of his fingertips along her slick folds.
“Duh,” she managed.
He laughed again, sending puffs of hot air over her aching flesh. She was just about to demand he do something when he slid one of his big, beefy fingers inside, right where she needed him to be.
Oh, thank God.
His thumb made maddening little circles around her clit while his finger eased in and out, unerringly hitting the best spots. She bucked her hips and rode his hand shamelessly, chasing a quick release that remained just out of reach.
“That’s it, baby,” he commanded, his voice now even deeper and huskier than before. “Come all over my fingers.”
She did.
“Jesus, baby,” he whispered as she clenched around him. “I can’t fucking wait to get my dick inside you.”
“Then what the hell are you waiting for?” she panted. He carried her over the crest, but before she’d had a chance to come down he was nudging her legs open with his knees and sheathing himself. The hungry look in his eyes was almost as satisfying as her climax.
Stacey grasped his cock and guided him to her opening. He pressed forward, but to his credit, he did take his time. It was a good thing, too. His cock was much bigger than his finger. Thank God he’d ignored her desperate pleas and had taken the time to prime her a little.
The penetration was gloriously, frustratingly slow. Sweat beaded along his upper lip; the muscles bunched in his back. He had remarkable self-control. Inch by incredible inch he continued to fill her until she was certain she couldn’t accommodate any more.
“You okay?” he asked through clenched teeth. Seated fully, the heavy weight of his balls rested against her. She’d never felt so completely filled before.
“Awesome,” she breathed. “Don’t hold back.”
She punctuated that statement by digging her nails into his ass and clenching her sheath around him to the extent she could. He must have liked that, because he gave a grunt of approval and started moving, slowly at first, then picking up the speed and force of his thrusts when she continued to encourage him. She might have even yelled a few commands of her own, like “harder”, “faster”, and the occasional, “fuck, yes, just like that.”
“You are so fucking tight,” he ground out, pounding into her with brutal, deliberate thrusts.
“Because you are so fucking huge,” she tried to tell him, but she was already cresting again and could do little more than suck air.
She’d heard about the phenomena before, even written about it herself, but this was the first time her vision had been reduced to a burst of bright, white light. Her entire body seized and clenched around him, this gorgeous, beautiful man who had given her this bliss. Her thighs squeezed hard around his hips; her arms reached as far as they could around his broad back, her nails raking into his skin. Off in the distance, someone screamed. It sounded an awful lot like her.
Above her, Johnny rammed deep and stiffened. Within seconds, she felt the rhythmic throb of his orgasm against her over-sensitized nerve endings.
“God damn , baby,” he panted, collapsing beside her.
She couldn’t have said it better herself.
Chapter Seven
H e lounged beside her, propped up on one elbow, running his hands lazily over her skin. He had so many questions, but dared not ask for fear of breaking the spell they had woven around themselves.
She was so beautiful in the moonlight. A goddess. From this angle, her eyes appeared to be made of quicksilver, the moon reflecting in the gray depths he’d stared into earlier. It didn’t matter. It was that awed gleam of satisfaction that did it for him, because he was the one who put it there.
And the way she was looking at him? Jesus, it was like he was the sun, the moon, and the stars all wrapped in one. He’d pleasured his share of women, but none had ever looked at him like that .
She smiled, and his heart dropped to his groin, which is where he suddenly felt
“Duh,” she managed.
He laughed again, sending puffs of hot air over her aching flesh. She was just about to demand he do something when he slid one of his big, beefy fingers inside, right where she needed him to be.
Oh, thank God.
His thumb made maddening little circles around her clit while his finger eased in and out, unerringly hitting the best spots. She bucked her hips and rode his hand shamelessly, chasing a quick release that remained just out of reach.
“That’s it, baby,” he commanded, his voice now even deeper and huskier than before. “Come all over my fingers.”
She did.
“Jesus, baby,” he whispered as she clenched around him. “I can’t fucking wait to get my dick inside you.”
“Then what the hell are you waiting for?” she panted. He carried her over the crest, but before she’d had a chance to come down he was nudging her legs open with his knees and sheathing himself. The hungry look in his eyes was almost as satisfying as her climax.
Stacey grasped his cock and guided him to her opening. He pressed forward, but to his credit, he did take his time. It was a good thing, too. His cock was much bigger than his finger. Thank God he’d ignored her desperate pleas and had taken the time to prime her a little.
The penetration was gloriously, frustratingly slow. Sweat beaded along his upper lip; the muscles bunched in his back. He had remarkable self-control. Inch by incredible inch he continued to fill her until she was certain she couldn’t accommodate any more.
“You okay?” he asked through clenched teeth. Seated fully, the heavy weight of his balls rested against her. She’d never felt so completely filled before.
“Awesome,” she breathed. “Don’t hold back.”
She punctuated that statement by digging her nails into his ass and clenching her sheath around him to the extent she could. He must have liked that, because he gave a grunt of approval and started moving, slowly at first, then picking up the speed and force of his thrusts when she continued to encourage him. She might have even yelled a few commands of her own, like “harder”, “faster”, and the occasional, “fuck, yes, just like that.”
“You are so fucking tight,” he ground out, pounding into her with brutal, deliberate thrusts.
“Because you are so fucking huge,” she tried to tell him, but she was already cresting again and could do little more than suck air.
She’d heard about the phenomena before, even written about it herself, but this was the first time her vision had been reduced to a burst of bright, white light. Her entire body seized and clenched around him, this gorgeous, beautiful man who had given her this bliss. Her thighs squeezed hard around his hips; her arms reached as far as they could around his broad back, her nails raking into his skin. Off in the distance, someone screamed. It sounded an awful lot like her.
Above her, Johnny rammed deep and stiffened. Within seconds, she felt the rhythmic throb of his orgasm against her over-sensitized nerve endings.
“God damn , baby,” he panted, collapsing beside her.
She couldn’t have said it better herself.
Chapter Seven
H e lounged beside her, propped up on one elbow, running his hands lazily over her skin. He had so many questions, but dared not ask for fear of breaking the spell they had woven around themselves.
She was so beautiful in the moonlight. A goddess. From this angle, her eyes appeared to be made of quicksilver, the moon reflecting in the gray depths he’d stared into earlier. It didn’t matter. It was that awed gleam of satisfaction that did it for him, because he was the one who put it there.
And the way she was looking at him? Jesus, it was like he was the sun, the moon, and the stars all wrapped in one. He’d pleasured his share of women, but none had ever looked at him like that .
She smiled, and his heart dropped to his groin, which is where he suddenly felt
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