him. He licked and nibbled the soft, silk material of my panties, and suddenly everything became clear to me. I hadn't waxed this morning for nothing. My pussy wasn't clean and hairless just because I'd woken up with a sudden desire to do so…
After all, when had that ever happened?
Never, that's when.
I knew this was going to happen, knew it the moment I walked out my front door, even if I never admitted it myself. As much as I hated him, Clay had something about him – an animal magnetism that sucked me in from first sight.
And then he pulled off my panties, tossed them aside and licked my pussy from the bottom to the top, and took my breath away. No man had ever got me to the point where I was begging for his cock and ignored me before, but I knew I'd never be able to go back to a normal man.
Clay was a master at this, he was a conductor, and he was conducting my orgasm like a pro – building me up in stages, taking me closer and closer to the edge. He nibbled my clit and I moaned in ecstasy, grabbing the back of his head and entangling my fingers in his hair, pushing his mouth hard against my pussy. If he was willing to give, then I was more than willing to take.
He took my participation as a challenge and buried his face deeper between my legs, licking and nibbling and suckling against my dripping lips until I was groaning, my fingers twitching, my muscle spasming in anticipation of the pleasure that was about to crash over my body.
"Clay…" I groaned. "I'm so close."
This time, it was an invitation he didn't ignore, and I'm glad he didn't. I didn't think I could have taken it again. I needed him inside me. I pulled his head up and he came willingly, hand deftly fumbling with the buckle of his belt, which soon landed with a clink on the floor. He unzipped his jeans and let them fall around his powerful but slender legs.
He wasn't wearing underwear. Of course he wasn't wearing underwear.
He pulled a condom from somewhere, and I was grateful that I didn't even need to ask. He bit the wrapper and slipped it on easily in a practiced motion. And then he was on top of me.
"Are you sure?" he asked, almost as though he were worried he might hurt me. Nothing could be further from the truth – my pussy was pulsating, it was ready for him – and only him.
My desperate eyes gave him the only answer he needed, and he couldn't hold himself back any more.
He guided his cock between my legs and pressed the huge, bulbous head against the lips of my pussy. He grabbed the back of my neck with one huge, powerful hand and pushed in slowly. I gasped, my back arching with the intense and unbridled pleasure of the biggest cock I'd ever taken combining with the effects of the best foreplay I'd ever received.
He slid his entire length inside me and let it rest for a second, and I gripped it with the powerful walls.
"My God, Alicia," he murmured, "you're filthy…"
He said reverently, as though I was some kind of holy site that he was defiling, and he was receiving an almost religious conversion. I didn't know why, but hearing the husky growl of worship in his voice made me almost pass out with pleasure.
What he did next certainly did.
Clay flipped me onto all fours in one easy, fluid motion, once again lifting my bodyweight like it was nothing, all while keeping his cock firmly embedded between my legs. I jerked with the unexpected pleasure, my clit clattering against his firm, pulsating hardness as he moved me effortlessly.
"Tell me when you're close," he growled, and I want to shout out that I already was, but I was so horny I could barely speak.
He began to thrust into me in long, fluid strokes, teasing me – never going fast enough that he pushed me over the edge, but never slow enough to allow me off the fiendish, toe-curling plateau of my impending orgasm. I began to pant, squeezing my pussy around the thick, huge hardness of his cock, trying to tease him into giving me what I wanted.
But Clay, corrupted Clay was
After all, when had that ever happened?
Never, that's when.
I knew this was going to happen, knew it the moment I walked out my front door, even if I never admitted it myself. As much as I hated him, Clay had something about him – an animal magnetism that sucked me in from first sight.
And then he pulled off my panties, tossed them aside and licked my pussy from the bottom to the top, and took my breath away. No man had ever got me to the point where I was begging for his cock and ignored me before, but I knew I'd never be able to go back to a normal man.
Clay was a master at this, he was a conductor, and he was conducting my orgasm like a pro – building me up in stages, taking me closer and closer to the edge. He nibbled my clit and I moaned in ecstasy, grabbing the back of his head and entangling my fingers in his hair, pushing his mouth hard against my pussy. If he was willing to give, then I was more than willing to take.
He took my participation as a challenge and buried his face deeper between my legs, licking and nibbling and suckling against my dripping lips until I was groaning, my fingers twitching, my muscle spasming in anticipation of the pleasure that was about to crash over my body.
"Clay…" I groaned. "I'm so close."
This time, it was an invitation he didn't ignore, and I'm glad he didn't. I didn't think I could have taken it again. I needed him inside me. I pulled his head up and he came willingly, hand deftly fumbling with the buckle of his belt, which soon landed with a clink on the floor. He unzipped his jeans and let them fall around his powerful but slender legs.
He wasn't wearing underwear. Of course he wasn't wearing underwear.
He pulled a condom from somewhere, and I was grateful that I didn't even need to ask. He bit the wrapper and slipped it on easily in a practiced motion. And then he was on top of me.
"Are you sure?" he asked, almost as though he were worried he might hurt me. Nothing could be further from the truth – my pussy was pulsating, it was ready for him – and only him.
My desperate eyes gave him the only answer he needed, and he couldn't hold himself back any more.
He guided his cock between my legs and pressed the huge, bulbous head against the lips of my pussy. He grabbed the back of my neck with one huge, powerful hand and pushed in slowly. I gasped, my back arching with the intense and unbridled pleasure of the biggest cock I'd ever taken combining with the effects of the best foreplay I'd ever received.
He slid his entire length inside me and let it rest for a second, and I gripped it with the powerful walls.
"My God, Alicia," he murmured, "you're filthy…"
He said reverently, as though I was some kind of holy site that he was defiling, and he was receiving an almost religious conversion. I didn't know why, but hearing the husky growl of worship in his voice made me almost pass out with pleasure.
What he did next certainly did.
Clay flipped me onto all fours in one easy, fluid motion, once again lifting my bodyweight like it was nothing, all while keeping his cock firmly embedded between my legs. I jerked with the unexpected pleasure, my clit clattering against his firm, pulsating hardness as he moved me effortlessly.
"Tell me when you're close," he growled, and I want to shout out that I already was, but I was so horny I could barely speak.
He began to thrust into me in long, fluid strokes, teasing me – never going fast enough that he pushed me over the edge, but never slow enough to allow me off the fiendish, toe-curling plateau of my impending orgasm. I began to pant, squeezing my pussy around the thick, huge hardness of his cock, trying to tease him into giving me what I wanted.
But Clay, corrupted Clay was
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