Shiraz by Gisell DeJesus Page B

so hard and perky. He watched me play with myself
for a few more moments before inching forward, wrapping two fingers
around the base of his cock. He had found the treasure chest inside
my pussy and was determined to mine for all it was
worth.
    He ducked his head down and drooled a
fresh vat of saliva all over my labia, readying my insides for his
glorious entry. Still over me, his abs flexing, he took his cock
and poked the head against the outside walls of my pussy. I invited
him in, and he filled my chambers in a way I never thought
possible. He was gentle at first, sliding the entire length of him
into my passage several times in and out, letting me experience the
width that he possessed. As he continued to slide in and out of me,
I clenched his cock with my vaginal muscles while he gripped my hip
bone with one hand and cupped my right tit with another.
    We danced with each other in perfect
harmony, increasing our rhythm as I sat up and kissed his mouth
again. My nails scurried their way into his shoulders, burrowing
deep enough that I should have come up with skin underneath. He
shifted our weight, taking me back with him in a sitting position.
Switching, I was now the pilot, riding his cock like a carnival
attraction that showed no signs of ever closing for the night. My
hips gyrated against his as if we were trying to make a fire in the
woods. He was impaling me, stabbing my uterus over and over again,
permanently tattooing himself inside of me.  
    He allotted me control for some time,
but I could tell he wanted to get behind the wheel once more. I
hoisted myself off, stopping to clench him once more with my hand.
He and I were both drenched in sex from head to toe. I licked my
hand and taunted him with my pussy, rubbing my clit with two
fingers. He responded exactly as I wanted, bending me over and
positioning me at the head of the bed. I felt him enter me from
behind, a forcible penetration that sent a brand new wave of
ecstasy through my nervous system. My g-spot was begging for mercy.
He gripped my hips as if his life depended on it, pounding my ass
with his pelvis and generating shockwaves of pleasure throughout my
body.  
    I felt it coming again. I gave in and
cried out, riding the wave of a second and even more powerful
orgasm. He slowed his motions to allow me full access to his
penetration, hugging his cock with my pussy while I came down from
the clouds. I was in utter disbelief at his ability, and wanted to
reward him properly.
    I shuffled forward and turned around,
remaining on my knees. I faced his cock and swallowed it, revolving
my tongue around the head and spitting on the shaft like I was
auditioning for a role in a porn film. I could feel the veins in
his base thickening, rapidly approaching his own climax. I wanted
to taste everything he had to offer. I combined my mouth and hand
into one fluid motion, hoping to send him over the edge.
 
    His vocal outburst was my
only warning. He growled and snarled as his cock began to twitch
violently in my mouth, and his hole erupted at the back of my
throat, a sharpshooting of his man juice that might as well have
produced an exit wound. I held my grip on the base of his cock
while he continued to spurt and spasm, sucking down every drop like
I was drowning and his balls contained oxygen. When he finally came
to a rest, I licked my lips savoring the very last drop of his seed
and ran my tongue across my chin.
    I lay down on the bed next to him,
completely spent. I had no idea what I had been looking for when I
first came to the show tonight, but he had the answer and gave it
to me in droves. Nothing else crossed my mind during our afterglow
period, I was in utter bliss.
    “ I’m glad you decided to
come.”
    Ryan’s deep, manly voice reverberated
through the room, jarring me out of a peaceful silence and making
me realize we had not exchanged a single word since I first entered
his room. Jesus, that was hot.
    He sat up, leaning to his left and
peering down