He moved onto the bed, his body covering mine. His mouth found my breasts swiftly, his tongue and lips working in tandem, sucking, biting and licking the sensitive flesh. The sensation was overwhelming, pleasure shooting straight down to my core. I moaned, my hips writhing beneath him, my pussy growing wetter and wetter with each suck, each nip. The pleasure coiled inside me, tightening, tightening, until I exploded, a soul-shattering orgasm wracking my body. He pulled back, his lips glistening, a look of shock and arousal on his face.
“Fuck, you came,” he breathed, his eyes dazed. He looked down at my glistening pussy, his fingers tracing the slick folds. “Jesus Christ, you’re soaking wet,” he muttered, his voice thick with lust. He stood over me, his cock bobbing heavily between his legs. He grabbed it, rubbing the tip against my pussy, coating it with my juices before bringing it to my lips.
“Lick it off,” he commanded, his voice harsh. I stuck out my tongue, tasting my own arousal on his cock. He groaned, pushing his hips forward slightly, making me take him deeper into my mouth. After a moment, he pulled back, his eyes dark with lust. He crawled back onto the bed, positioning himself between my legs. He guided his cock to my entrance, rubbing it up and down, teasing me.
He looked me in the eyes, our gazes locked. “Do you want me to go deep?” he asked, his voice a low growl. “Yes,” I whispered, my body aching with need. He nodded, a cruel smile on his lips. Then he asked what I wanted the most. “Do you want it fast and hard?”
“Yes,” I moaned, spreading my legs wider, inviting him in.