“I want to feel you,” I plead, trying to pull his shirt over his shoulders without losing his mouth on my skin. “Please…”
He pushes himself off of my body, and in seconds, his shirt is ripped off and thrown over his shoulder. He reaches forward, and in a swift move that would make a magician proud, takes mine and tosses it away, both shirt and bra flying across the room. I look down at my tits, wondering when in the hell he managed to get my bra off but the second his hard body moves back between my spread legs, and his warm mouth closes around one of my painfully hard nipples, all rational thoughts fly out the window.
The next few minutes are a flurry of limbs, wet mouths, and flying clothes. I vaguely register the sting of his hardwood floor when we roll off the kitchen table and crash to the floor. I hear, almost as if I’m standing in a tunnel, the splinter of wood and a crash in the distance, but with his mouth and tongue dancing against my body, I’m happy to ignore everything but this man.
“Are you ready for me, Dee?”
I look down my body and see him up on his knees, stroking with lazy movements, the largest cock that I have ever had the pleasure of seeing.
“Holy shit,” I whisper. I have no doubt in my mind that even when Beck isn’t ready for some fun, this man looks just as impressive then as he does now. Rock hard, thick shaft, and mouthwatering, smooth skin makes me lick my lips in anticipation, and just nod my head.
“I’m not sure you are. I can smell how much you want me, and let me tell you, it is taking all my strength to stop from taking you hard and fast. I bet your pussy tastes as sweet as the rest of you. I’m going to get you good and ready for me, and enjoy every damn second of it.” He removes his hand and I whimper when he stops touching himself. “Don’t worry, you’ll have me soon enough.”
And then, he bends forward and licks from end to end with one agonizingly slow stroke before closing his mouth around my clit and sucking. Hard. Just like that, I slap my hands against the floor, arch my back, and come. I can feel his growl of approval against my oversensitive skin, which does nothing more than intensify my orgasm when I feel the vibrations.
“More.” His demand has me shaking my head and mumbling incoherent words. “Yes, more.” He slows down his assault, licking and nibbling, paying attention to every inch of my drenched pussy. Every inch, but the one spot I want his lips back on. He leans up, and I take in his glistening lips and chin. With one brow arched, and his smirk in place, he brings his hands up, and with two long, thick fingers, enters me with one firm push. Curling his fingers slightly, and finding that bundle of nerves guaranteed to drive me over the edge, again he whispers, “More.” Then his lips, his full and perfect lips, are right back against my clit. He sucks, licks, bites, and in seconds, he hits my spot again, and I fly. I don’t just fly, I freaking soar.
I’m pretty sure I blacked out. Hell, I might’ve died and gone to Heaven, had tea with Jesus, and then fallen back to earth. He is that good. When I’m finally able to focus, I can feel his lips kissing a path back up my body. When his face is level with mine again, I notice the smirk I’ve started craving is long gone. He is looking at me as if I’m the last scrap of food left on the planet. He looks at me like he can see right through me, and if I was smart, that look would terrify me.
“Delicious.” One word, spoken with so much hunger, he actually makes me believe it. When his lips press against mine and start feasting again, my toes curl, and another whore-like moan slips up my throat.
“Please, Beck, I need you inside of me.” I’m not past begging at this point. I would probably sign my soul over to the devil for just a taste of him pounding into my body. “Please, take me.”
“My pleasure,” he rumbles before reaching between us. I feel the head of his cock rub against my clit, and my eyes roll back. He rubs against me a few more times before I feel the solid length at my entrance, pressing against the resistance my body seems to be giving him.
“Condom…” I squeeze out between gasps of pleasure.