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This time I nod, the words not coming to my throat.
Another strike lands and that’s enough to propel me over the edge. I scream and cry, sob while the pleasure overtakes me, pours through my veins like molten lava and snatches away whatever control that remained.
“Kri…” I sob. “f**k me.”
His hand continues to move, draws out the feelings of ecstasy and my heat continues to clench and milk him, as if asking for a bit more.
“You want more?”
“No, your cock.” I snarl. He damn well knows what I want. He does like to tease, though.
“Mm.” Mr. Collins slides his fingers free of my p**sy and licks them, savors my juices. “Ask nicely.”
“Please,” I beg.
“Please what?”
“Please, f**k me.” Then, I add hastily. “Sir.”
He purrs, flips me and crawls over my prone body. “Maybe.”
He lowers his head and flicks his tongue over my sensitive p**sy lips, causes a shiver of lust to shoot deep into my belly. His hot breath sears my wet cunt and I can’t breathe. His tongue circles my clit, the loving licks scorch me as if his tongue is pure flame.
What he’s doing, the way he touches and stokes me, almost makes me come. His tongue is evil. Wicked. God, how I love it. One time, instead of giving me his dick like I begged, he merely lapped at me all night long. I forget how many times I came all over his tongue.
Mr. Collins grunts and his tongue spears my slit. Sinful sensations dance like a prima ballerina throughout my body. I’m so close, yet not, and this state of arousal is overwhelming. “Kri!”
He chuckles against me and then licks me in rapid strokes, yanking a mewl from deep within my chest. Delicious, pure sensation engulfs me, the pleasure unbelievable and f**king wicked.
“Kri!”
“Say please.”
I swallow. “Pretty please?”
“Mm… my girl.”
He puts me into the position he desires, flips me over to my hands and knees with my ass turned toward him just so. I hear fabric ruffling, a zipper being lowered and a second later, the tip of a hard cock is poised at my entrance.
The ache in my p**sy intensifies and I whine, anxious to be filled by him.
Inch by inch, he enters me and I close my eyes, focus on the overwhelming sensations. It’s like his thrust goes on and on and he doesn’t stop until his balls press against my needy clit. God. From this position, it feels like his cock has pushed through to my stomach.
With ease, he retreats and then gives me a leisurely thrust, deepening my pleasure, stringing it along. Long, lazy strokes torment me and I bite my lip, purposefully tighten my cunt. He curses as I massage his hard shaft with my wet p**sy.
He smacks my ass and digs his fingers into my hips, grips me hard.
Oh, yes.
My heart thrums a wild tattoo as he f**ks me in earnest now, short, rapid thrusts that rekindle my arousal and send me inching toward yet another orgasm. The slap of his balls against my clit has me panting and mewling, pleasure riding through my body. I gasp and shudder, p**sy spasming around him and the pleasure in my veins thickens. His shaft grinds against the walls of my cunt. Scorching. f**kalicious. Waves of heat roll through me and I can feel my orgasm approaching.
So f**king close…
And just before it’s there, before it can overtake me, he yanks his hard shaft from my p**sy.
“Kri!”
He laughs, the bastard.
I look over my shoulder, watch him shimmy his jeans down, his hard cock bobbing and coated with my juices, and then he lowers himself to the ground beside me.
“Come here.” He motions me closer. “Ride me, baby girl. I want to suck these pretty titties while you f**k yourself on my dick.”
Okay, he’s forgiven.
He doesn’t need to twist my arm to do as he asks. I roll to my feet, chuck my sneakers and strip from the waist down. My top and bra soon follow, leaving me completely nude and exposed in the forest.
In moments, I’m over him, knees on either side of his hips. Mr. Collins grabs my waist and sheaths himself in my heat in one, smooth thrust.
I keen, throw my head back and scream into the sky. God, he gets me every time. I know I say it every time we’re together, but it’s always true. The sensation of being filled beyond rational thought and I love it so much. I tremble when he grinds his shaft into me to the root, searching out deeper penetration. His pubic hair grazes my aching clit.
He puts a hand behind me, shoves my chest forward and takes a nipple into his mouth, sucks me deep and nibbles the flesh. My spine creaks as I throw my head back, revel in the sensations. I love it when he does this and shimmering heat shoots straight to my overheated s*x. I mewl like a kitten and Mr. Collins groans in response.
I know he loves to hear my responses to him, gets off on my sounds. He lifts my hips just enough that he can shove his dick in and out of my sensitive hole, f**ks me with quick, precise strokes that make me grow wetter. The lewd, wet sounds of his cock sliding in and out of me sound obscene in this perfect setting.