watch me squirm I demanded more of his mouth, his touch, his body. His tongue flicked over my breast and every little nip earned my squeal. He liked that. He bit harder and I tried to flinch away.
It was useless
He was a monster of a man Covered in tattoos. Tensing with muscle.
Grinding a cock impossibly hard and frighteningly large against my leg. He flexed as he held me down, revealing the chiseled definition of his body.
This man was a god.
I never saw, never touched such muscle. He positioned his body over me, steady. His biceps didn’t tremble as
he supported his entire weight. He leaned over me, and one thing was absolutely certain.
He was stronger, sexier, more confident than any man had right to be.
And he knew it.
That was why his cock was so hard. That was why he feasted on my body, why his kisses edged from nipple
to nipple. They layered a heated path from the underside of my breast to my navel. Then, finally, they descended where he had already claimed with his mouth twice before.
I dripped for him. Too much. Embarrassingly so. I passed ready and lost myself in
desperation . My hips
arched to meet his mouth, and the strike of his tongue against my clit rendered me useless, weak, and rattled with shivers.
“So sweet.” he murmured. He unbuckled his pants, but his lips never left my pussy. He licked and sucked and enjoyed me. “I want you to cum for me.”
I cam
every time he touched me. Every time I thot about him. When I fantasized about him. At night, I touched myself imagining being stripped and at his mercy. In my bed, I’d traced my fingers on my clit and imagined the stroke of my hand was his exploring tongue within my petals.
And now I had him again, just where my body needed.
But his tongue wasn’t enough this time. I whimpered. He understood. He spread my legs and surveyed my nudity. Every moment of his gaze was endless praise, and I never felt so desired.
He licked his finger and stared at me. I
gasped as he poked my slit, exploring my tight entrance. I held my breath as he pushed within me.
“Tease…” I whispered.
The touch only heated me more. His finger became something for my body to clench. I imagined it was his hard cock, fantasized about the torrent of cum he
promised me.
His lips wrapped around my clit as he thrust with his finger—in and out, rubbing every inch of my delicate core. He hooked his finger and teased a rough spot.
“Fuck, you’re tight…” he growled. “Think you can fit me in this tiny pussy?”
“Oh, my god” I gripped the
bed. Nothing had ever felt like this before.
He laughed as my body clenched him harder. My hips bucked. Amai, he was killing me. My hands ached to feel more than the sheets. I had to touch him, and not just his shoulders or teasing thru his hair. I hadn’t seen the trouble he
packed between his legs yet.
I deserved to know what would thoroughly destroy me when he finally took me for his own.
I whimpered, a combination of my own desire and timid curiosity. “Can I taste you?”
Those were the words “Play-Maker” lived to hear. He groaned as he pulled
from my slit, but he moved fast. His pants kicked away, and he unleashed exactly what my body craved
His cock jutted from between his legs. Proud. Impressive.
Almost frightening.
The tattoos on his chest didn’t end at his hips. They wrapped around, coiled him in bands of color
and words. They swirled over his waist and edged angrily, deliberately, around his cock.
Fuck, what kind of man would risk a tattoo so near there ?
What man actually wanted a tattoo so close to that sensitive area?
I knew that answer. The only man who would tattoo his cock was
the playboy who planned to show it off.
That meant I was probably in trouble.
I was starting to like trouble.
He gripped me, tossing me over his body as he rested on the bed. He aimed me for that pulsing, thickening cock as my legs straddled his head. My stomach flipped. I
never exposed myself like that before.
My fears dissolved as soon as his mouth regained his conquering of my slit. He seized my clit and enslaved me with his tongue.
My body jerked and shook and sweated. His thick cock hardened just for me. I captured it with a tentative hand
wrapping my fingers around the solid base. There was no way he’d fit this inside me. His cock was too big, almost villainous and intimidating. I could only imagine how full I’d be once it slid into my core.
Forced inside me.
Rutted through me.
I groaned and ran my tongue along
the hot flesh, tracing a thick, pulsing vein and earning his gratitude. The muffled growl vibrated between my legs. His tongue slipped inside as the head of his cock popped into my mouth. The salty skin drove me wild, and I moaned like a wanton little whore over the taste of
his cock.
Masculine. Clean.
Delicious.
What should have scared me only turned me on. I loved the weight of his cock in my hand, the heat, the unbelievable size. I’d savor every inch in my mouth if only to prepare my body to take the same inside my pussy.
Bare .
“ Fuck , Lyn.”
His whisper enthralled me. “Holy shit. Suck me like that.”
His tongue worshiped me, scorching the delicate skin with the rasp of his breath and tying me into a knot of absolute need. I took as much of his cock into my mouth as I could. It prevented me from begging. He promised
my clit the same pleasure as I whispered to his heated shaft.
I couldn’t hold back. His hardness and heat stole my mind, and the vulgarity of exposing my most intimate secrets to him overwhelmed what remained. My orgasm crested violently, as if he had struck me. I swallowed
his cock and muted my cry with his thick flesh. The swirls of his tongue delivered me to a perfect agony. He suckled my clit and prepared me for the thrill of something far better.
I cried his name. He couldn’t hear me with my mouth stuffed full of cock. It was the most
gratuitous, most sinful thing I’d ever done, and I came again and again at his will, because of his lips, in praise of his tongue.
My peak crashed me against his body, and he seized control. He tossed me off of him, forced me onto the bed, and spread my legs.
He saw everything
My trembling.
My wetness.
My exposed and wanting pussy, needing his cock to slam me full of his seed.
He stared at me, watching as I convulsed and my breath pleaded with him in ragged gasps. His muscles tensed as if he fought himself. His broad shoulders and biceps tightened.
Every tattoo on his arms flexed.
We passed lust and entered into a world of raging instinct. His inherent desire to dominate and seize trapped me between right and wrong and natural submission.
He spread my legs and settled between them. My puffy, swollen pussy begged to be
filled with his entire length I shivered in the remnants of my orgasms, blinking away the dark halos that threatened my vision.
I couldn’t breathe I didn’t care
I couldn’t move. There was no other place for me in the world.
His appraisal of my body manifested in the tightening
of his cock. It glistened from my attention, and he fisted it in his hand. He grunted with a dangerous arousal.
“Last chance to turn back,” he warned.
I licked my bottom lip, tasting where he bit too hard“I’m not scared.”
“As soon as I shove my cock in you, I’m not pulling out
His words thrilled me.
“Do you promise?” I whispered.
“I’m not stopping. You’re getting fucked, and nothing’s going to change that. But if you want me to put a condom on, now’s your last chance.”
No .
I hated the thought. I didn’t want anything separating us. My body needed to
be full of him—not just his cock, but everything else that would come it.
I didn’t answer him. I rested against the bed and spread my legs a little lighter. My hips bumped up, brushing his hand, teasing the head of his unprotected cock against my slick petals.
He shattered. He
jerked himself harder, but he understood. He lowered his cock as if to test me. Or maybe he teased himself. He rubbed the swollen head against my slit.
How could something so hard feel so soft?
And so hot…
I never took a bare cock before. It was too risky in relation to my
grand plan. The head beaded with a dangerous, silken droplet. He stared at the little bead of pre-cum. We both held our breath as he ground his shaft into me once more, blending my wetness with his.
The sensation overwhelmed me. I arched, nearly forcing him into my pussy.
“This is what I want.” I begged. “You. Inside me. Raw .”
His turn to get wild. He fisted cock harder, eyes narrowed for the hunt.
“You better hold on tight.” He abandoned his grin for a masculine, primal determination. “You’ve never been fucked like this before.”
“Have you?”
He answered with every honesty I needed to hear. “No.”
The head pressed against my pussy, easing against me as if he feared he’d break me in half. He was probably right.
His cock was either a nine inch nightmare of flesh or pulsing promise of sheer pleasure.
I had no idea what
would happen when he finally slammed within me.
The thick head popped inside me, stretching me full of a man more muscle and hardness than gentle patience. I gasped, my surprise echoing in a quiet Oh!
He took his time to enter me, but it wouldn’t last long. Both of us needed
more than the slow drag of his cock, inch after inch into a tightness that hadn’t been taken like this…ever.
“So… soft …” he rasped as his fingers dug into my thighs. He pushed my legs back and watched as his thickness slowly impaled me. “Hot.”
I nodded, grunting as his
hips bucked, forcing himself halfway into me.
“I’ve never felt like this…” I whispered. It revealed too much.
I didn’t know if I meant that I never had the lip-biting pleasure of a bare cock slipping into my unprotected pussy, or if it was the truth.
I felt…amazed.
Something
more than lust suffocated me. He thrust his impossible cock into parts of me already tightened and abused from its size.
I was on the verge of orgasm, panting and crazed, when the heat overwhelmed him as well.
With a grunt, he slammed the rest inside me, sheathing every
agonizing and amazing inch within my core. I arched and moaned, crying his name, begging for him to either pull out or thrust harder.
The size was unreal, and the silky softness of his skin undeniable in my pussy. I clamped against him. Didn’t mean to. My body tried to milk
him before he was ready to come. My moans softened as my breath was lost in the cadence of his strikes.
He fell over me, capturing me in his arms. He held me tight as his hips bucked, forcing his cock out only to rip through me once again. Twice. Three times. He captured my
orgasm in a raging kiss—as if he didn’t have enough of me to himself. As if I hadn’t just given him my body.
He stole my breath, my words, and my pleasure.
And he returned every gifted part of me in the bliss of his hard, intense thrusts.
He shifted wild, as though he were
enraged or stricken with an irrational need to slam me against the bed. His kisses turned to bites, nipping at my neck as our bodies crashed harder, faster, wetter than before.
“Mine…” He whispered. “You’re mine.”
He thrust fully within me, withdrawing to the head but not
removing it from me. Just like he promised. He wasn’t pulling out until he cam. Maybe not even then. Maybe he’d fuck more and more into me, filling me with everything he’d offer and as much as my body could take.
I gripped his arms. My tiny hands were nothing to his strength,