a
finger slipped into the fiery canal of her vagina. Then back he drew it,
feeling for that high and inner spot he knew always drove her half out of her
mind. He did this over and over, easing in and out of her pussy while
mercilessly teasing her clit until it throbbed and hardened against his tongue.
Gina moaned, squirming as she fisted the sheets, Doug splaying her even wider
as he pulled her to the edge of the bed and her sanity.
“Pull your legs up, doll,” he said, kissing her inner thigh.
“What? Oh no, Doug, please,” Gina pleaded, barely coherent
as his slickened fingers slipped in and out of her swollen vagina.
“Like this,” he said, pushing up until her heels rested on
the end of the mattress. “That’s it,” he said, his hands searing her thighs as
he opened her. He licked her periphery, his breath hot against her skin, her ass
writhing as he pursed his lips and blew softly against her throbbing clit.
“Fuck me,” she begged, but he only pushed her legs back
until her knees nearly met her breasts, the engorged whole of her pussy raw and
exposed and completely at his mercy. “Doug! Goddamn it! Do some—”
When his mouth fell upon her she nearly screamed, his tongue
as manic against her clit as it had been laissez-faire before. Almost
instantly she broke into a sweat, her ass lifting off the bed as a climax
racked through her body.
“Like that?” She heard the packet tear and then, climbing to
the bed, he rammed his cock in to the hilt.
This time she did scream, apoplexed by the most intense
pleasure she’d ever felt. He drove his cock in and out, shackling her wrists
over her head with one large hand.
“Did you miss me, Gina?” he asked, driving her harder with
every thrust. “Did you think about me fucking you?”
“Yes,” she whispered, hardly able to speak. She was coming
again, this time even harder than before, her head thrashing, her hips bucking
to meet his. “Oh yes, all the time, all the… Ah… ”
“Really?” he asked, those eyes burning right into her. Yet
even through the haze of her pleasure she could see him clearly. With the dawn
eking though the blinds, he looked as drunk on her as she felt on him, a sheen
of sweat on his forehead, those powerful shoulder muscles flexing with each
thrust, his lips curling around the edges of his imminent orgasm. He let go of
her wrists, looking down on her. “That must mean you love me.”
She gripped his face between her hands. “Oh God! Oh God!”
She seized his mouth with hers as she wrapped her legs around him, Doug
pummeling her once, twice before he went rigid from his climax, slumping
against her.
A few moments later he brushed his cheek against hers. “Jesus,
you can fuck.”
She laughed. “All I did was pretty much lie there.”
He smiled, shifting the weight of his large body off her.
“Sometimes that’s all it takes.” He kissed her quickly. “Christ, I missed you.”
“Same here, sweetie,” she whispered, and again her heart
twisted. How would she ever tell him?
He pulled himself from her, dropping the condom in the trash
before he lifted her from his bed. “ Now it’s time for a shower.” When
they got in together, he soaped her from head to foot and fucked her again, holding
her high against the shower wall, his legs splayed and hers around his hips.
And after they got out and they dried each other, and he rubbed lotion all over
her body, he hoisted her atop the sink and fucked her once more. Even in the
bedroom she wasn’t safe, because as she bent into her suitcase to find her
jeans, he fell to his knees behind her and tongued her until she writhed and
shook and fell to the bed.
“Holy—shit,” she panted out, Doug behind and caging her with
his leg, “you sure like to fuck me.”
He pulled her hair back from her neck and kissed her pulse
point. “I love to fuck you,” he murmured. “So much I can’t keep my cock
out of you.” He turned her to face him, his eyes tentative. “Is that
finger slipped into the fiery canal of her vagina. Then back he drew it,
feeling for that high and inner spot he knew always drove her half out of her
mind. He did this over and over, easing in and out of her pussy while
mercilessly teasing her clit until it throbbed and hardened against his tongue.
Gina moaned, squirming as she fisted the sheets, Doug splaying her even wider
as he pulled her to the edge of the bed and her sanity.
“Pull your legs up, doll,” he said, kissing her inner thigh.
“What? Oh no, Doug, please,” Gina pleaded, barely coherent
as his slickened fingers slipped in and out of her swollen vagina.
“Like this,” he said, pushing up until her heels rested on
the end of the mattress. “That’s it,” he said, his hands searing her thighs as
he opened her. He licked her periphery, his breath hot against her skin, her ass
writhing as he pursed his lips and blew softly against her throbbing clit.
“Fuck me,” she begged, but he only pushed her legs back
until her knees nearly met her breasts, the engorged whole of her pussy raw and
exposed and completely at his mercy. “Doug! Goddamn it! Do some—”
When his mouth fell upon her she nearly screamed, his tongue
as manic against her clit as it had been laissez-faire before. Almost
instantly she broke into a sweat, her ass lifting off the bed as a climax
racked through her body.
“Like that?” She heard the packet tear and then, climbing to
the bed, he rammed his cock in to the hilt.
This time she did scream, apoplexed by the most intense
pleasure she’d ever felt. He drove his cock in and out, shackling her wrists
over her head with one large hand.
“Did you miss me, Gina?” he asked, driving her harder with
every thrust. “Did you think about me fucking you?”
“Yes,” she whispered, hardly able to speak. She was coming
again, this time even harder than before, her head thrashing, her hips bucking
to meet his. “Oh yes, all the time, all the… Ah… ”
“Really?” he asked, those eyes burning right into her. Yet
even through the haze of her pleasure she could see him clearly. With the dawn
eking though the blinds, he looked as drunk on her as she felt on him, a sheen
of sweat on his forehead, those powerful shoulder muscles flexing with each
thrust, his lips curling around the edges of his imminent orgasm. He let go of
her wrists, looking down on her. “That must mean you love me.”
She gripped his face between her hands. “Oh God! Oh God!”
She seized his mouth with hers as she wrapped her legs around him, Doug
pummeling her once, twice before he went rigid from his climax, slumping
against her.
A few moments later he brushed his cheek against hers. “Jesus,
you can fuck.”
She laughed. “All I did was pretty much lie there.”
He smiled, shifting the weight of his large body off her.
“Sometimes that’s all it takes.” He kissed her quickly. “Christ, I missed you.”
“Same here, sweetie,” she whispered, and again her heart
twisted. How would she ever tell him?
He pulled himself from her, dropping the condom in the trash
before he lifted her from his bed. “ Now it’s time for a shower.” When
they got in together, he soaped her from head to foot and fucked her again, holding
her high against the shower wall, his legs splayed and hers around his hips.
And after they got out and they dried each other, and he rubbed lotion all over
her body, he hoisted her atop the sink and fucked her once more. Even in the
bedroom she wasn’t safe, because as she bent into her suitcase to find her
jeans, he fell to his knees behind her and tongued her until she writhed and
shook and fell to the bed.
“Holy—shit,” she panted out, Doug behind and caging her with
his leg, “you sure like to fuck me.”
He pulled her hair back from her neck and kissed her pulse
point. “I love to fuck you,” he murmured. “So much I can’t keep my cock
out of you.” He turned her to face him, his eyes tentative. “Is that
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