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A RUSH OF MOISTURE dampens my panties. “Okay, yes. Both. Please.”
He looks at me carefully, like he’s not sure I’m really here. “I don’t want to scare you.”
“I kind of want to be scared. Don’t hold back with me, okay? Promise?”
He makes a low sound in the back of his throat. “I’m not sure I can hold back.”
“Then don’t.” I lower to my knees.
“Hillary—”
Using both my hands, I pull his shorts and underwear down slowly, cherishing the reveal of his giant, fat cock. I’ve dreamed about getting this close to it ever since that afternoon two months ago. Hell, probably longer than that. But that was when I got to see if for the first time. That’s when I knew I wanted to see it again.
It springs up, protruding from his body and resting mere inches from my face. A small, clear bead of pre-cum tops its slit. I lick my lips, and the fluid begins to trickle out more. I take his cock in both my hands because one hand won’t be able to fully close around the throbbing girth of him.
I had a little bit of false bravado going on the last few minutes, but it’s been replaced by feelings much stronger. Suddenly, every dirty story, every porno, every naughty desire is flashing in front of my brain. I’m discovering that I have an inner slut, she’s a bit cock-hungry, and I like her. I have a feeling Mac is going to like her too.
“I need to be used as much as I need to use you, Mac.” I stick my tongue out and lick the clear beads running down the underside of its swollen crown. His desire for me is delicious.
“Oh fuck. You don’t have to do this. Oh fuck.”
I circle the tip with my tongue. “I really want to, Mac.”
“Christ, that feels good.” He looks down at me and brushes the hair from my face. There’s so much going on in his gaze.
He’s spent the last three months respecting me, being my friend, my partner. But there’s a primal side he’s been keeping from me. I think if I can get him to let it out, it won’t wreck us like he thinks it will. I think it will make us stronger. I rub his dick on my face. Lovingly. Wantonly. I need it. I crave it.
“Hillary, are you sure?”
“Yep.” I pop just the tip of him in and out of my mouth quickly, like punctuation on my answer. “But Mac...” I remember that day on my couch. How hot he was for me. How much he liked it when I said I wanted him to do everything to me. Show me everything. Make me his plaything. I want him back there, in that headspace. I use his dick like lip balm, running it around my lips and then I lick my lips slowly, making sure he sees my enjoyment of him. “I’ve never done this before. Remember? I need you to teach me. I want to learn everything.”
He moans, clutching my face in one hand. He reaches down and takes my hand and wraps it firmly around his cock. It is hot and thick and hard and velvety smooth. With his hand around mine, he begins to stroke, teaching me a rhythm. “That’s it, baby. Just like that. So good.” After a few minutes, he leans forward and presses the tip of his dick to my lips. “In your mouth,” he demands, his voice deep and husky.
Oh fuck. I like it when he tells me what to do. He slides his fat cock into my mouth, the sensation overwhelming and intoxicating.
“Open your eyes,” he says. This command, made with authority, makes me shiver. “Look at me. Look into my eyes.”
The air shifts around us like we’re traveling someplace we can only go together. “That’s it. Keep looking at me. I want all your attention. You watch who’s fucking your mouth.”
I’m in some kind of trance. A cock trance, I guess. I never thought I would feel this connected. The eye contact with his cock in my mouth is almost too much. I want to retreat but know I can’t.
“Oh fuck,” he says with a hiss. “That sweet little mouth of yours...I want to fill it up.” He holds my head still as I swirl my tongue all over the hot surface of his crown. As he starts to roll his hips in slow circles, I let my lips follow the silky-smooth surface of his shaft as he forces more of it into my mouth.
His erection is rock hard, yet the surface feels velvety smooth against my lips. How can something be so hard and yet so soft at the same time? He moves his hands lovingly through my hair, directing me along his cock. It seems to grow a little bit harder and bigger as it throbs. I know he’s close. My own body is tingling all over.
“Yeah, baby, just like that...suck my cock the way I like it.”
The words ricochet around my head. I want every filthy naughty word he knows.
“Look at you with those pretty eyes looking at me while I fuck your mouth. What a good girl you are. You love my cock, don't you?”
“Mmmm.” The vibrations of my moan makes him tighten his hold on my head. The sheer size of his cock wildly turns me on, but it’s the way he’s starting to allow himself to let go with me that makes my pussy pulse with need. He slowly bucks his hips back and forth then starts full-on thrusts, pumping his cock in and out of my mouth, stretching my lips tightly around his massive member.
“Oh God. Baby, you feel so good. I don’t want to come yet, but you’re going to make me, aren’t you? Naughty girl. So greedy. Are you ready for it? Are you going to swallow my come, sweet thing?”
I nod. I want it. I feel like some kind of junkie. I’ve fooled around with a few guys, but never swallowed. Never wanted to. But I want to know what it will feel like when I take him all the way, when his essence slides down my throat. God. I’m loving feeling so slutty.
“Oh fuck, Hillary...Fuck... here it comes!” he groans. Mac grunts loudly over and over, and the underside of his cock pulses against my tongue as it pumps jets of come. My mouth fills with him, and I have to swallow repeatedly to keep it from spilling out. I begin to think he'll never stop coming. I just keep swallowing. When he finally finishes, his dick starts to soften, and I lick it all over and let it fall from my mouth.
He’s breathing hard, his chest heaving up and down, and his cock lays heavily against his thigh. Wet and glistening.
“Oh, Jesus,” he pants. “Baby, that was amazing. I’ve never come that hard. Or that much. Are you okay?”
My chest fills with feminine pride. “I feel fantastic.”
“You just fucking wait.”
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I TUG HER HAND, PULLING her up and wrench her shorts down to her ankles. “You’ve been a very good girl, making me come so hard. It’s time for your reward.” I push her onto the bed and kneel between her legs. My thick finger looks obscenely big on her pussy as I part her puffy, wet lips. I slide my finger slowly up the smooth inside of her wet skin.
Beautiful.
She’s pretty worked up from giving me that incredible blow job, her body wracking with tremors if I even skim lightly over her clit. “Oh, you like that, do you? You like me touching your pretty pussy? You’re so wet, sweetheart. You must have really liked having my cock in your mouth.” I rub her clit with slow, tight, small circles and use a little pressure as I move my other hand between her legs and slide two fingers into her. She bucks against my large fingers, moving herself up and down on them, as her juices ran down my hand. My other hand works the pearl of her clit in circles, slowly increasing pressure. “Look at you, fucking yourself on my fingers. You’re making me get hard again already.”
She moans loudly and continues to thrust herself up and down on my fingers. She grabs my wrist, sending my fingers deeper into her. I stop and bring my hand to my mouth as she cries at my sudden exit.
“Watch me lick you off my fingers, sweetheart.” Her eyes dilate as I savor the taste of her. “So fucking good.”
I quickly bring her up into a sitting position and pull her top off over her head. Those fucking tits. I’ve been teased with glimpses of them every time she nurses Kenzie. Her nipples are puffier now than before she gave birth. Wider like silver dollars. The shape of her is so womanly, so lush.
She covers her scar from surgery, but I pull her hand away and kiss it. “You don’t get to hide anything from me now.”
She lays back down, and I move on top of her, and we grind together and kiss like horny teenagers. Slowly, I start to kiss down her throat, nuzzling the space between her neck and her shoulders and down toward the slopes of her beasts. She tangles her hands in my hair and urges me to move lower, so I kiss down her body, savoring her succulent curves. Lower and lower, inhaling deeply as I veer to her thighs. With each kiss she moans as I get closer and closer to her pussy.
“Please.”
“Please, what, sweetheart?” I nip at her skin.
“Stop teasing me. I need to come,” she groans, her fingers digging into my scalp.
Laughing, I lower my mouth to her pussy, slowly licking, committing her taste to my memory. Salty, musky, slightly sweet.
Her hips are grinding and thrusting up toward me now, her breath getting shorter and shorter. “I could eat you all night.” I concentrate my lips and tongue on her hard little clit, sucking it into my mouth and flicking it with my tongue as I finger her pussy, curling my finger toward her G-spot.
She moans and her pussy contracts around my finger, her body convulsing off the bed. “That’s it, angel. Come all over my hand. Such a good girl.”
Watching each flash of pleasure spark through her body and onto her face as she hurtles through her orgasm makes me feel like a goddamn king. Her ecstasy is my reward. I want more.
I get a condom, wishing I didn’t have to. As I put it on, I look at her shapely body spread out below me. Glowing and dazed from the orgasm I gave her. I want to feel her come around my dick. “Do you know how many times I've imagined taking you? How I've stroked my hard cock thinking about pushing into your tight little wet cunt?” I reach down to grip the outsides of her thighs, positioning myself between them. I grab my cock and rub it between her drenched pussy lips. “Are you sure about this, sweetheart?” I ask, rubbing her slit with the tip of my aching cock, praying to God she hasn’t changed her mind.
“I'm sure, Mac. I'm so sure. Do it. Fuck me.”
I growl, pausing with the head barely inside her. “Look at me,” I whisper harshly, grasping her chin and forcing her gaze on me again. “I want to see the look in your eyes when I enter you.”
I push in slow, achingly slow, but I don’t want to hurt her and damn, she feels so good. Something happens in our eye contact. Something raw and more intimate than I’ve ever felt before. She tenses, just as taken aback by it as I am. Something pushes at my chest from the inside, an ache heavy and wanting. I push in and her body goes rigid.
“Relax, sweetheart. Don't clench up.” She exhales like she’s forgotten she hadn’t, and I ease all the way into her tight channel. I begin pushing in and out of her in slow, controlled, shallow thrusts. “You feel so perfect around me.”
I pull her legs higher around my waist in an attempt to penetrate her deeper. My cock is a steel rod, throbbing with anticipation, but I pause long enough to feel how hot and tight she encases me. Her slick walls welcome me, heating up my shaft.
“Mmm,” Hillary moans as my cock fills her snug pussy, and I push against her mound.
“Am I too hard for you, sweetheart? Am I too big?” I ask roughly, pushing myself deeper and hoping to God she says no but still going slow.
“You feel so good,” she whispers. Our eyes lock on each other again, and neither of us move as her pussy muscles compress around my cock. She grips my face in her hands and pulls me in for a kiss, digging her heels into my ass and pushing me deeper inside. We grind against each other, not even fucking exactly. Just grinding in this slow rhythm that takes me down to my core animal.
Her inner muscles tighten and pulse around me, and I know I won’t be able to go slow much longer. I reach under and grab her ass as I thrust deeper into her. “Tell me.”
“Tell you what?”
“Tell me you’re okay. That you need it. I’m barely holding on here, sweetheart.”
“I feel every inch of you inside me and I still want more. Make me yours, Mac.” She rocks against my cock. “Fuck me like you own me.”
Fuck. That does it. Like a starting gun has gone off in my head, I pound her pussy, pushing on her clit with my pelvic bone on each downward thrust. I can't remember ever being this hard.
She keeps moaning and calling my name. “Oh fuck! Oh Mac! Oh God!” she calls out as I slam my cock home again and again until we're both reduced to grunting animals.
She plants her feet on the mattress and arches her back as I hammer into her fiery heat. This bed is going to catch on fire. I have to slide my hands under her back and grip her shoulders to keep her from hitting the headboard.
I’m driving into her like a hammer to a nailhead. Deeper. Harder. Fuck. I’m being too rough, but it’s hard to stop or slow or think when she’s egging me on. I reach between us and get a thumb on her engorged clit. “Come, baby. Come all over my cock. I want to feel you milking my dick.”
Hillary screams, thrashing her head from side to side and digging her fingers into my back as her orgasm hits her full force. My balls tighten, and my blood goes lava hot. My cock lurches inside her, her inner muscles clamping tightly around it. White lights blur my vision as I throw my head back and roar. We ride out the pulsating waves of pleasure as I jerkily discharge my heavy load into the condom, hoping to hell it can hold it all.