Hung by Holly Hart

yet that that wasn't what was happening. No, if anything, Alicia was turning me good.
    I growled, and it seemed to make her mind up for her. She put her face down towards mine and kissed me, biting my lip fiercely. I groaned, my cock rigid between my legs and pressing against her thighs as she sat on top of me. She felt real, whole, and I wanted every part of her.
    The time for talking was over.
    I ripped the floral top off her, not caring whether it survived or not. If she needed another, I'd buy it for her. Hell, if she needed another – I'd buy her the store. Her big, cocoa tits spilled out, and I almost came right then and there. I bit down on my lip hard. That was the last thing I wanted. I needed to show Alicia what I could do. If I couldn't change her mind about what kind of guy I was, then I knew at least I could show her a good time.
    After all, if there was one thing Clay Hunt did well, it was show girls a good time. They didn't call me Hung for nothing. With most girls, I didn't care if they got off, as long as I did.
    For Alicia, I wanted to last forever. I released her bra, letting her juicy breasts hang free, and couldn't stop myself from enveloping one of her puffy pink nipples in my mouth. I sucked and swirled, and she moaned into my ear, thrusting her hips forward. I knew I had her. I kept one hand stroking her lower back and sent the other one from her firm ass – it hurt me to let go – down between her thighs.
    I didn't want her to have a moment's rest. I wanted her overwhelmed by the sensations: her nipples, her back, the wet slit between her thighs – I wanted every neuron firing, I wanted her writhing beneath me. I pulled the shirt off my back, picked her up like she didn't weigh a pound, kicked the chair away and laid her gently on my shirt. Throughout it all, her nipple barely left my mouth, nor my hand from between her legs.
    I could feel the warmth from her slit pulsating through the thin material of her sexy black jeans, I was conducting it like the master of an orchestra, pushing the palm of my hand hard against her mound, then stroking upwards with my fingers until she writhed in ecstatic agony.
    "Clay…" she whispered. "I need you in me."
    No other man could have refused that offer, but I wasn't just any man. I wasn't ready – but more importantly, nor was she. I wanted her so wet and so turned on that she'd climax just by my huge cock pushing past the wet pink lips of her pussy, I wanted her clawing against my thick, muscular back.
    I wanted her hornier than she'd ever been, and I was going to make sure she got there.

9
    Alicia
    I didn't know how I got myself in this situation, but right now Clay wasn't giving me even a second to consider whether what I was doing was sensible.
    Right now, I didn't care if it was sensible, it felt so damn good.
    He pulled off my boots, one after the other, long and sensuously, and I was so turned on that even that felt good. My skin felt like it was on fire, like thousands of tiny fireworks were going off all around my body, and it was all Clay's doing. More than anything, more than ever – I want to find out if his nickname was accurate.
    I wanted to find out how hung he was. I needed his huge cock inside me, but for some reason, he was holding back. A couple of seconds later, I found out why.
    He unzipped my jeans and pulled them off in one swift movement, his huge unbridled strength meaning it was nothing for him to take off the denim that had taken me more than thirty seconds to shimmy up my legs. I looked at him, the bulging abs rippling as he exerted himself, but he wasn't there for long.
    He buried his head between my legs and kissed my fiery slit. I knew without a doubt that my panties were soaked through. I could feel the heat radiating from my pussy, and when he kissed me, my back arched as an electric shock sparked throughout my entire body.
    "Oh God, Clay…"
    His only response was a growl, and the deep reverberating sound had me desperate for