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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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He released his hand from my mouth when he was confident I wouldn’t scream, yet his body still pressed me right against the back of the door. The dimly room did not shadow his insanely good looks.
“What the actual fuck?!” I whispered loudly, my eyes burned into his.
“It’s killing me” he exclaimed frustratedly, pushing His fingers through his hair.
“What is?!” I asked, heart pumping at the very thought of his answer.
“You....and him” he sighed through gritted teeth.
I snorted and put my hands on his chest, pushing him slightly, but he didn’t budge.
Upstairs, ‘Poison’ by Alice Cooper blasted out.
He lifted a hand up and gently tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, like the way he used to.
“So beautiful” he whispered softly.
His words were enough to melt away any last shred of restraint and suddenly our lips found each other. Hot and hungry, his tongue met mine as he pressed tighter against me, I could feel his excitement pushing on my thigh.
His lips moved down to my neck as his hands gripped my breasts, he pulled them out of my dress and pinched my nipples tightly making me hiss and throw my head back against the door. He sucked one into his mouth and rolled his tongue over it, I moaned loudly put my hand on the back of his head willing him to continue. He stepped back and pulled me with him, his hand on my wrist, he spun me round and bent me over the abandoned pool table in the middle of the room, pushing me down by the back of my neck.
His hands lifted my dress up and I felt my knickers being pushed to one side. I spread my legs, allowing him more access. And gasped in shock as he lifted up a leg and placed it on the table. I could feel the cool air against my already wet pussy. And gasped as his fingers slid inside me so easily. The familiar feeling of his fingers working caused me to cry out. His tongue replaced them quickly, pressing through the folds of skin to that sensitive bundle of nerves. I instinctively pushed back onto his face as his tongue pushed inside me.
I could hear him fumble with his belt buckle and a rip of a condom wrapper as his tongue was still massaging my clit. The intense feeling building up inside. I cried out as I began to gush, feeling the vibrations of his moan as his tongue lapped at my juices. He stood up and ran the tip of his cock up and down my my slit.
He meant forward so his mouth was next to my ear.
“Tell me you want this” he breathed in my ear... |
