is.
But not right away. Oh no, Alex is the best kind of tease. He nibbles at the juncture of my thighs, drawing out the anticipation before his mouth is finally on me. It’s been a long time since anyone has given me face-to-pussy resuscitation. I don’t remember it being anything close to this incredible.
“ Jesus, you’re . . . do you like that?” His words are muffled because he’s busy licking away.
The hair gripping and hip bucking should make it clear I do, in fact, like it.
I moan a garbled God yes, Alex to ensure my pleasure sounds are taken in an affirmative context.
Hot breath caresses hotter skin as he eases a finger inside. Intense sensation builds and spirals. Heat rolls over me in a crushing wave, funneling through my limbs to the center of my body. He adds another finger and twists up and in, hitting the heavenly spot I can only get to with my fake plastic friends.
It’s an intense burn, rising higher as his fingers keep time with the soft strokes of his tongue and the intentional grazes of his teeth. I’m holding on—barely—wanting to submit to the sensation, desperate for it not to end. When he adds a third finger, my toes curl. White heat radiates across my skin.
I curse as my legs fight to close. Alex holds them open with his forearms, fingers moving faster until I’m coming, and coming, and coming some more.
He places a tiny kiss on my clit and follows a straight line up my body with his mouth, pausing at each nipple on the way until his lips meet mine.
“ Was it good?”
“ It was . . . I . . . you . . . awesome.” It’s as coherent as I’m going to get. I reach between us and grab his cock. “Return the favor?”
He graces me with a snort. “Yeah, I don’t think that’s the best idea right now.”
Of course it’s a good idea; you give, you receive, right? He nabs his wallet from the nightstand. He flips it open, retrieves a quartet of foil squares, and tears one free with his teeth. Seems like an awful lot of condoms. Two is smart, in case one ends up a casualty of misrolling. Maybe it happens often, so he comes extra prepared. With a quick zip, Alex rips open the foil packet and rolls on the condom.
“ I’ll make you feel good. I promise.”
“ Take it slow, Trigger, there’s a lot going on there.” I motion to his wrapped cock.
He runs a soothing hand from the outside of my knee to my hip.
His kiss is all soft lips and sweeping tongue. The thick head probes low, and Alex makes several unhurried passes until we’re both panting again. Propped up on one arm so his eyes are on me, he eases inside. I panic and tense, clamping down like Fort Knox.
“ Relax, beautiful,” he whispers against my mouth. The way he says it, warm and needy, makes my whole body liquid. He goes deeper. “That’s it, Violet.”
He’s right; it feels really good. I groan.
When he pauses, I tighten my legs around his waist to urge him on.
“ You weren’t kidding,” he murmurs, circling his hipsbut staying deep once he’s inside me.
“ About what?”
“ The whole extra-small thing.”
I link my fingers behind his neck. “It’s because you’re a double-XL.”
He eases back and rocks forward. We both whore-moan. “I’m glad your pussy hasn’t exploded.”
I snort-gasp-giggle. “Me, too.”
With each measured thrust, I lift to meet him. Everything turns suddenly intense as he pulls out—way, way out—and pushes in again.
As the heat and the need expand to consume me, he draws one of my legs up, changing the angle. I gasp when he hits the . . . beaver button and then choke on a laugh and end up sounding like a dying animal.
“ You okay?” Alex strokes my cheek.
It’s one of the most intimate gestures I’ve ever experienced in the middle of being sexed by anyone. My previous lovers have been pretty unimpressive in comparison.
“ Fantastic. Carry on.”
His relief is a warm blanket of desire as he resumes his partially finished thrust.
At my insistence he
But not right away. Oh no, Alex is the best kind of tease. He nibbles at the juncture of my thighs, drawing out the anticipation before his mouth is finally on me. It’s been a long time since anyone has given me face-to-pussy resuscitation. I don’t remember it being anything close to this incredible.
“ Jesus, you’re . . . do you like that?” His words are muffled because he’s busy licking away.
The hair gripping and hip bucking should make it clear I do, in fact, like it.
I moan a garbled God yes, Alex to ensure my pleasure sounds are taken in an affirmative context.
Hot breath caresses hotter skin as he eases a finger inside. Intense sensation builds and spirals. Heat rolls over me in a crushing wave, funneling through my limbs to the center of my body. He adds another finger and twists up and in, hitting the heavenly spot I can only get to with my fake plastic friends.
It’s an intense burn, rising higher as his fingers keep time with the soft strokes of his tongue and the intentional grazes of his teeth. I’m holding on—barely—wanting to submit to the sensation, desperate for it not to end. When he adds a third finger, my toes curl. White heat radiates across my skin.
I curse as my legs fight to close. Alex holds them open with his forearms, fingers moving faster until I’m coming, and coming, and coming some more.
He places a tiny kiss on my clit and follows a straight line up my body with his mouth, pausing at each nipple on the way until his lips meet mine.
“ Was it good?”
“ It was . . . I . . . you . . . awesome.” It’s as coherent as I’m going to get. I reach between us and grab his cock. “Return the favor?”
He graces me with a snort. “Yeah, I don’t think that’s the best idea right now.”
Of course it’s a good idea; you give, you receive, right? He nabs his wallet from the nightstand. He flips it open, retrieves a quartet of foil squares, and tears one free with his teeth. Seems like an awful lot of condoms. Two is smart, in case one ends up a casualty of misrolling. Maybe it happens often, so he comes extra prepared. With a quick zip, Alex rips open the foil packet and rolls on the condom.
“ I’ll make you feel good. I promise.”
“ Take it slow, Trigger, there’s a lot going on there.” I motion to his wrapped cock.
He runs a soothing hand from the outside of my knee to my hip.
His kiss is all soft lips and sweeping tongue. The thick head probes low, and Alex makes several unhurried passes until we’re both panting again. Propped up on one arm so his eyes are on me, he eases inside. I panic and tense, clamping down like Fort Knox.
“ Relax, beautiful,” he whispers against my mouth. The way he says it, warm and needy, makes my whole body liquid. He goes deeper. “That’s it, Violet.”
He’s right; it feels really good. I groan.
When he pauses, I tighten my legs around his waist to urge him on.
“ You weren’t kidding,” he murmurs, circling his hipsbut staying deep once he’s inside me.
“ About what?”
“ The whole extra-small thing.”
I link my fingers behind his neck. “It’s because you’re a double-XL.”
He eases back and rocks forward. We both whore-moan. “I’m glad your pussy hasn’t exploded.”
I snort-gasp-giggle. “Me, too.”
With each measured thrust, I lift to meet him. Everything turns suddenly intense as he pulls out—way, way out—and pushes in again.
As the heat and the need expand to consume me, he draws one of my legs up, changing the angle. I gasp when he hits the . . . beaver button and then choke on a laugh and end up sounding like a dying animal.
“ You okay?” Alex strokes my cheek.
It’s one of the most intimate gestures I’ve ever experienced in the middle of being sexed by anyone. My previous lovers have been pretty unimpressive in comparison.
“ Fantastic. Carry on.”
His relief is a warm blanket of desire as he resumes his partially finished thrust.
At my insistence he
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