Soft light from the streetlights outside his tall windows gently outlined my form on an all white Egyptian cotton bedspread. The one I’d just been thrown on. A joyful little shriek escaped me when I landed on the soft bed that I knew Would soon be ruined with me. His tan form prowled over me as if to simply slide into me. I was already soaked with how badly I wanted him, but I was high on making his hot flesh between my legs throb for me. Leak for me. I wanted that precious syrup to fall drip down his veiny cock before finding delight in all of me… The biggest question was how to do it without touching his head.
My mischievous smile met his eyes, and it was too late.
I ducked under his arm and pushed him onto his back, quickly mounting him. I pressed my freshly waxed self against the girth of his rigidity. Could he feel my pulse in my pussy? I instinctively started sliding my soaked lips against shaft. His hands gripped my soft hips so he could push himself against my swollen pink clit. It felt amazing. So amazing that it was making me impatient – I wanted him inside me. I wanted him to take me, rock me, pound me, flip me, and fill me all at once. Moans escaped my lips as I lost my mind trying to wait.
I had to remind myself that this is what I wanted – I wanted to fuck this guy, but really wanted him to lose his mind. I wanted him to break first. Part of me wanted to open my mouth to spit on his shaft and start twisting, but that would have been for him. I wasn’t going to be satisfied with cum on my fingers. I wanted it running down my legs. So I resisted the urge play with him so the only way he could find relief was within the slick lips that were rubbing against him.
He panted his request, “Oh my god, I can’t take it. Can I?”
I leaned down to whisper in his ear, “How bad do you want me? You wanna take my hot little pussy?”
His response was more of a gasp, “Yes! Yes I want your pussy!”
“What if I’m having all my fun just teasing you?” I asked half-heartedly, my tone giving away that I had no intent of stopping there.
He let out a rolling growl and gripped my hips tighter, and respected my faux boundary – and that’s when I lost it. As his thrust withdrew from between my legs, I shifted so the next thrust sent his dick sliding through my arousal, between my lips and into my dripping pussy. My throat had already learned that his length was a force to behold, and my cervix quickly learned the same lesson.
And I fucking loved it.
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Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/l5ipj3/my_f22_five_rounds_with_a_stranger_pt_2