Gordon,” she said clearly, her tongue whetting her already moist lips. It was so thrilling to be holding his piercing gaze when she said the words, adding, “I want you.”
“I need to feel like you mean it, Victoria.”
“Damn it, Gordon, I want you so bad it physically hurts,” she confessed half in agony, half in frustration. Her body was clamoring for so many things: his lips, his hands, and his cock. She wanted to spread her legs as wide as they would go, pull his body down to her, and guide him straight into her waiting canal. No preliminaries required, not this first time. She wanted it thorough, fast and hard. She’d held back for far too long and suddenly, she couldn’t stand the torment.
“Just take me, Gordon,” she pleaded, pushing herself into his hand. “Please. I need you inside me now.” As she spoke, her hands dipped boldly lower to envelope his staff.
Hot, steel-like, throbbing and alive. She held it in her hand and it felt like she had a part of him to call her own, even if just for a few delicious moments. Even if only for tonight.
A deep-throated growl rumbled like thunder from his chest as she stroked him with both hands. He was immense, dwarfing her small palms. Growing bolder, she gazed down beyond his washboard belly to that thickly veined, surging pole. Her fingers circled the tiny slit in the middle of his purpled mushroom cap, which dripped with precum. Smudging the moisture on her fingertips, she lifted them hungrily to her lips, and tasted him. It was such a deliciously wanton thing to do – but she needed to taste him. And damn, he tasted so good. He watched her suck on her fingers, and once more, he groaned, the sound echoing throughout the room.
His whole body seemed to tremor as she explored his length, masturbating him firmly with one hand while the other hand cupped his swaying sacs. There was no question of her now being able to wait. Even if it meant flipping him on his back and impaling herself on him, she’d do it. This was her point of no return: a minute’s more delay would drive her insane.
The urgency in her touch, in the way she writhed beneath him – in her loud, aching moans, registered well enough with him. In seconds, he’d retrieved a condom and slipped it on. She took that moment to settle back on her elbows, her knees parted invitingly in wait for him by the time he was ready. He viewed her glistening pussy lips with eyes that blazed darkly. Her name spilled from his lips, the sound full of passion, even yearning. She smiled beguilingly, her hand lifting to cup and squeeze on her breast.
“I’m so ready, Gordon,” she informed him, simply for effect since he could very well see she was positively dripping with need for him to take her. His lips parted as air rushed into his chest, then was expelled again in a bracing rush.
“As am I,” he returned – another needless declaration, what with his cock lengthening to incredible proportions right before her eyes. It seemed hard to fathom that he could get any bigger. Would he ever stop growing, she marveled, as the rearing entity at his groin looked like a separate part of his body. Her inner walls clenched and unclenched on the emptiness within, and she was almost in tears with want.
This could be over very quickly, she feared. Not that she feared his prowess, no. She was more afraid of her own reaction. Something told her that one single thrust of that monster cock might just finish her. She would try to hold on as long as she could, and no matter how good it felt, she vowed to savor every moment. It was a prospect of stamina that she almost couldn’t wait to explore…
Chapter Ten
Intoxicating.
That was one word he could use to describe her. She had pulled him close, opened wide to him. Now he braced himself above her, his eyes locked with hers. He wanted to be looking into her beautiful face when he claimed her. Damn it, he’d also wanted to linger over every moment, explore every
“I need to feel like you mean it, Victoria.”
“Damn it, Gordon, I want you so bad it physically hurts,” she confessed half in agony, half in frustration. Her body was clamoring for so many things: his lips, his hands, and his cock. She wanted to spread her legs as wide as they would go, pull his body down to her, and guide him straight into her waiting canal. No preliminaries required, not this first time. She wanted it thorough, fast and hard. She’d held back for far too long and suddenly, she couldn’t stand the torment.
“Just take me, Gordon,” she pleaded, pushing herself into his hand. “Please. I need you inside me now.” As she spoke, her hands dipped boldly lower to envelope his staff.
Hot, steel-like, throbbing and alive. She held it in her hand and it felt like she had a part of him to call her own, even if just for a few delicious moments. Even if only for tonight.
A deep-throated growl rumbled like thunder from his chest as she stroked him with both hands. He was immense, dwarfing her small palms. Growing bolder, she gazed down beyond his washboard belly to that thickly veined, surging pole. Her fingers circled the tiny slit in the middle of his purpled mushroom cap, which dripped with precum. Smudging the moisture on her fingertips, she lifted them hungrily to her lips, and tasted him. It was such a deliciously wanton thing to do – but she needed to taste him. And damn, he tasted so good. He watched her suck on her fingers, and once more, he groaned, the sound echoing throughout the room.
His whole body seemed to tremor as she explored his length, masturbating him firmly with one hand while the other hand cupped his swaying sacs. There was no question of her now being able to wait. Even if it meant flipping him on his back and impaling herself on him, she’d do it. This was her point of no return: a minute’s more delay would drive her insane.
The urgency in her touch, in the way she writhed beneath him – in her loud, aching moans, registered well enough with him. In seconds, he’d retrieved a condom and slipped it on. She took that moment to settle back on her elbows, her knees parted invitingly in wait for him by the time he was ready. He viewed her glistening pussy lips with eyes that blazed darkly. Her name spilled from his lips, the sound full of passion, even yearning. She smiled beguilingly, her hand lifting to cup and squeeze on her breast.
“I’m so ready, Gordon,” she informed him, simply for effect since he could very well see she was positively dripping with need for him to take her. His lips parted as air rushed into his chest, then was expelled again in a bracing rush.
“As am I,” he returned – another needless declaration, what with his cock lengthening to incredible proportions right before her eyes. It seemed hard to fathom that he could get any bigger. Would he ever stop growing, she marveled, as the rearing entity at his groin looked like a separate part of his body. Her inner walls clenched and unclenched on the emptiness within, and she was almost in tears with want.
This could be over very quickly, she feared. Not that she feared his prowess, no. She was more afraid of her own reaction. Something told her that one single thrust of that monster cock might just finish her. She would try to hold on as long as she could, and no matter how good it felt, she vowed to savor every moment. It was a prospect of stamina that she almost couldn’t wait to explore…
Chapter Ten
Intoxicating.
That was one word he could use to describe her. She had pulled him close, opened wide to him. Now he braced himself above her, his eyes locked with hers. He wanted to be looking into her beautiful face when he claimed her. Damn it, he’d also wanted to linger over every moment, explore every
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