When his lips opened and fastened against hers, she melted against him before she could stop herself. Her mind was yelling a warning, knowing that she had no control with this man, that she would lose herself within his embrace and cross the lines she had set for herself again or again, but nevertheless the parts of her body over which she had no control were opening to him, yielding to him, craving the satisfied grunt he emitted as she pressed herself against him. He wrapped his arms around her, kissed her deeply. She shivered as he slid his hands down her arms, taking her wrists and folding them behind her as part of his deepening embrace. She tilted her chin up to him, opening her mouth wider in a wet gasp of pleasure and hoping to draw him deeper into her, willing her full breasts and soft curves to spill out of her dress to be more available to her.
He smiled into her mouth and pulled back, slightly, drawing at one of her lips playfully as he did, skillfully transferring his hold of her wrists to one hand as he kissed down her neck. He slid his other hand down to caress each of her heavy breasts, freeing them from her top and leaving her bare-breasted and wanting in front of him, chest heaving with her desire. He slid his hand down her side, over her full round stomach, over her hip, and then back up under the hem of her skirt. Her legs parted, sliding out to grant him space to access the bare skin on her thigh, as he locked eyes and slid his hand slowly up to where her thighs joined, to where the heat and palpable wetness of her swollen mound lay, barely contained by the thin cotton of her panties.
A ragged moan escaped her lips and she collapsed against him, lips searching within the open collar of his shirt, needing any touch against his skin. He cupped her eager pussy outside of her underwear, one finger probing between the lips of her lust and causing a flood that began to soak the already damp fabric of her panties.
Consumed by want, she needed to feel his hardness inside of her, in her hand and her mouth and in her soul, more than just pushing against her in its rigid thickness. She started to pull against his grasp where he still had her hands fastened helplessly behind her. “Please” she moaned against his chest and gave a frustrated mewl when he responded only, “Patience, kitten” in his tender, yet gravelly voice. And then somehow he twirled her around, as if she were his plaything, now pulling her full backside against him, folding her over the bed and causing her to gasp in pleasure as she felt the full length of his hardness push against her tenderest spot, felt his hand run up her back to grasp her hair and pull her firmly back against him, breasts hanging unceremoniously from her top and skirt hiked up around her midriff, and each time his rigid cock ground against her she felt like it was a hot spear gliding through her viscera, piercing her soul. She yearned to free it from his pants, to tear the clothes off of him and feel his hot skin against hers, for him to tear her sheer underwear open and plunge into her hot depths and to fill her, make her whole, but still locked in his grasp she was helpless to do more than utter a series of full-throated moans, aware of his gaze on her wanton and disheveled state but at the same time all the more excited that she was completely, helplessly, the object of his lust.
And then frustration, as he stepped back, released her from his grasp and separated. She turned to meet his eyes, noting his ragged breath, not unaffected by lust at all, as her own ragged breaths came and went. Unable to resist the demands of her lust, she slid her hand into her soaking panties, crying out again as she parted the engorged lips and began working against her clit, dipping inside of herself to smooth her wetness against her hot button of lust. Still staring into his eyes, she grasped the dark flesh of her heaving breast, wishing it were his hand, and crushed it against herself, twirling her stiff nipple as her breath grew faster. He met her eyes, shining with lust, and began to unbuckle his pants as she touched her aching pussy. He took a step towards her as he unzipped his fly, and then another, before he finally freed his glorious shaft, girthy and rock hard, presenting it in front of her and wrapping he hand behind her neck, sliding into her dark, thick curls and guiding her down to her knees before him.
She steadied her hands against his thighs, gulped, took a breath, and then parted her lips in a lustful moan as he guided her eager mouth over his thick shaft, filling first her mouth and then sliding into the back of her throat as she opened to him, wanting to feel him deep inside of her. Her heart fluttering with lust, she wrapped her hands behind his ass, pulling his pants down to free his cock completely and pulling him against her, her throat stretching open to take him ever deeper, burying her nose in his thick pubic hair and feeling the tawdry satisfaction of his full balls resting against her chin. Her eyes stinging as she worked her throat around him, and then a muffled, disappointed moan as she felt his hands tighten in her hair to firmly guide her mouth off of him, sliding back two thirds of the way, frustrating to the demands of her lust which need to be filled, always, but allowing her to take a deep and ragged breath all the same before she felt him guide her down over his shaft and opened her throat to take him once more.
He fucked her mouth with agonizing patience, with rigid purpose, for what seemed like an eternity, and she abandoned herself to the act, hanging limply in his hands as he plunged his swollen length into her open and eager throat again and again. She was dimly aware of the animal, lustful sounds she was making, thirsty, pleading, guttural sounds, as her saliva dripped from her chin and tears stained her eyes, her wetness spilling from her aching pussy and dampening the insides of her thighs, the pistoning in her throat somehow connecting to the hot spike of lust between her thighs, a core of white hot lust down the spine of her being. When she could catch her breath, she gaze up into his lust filled eyes, drinking in the sounds of his approving grunts and pleading to be allowed to satisfy him, to feel the white hot eruption of his lust spilling into her mouth and onto her tongue, to shoot down her throat and pool in her guts, to take his cum inside of her and swallow it down, to feel it spilling over her chin, to spatter against the coffee-colored skin of her pendulous breasts and pool between them.
It was not to be however. With a disappointed gasp, she struggled to maintain suction as he steadied her head and drew his shaft back, finally managing to withdraw his cock from her churning lips. She knew she was a sight to behold, gasping for breath, tears staining her cheeks, splayed ungracefully on the floor with her back against the bed, breasts spilling out of her top and skirts around her waist to reveal her soaking panties. He gazed back at her, overwhelmed with lust, and she basked in his stare, feeling totally open and vulnerable but craving his eyes on every inch of her desecrated flesh. He kept his gaze on her as he shuffled out of his remaining clothes, thick shaft jutting in front of him, his cock head glistening with pre cum and the saliva her throat had left coating him.
He approached her again, pulling her to a standing lean against the bed and removing the rest of her clothes, relishing in the feel of skin pressed against skin, damp with sweat and lust. When she was completely naked, he stepped back, looking her over and drinking in every inch of her curves, her shining eyes, her disheveled lust-soaked form. She felt as if she were ripening to his gaze, on display and the object of his barely constrained want. “Bend over the bed, pet,” he breathed, “I want to see your pleasure…”
Her pussy ached, her throat burned, still demanding to be filled by him and stretched open by him, but she complied with his demand, bending over the bed as her breasts pillowed under her, presenting her full round ass to his gaze and spreading herself open with one hand. She followed his instructions to slide her fingers into her wet pussy, taste herself, work her clitoris, tease her ass with her finger, sliding her finger into her puckered hole while working between her swollen lips to stroke her clitoris, sometimes dipping her fingers deep into her pussy to smooth the wetness over herself. The world retreated as her pleasure bloomed within her, her lust on full display, her hips squirming at her building wave of pleasure and the fire of his gaze. She wanted his eyes to stretch her tender holes, to pry into her, to gaze into the churning wet lust at the center of her soul.
Lost to her pleasure as she was she didn’t notice him approaching until she felt his weight suddenly slide on top of her, crushing her to the bed, the fury of her fingers suddenly replaced by the urgent throbbing of his swollen cock against her sopping wet cunt, a ragged moan escaping from her lips as she was rolled onto her back, her mouth fastened with a kiss and widening to accept his tongue into her mouth, her breasts crushed against her by his strong hands, and soon thereafter her thighs parted as the swollen head of his cock poised for one agonizing second nudging between the lips of her pussy before pushing inside of her, bottoming out in her tightness and out again, pistoning in long determined strokes as she opened herself to him.
She lost herself completely now, mind exploding with lust, lost to the wet sounds of his balls slapping against her wet ass and thighs, his ragged grunts and gasped as he flung himself into her, her own animal sounds of need and want and lust, a furious machine penetrating her to her core. She came, quickly, primed after her extended warm up, and kept coming, wave after glorious agonizing wave crashing over her, her throat hoarse with her cries, her glistening brown thighs opening to accept him and her heels crossed over his back to urge him deeper into her, wet splashing mindless lust erupting from her again and again. At long last his own cries reached a crescendo, back arching and curling her toes as he buried himself deep against her and joined his wetness to hers, sending jet after hot jet of his lust spilling into her, succumbing to her at last as he cried out and she came to a final, world-exploding orgasm before finally they both collapsed on the bed, his body, now spent, still draped over hers.
At long last, their breathing slowed. He slid next to her, carefully helped make room to slide them back from the considerable wet spot they had left on the bed, and then wrapped his arms around her. She felt spent, satisfied, and safe – strangely completely, still aware of the empty feeling inside of her but quieted, for now. He reached his hand down and idly smoothed the lingering wetness from between her thighs, painting abstract patterns on her round belly as they chatted idly before eventually drifting into satisfied sleep.
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