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“Baby…” Mr. Collins croaks, begs.
I lean forward and, eyes on him, take the tip of his cock into my mouth, suckle the leaking head. A burst of sweet ocean flavor explodes over my palate and he gifts me with a sigh of relief.
More pre-cum seeps from the tip and I siphon it clean, lap at the sensitive slit, savor his creamy, salty flavor.
I clasp his cock at the base, stroke him from root to tip and back again, jack his thick shaft, and lick up each new droplet of his seed. He’s breathing hard, but manages to stay motionless for me.
Without further hesitation, I swallow him whole, let that magnificent crown slip down my throat and suck him gently, savor him. His cock throbs. Hot. Alive. Fertile with his unspent seed.
I moan, aroused again by having his dick in my mouth, the man at my mercy.
I work my hand with my mouth, rise and fall along his length. His hips shift, work with me while I give him as much pleasure as I can. I love the taste of his skin, his pre-cum.
He tightens his hold, and his breath comes in harsh, train-like pants. I shift my gaze to his face, see the tension in his body and the pure, agonizing pleasure in his features.
After another few deep, passionate sucks, he stops me, hand to my cheek. “Baby, don’t.”
I allow him to withdraw from the hot cavern of my mouth. “Why?” I whisper, unwilling to break our quiet spell.
“I don’t want to come yet, and I will if you keep doing that.”
I smile wide and let a small giggle escape.
He releases my hair and snags my arm, tugs on me. “Get up.”
I scramble to my feet, and he seizes me, lifting me free of the tub, flinging droplets of water to the floor. In one quick move, he deposits my ass on the cool counter beside the sink. He nudges my knees apart, wedges himself between my thighs until I’m spread wide once again and then I wrap my legs around his waist. My p**sy spasms at the prospect of being filled, stretched. His dick brushes against my wet seam and the touch causes my heart to flutter like a butterfly’s wing.
I’m anxious, more than ready, but he doesn’t penetrate me right away. No, his gaze is focused between my legs, and the path he’s tracing along my lower lips with the head of his cock. Up and down, he paints me with his pre-cum, teasing my sensitive flesh with the gentle contact.
My cunt gushes, preparing itself for him, his fat dick. My nipples are rock hard, begging for his touch, and my p**sy is just as demanding.
“Please,” I beg when I can no longer stand the anticipation. “f**k me.”
I lean forward, bite his lower lip and tug, then lap at the hurt I caused before sliding my tongue between his open lips. This isn’t a duel for dominance, it’s a slow exploration, a tender meeting of mouths.
With unhurried movements, he slides his arms beneath my thighs, and lifts me from the counter. I grip his shoulders, hold him close. With our gazes on one another, he lowers me the tiniest bit onto his shaft. The blunt tip spears my opening, but he only gives me an inch of his dick, just the head.
We’re sharing air, breathing into one another and savoring this moment together. His muscles strain against his skin while he lifts and lowers me that tiny bit over his dick, giving me just enough to crave the rest of him.
“More,” I whisper. “Need you.”
He lowers me a little more, making my hole stretch wider. My p**sy contracts, tightens around him, and yanks a groan from deep within his chest.
And that was only a couple more inches.
“Kri…”
He growls, lifts me, and then plows into my p**sy. My muscles protest the entire time, but he slams me down on his dick, and covers my mouth to stifle my scream.
Oh, f**k. My cunt is on fire, needy little hole just begging to be punished by him.
I tear my mouth away, go limp in his arms and throw my head back. His dick pulses and twitches inside me. He’s not even finished, there’s an inch or two left. Oh, god.
Good… good doesn’t describe the feeling of being connected to him this way.
I know I’ll be able to take him once we get into a nice rhythm. That’s when the real fun will begin.
Mr. Collins tugs and pulls, positions me in his arms while he looks for an angle that will give him deeper penetration. I love this part, love being stuffed with him, love when, he forces me to take him all. The feeling of being stretched to bursting has become addictive, and I love his thickly veined cock stringing my sensitive inner walls.
He grinds, he thrusts, pulls and gyrates, sending a rush of pleasure through me like an unstoppable tsunami.
I breathe through clenched teeth, sift through the initial pain and stoke my arousal.
Mr. Collins is doing the same, working his muscles to get deeper, piston harder, give us both more of what we crave.
Then, he finds it: that perfect position that strokes and pets my G-spot, wrings a muffled cry from my lips. I tremble around him, p**sy tightening around his dick.
As if that was a sign, he begins pummeling his cock into me, forcing my cunt into submission, shoving until I take him to the base.
With a groan, he slams until I can feel his balls slap against my ass and I mewl quietly. I love this. Love his cock. Love being forced to take what he gives and like it. No matter how hard he f**ks me, how sore I am when it’s over, I love having his dick inside me, flesh locked and bodies becoming one in the most intimate way possible.
Dick fully embedded in my cunt, Mr. Collins deposits me back on the counter, my ass resting just on the edge. Before he returns to his punishing thrusts, he shoves his tongue into my mouth, making sure my noises won’t draw unnecessary attention.
Then, he’s f**king me, pounding into me with short, rapid and precise jabs. Each thrust sends another bolt of pleasure through me, surrounding me and drawing me closer to the precipice. Sucking his dick had aroused me, but this is bringing me closer and closer to climax. He shoves his tongue into my mouth, does his best to keep me quiet.