deeper, hitting her in that one spot.
“Oh God,” she cries, as if she can’t believe she’s about to have another orgasm. “I’m coming, Hollis. Oh fuck, I’m coming.”
Her pussy grips my cock, my balls tighten, shooting a warm feeling up my spine, turning my entire body into pins and needles. With one more thrust I lose everything. I come so fucking hard I black out, not seeing anything around me besides Melony’s pink lips. Spasms rack my body, chills spread over my skin, and for the first time ever, I feel lifeless. She literally sucked everything from me.
I collapse next to her and pull her similarly lifeless body next to mine so she’s forced to rest her head on my chest. We lie in silence as we catch our breath, my cock still throbbing, my heart pounding out of my chest.
That wasn’t sex. That was . . .how do I describe the best moment of my life?Shit.
