Chapter Four #2
I blink rapidly and can just see flashes of bright pink flesh.
Glossy, wet, and smooth as silicon. I dart my eyes up and see her small breasts jiggling with each nudge of my fat head against her still body.
Her nipples have furled into taut raisins, and I’m almost sad I didn’t see it as it happened.
I want to watch up close like a nature photographer, catching every detail as sensitive skin pulls and puckers.
My cock slides up, my helmeted rim catching on her swollen nub.
How the fuck do men complain about pussies being complicated?
I can fucking see her clitoris clear as day.
I can hear her breath catch every time I glide over it, every time my thick shaft settles heavily on it. This ain't fucking rocket science.
Her cunt is my sole focus now. I can’t look away from how it juicily hugs my cock.
Pink taco makes a whole lot more sense. Her juices are slick and make wet, sticky sounds as flesh clings to flesh.
I’m gonna fuck her. I’m gonna fuck her deep and hard.
Whatever my brain and cock want because she’s my hole for the night.
She’s gonna take it however I want to give it.
My cry is strangled when my knob catches at her entrance.
She’s so fucking tiny, my tip is a glistening ball, half submerged, her skin going taut and pale as I sink slowly—
“Condom!” she cries out raggedly, as if the word were ripped out of her chest.
Fuck. Fuck. I close my eyes and breathe deeply as the encroaching redness on my vision stagnates and fades.
The urge to shove hard and fuck her bare is a stone in my chest, but I ignore it.
She’s a sex worker. A hot little whore. I can’t fucking bareback her, no matter how tempting her sweet pussy looks, gripping my fat cock.
“Sorry.” I finally mutter and pull out of her tight cunt with a grunt. I look around and see a pile of shiny gold wrappers on the nightstand. Thank the lord she came prepared because I don’t know what the fuck I’d have done if I had to run to the corner mart right now.
She doesn’t move as I walk naked around the bed and roll a condom down my long cock.
I’m standing over her, but her head is turned away.
She’s gorgeous, her torso long and taut, her pussy lips gleaming next to stretched cotton.
Those cute panties are getting binned after tonight.
My mouth waters to slither my tongue into her cunt and taste her.
Is that allowed? I should have asked Marcus more questions.
Now that my mind is set on losing my V-card, I can’t wait any longer, even to snack on this delectable slit. I’m going to feel what I’ve been missing all these years. I can’t wait for Gracyn to come back into my life. Not anymore. I need to move on. Move forward.
No more words. No more thinking. I crawl back over her, settling back into place.
I grin to myself as I fist her flimsy panties and tear them off in one quick jerk.
She swallows her gasp, and I can see a faint red line where the waist dug in before snapping.
I trace it slowly with the tip of my finger.
Then I grip my cock just under my head and line up.
When I’m lodged, and her hourglass waist is in my hands, I close my eyes and thrust.
“Aarghh!” I can’t stop my strangled roar as wet, heated pressure envelops me.
It’s a slow, tight slip into paradise. I keep going and going, grunting, my ass clenching and knees sliding wide.
Her legs bend and hug my hips as my balls slap her ass, and I go still in the throbbing heat of exquisite gash.
I drag the back of my hand across my wet eyes.
Fuck. I can’t let this pretty little slut see me crying over her pussy.
But fuck me if she’s not worth every cent.
I curl over her, sucking her hard nipple into my mouth and teasing it with my teeth as I snap my hips back and begin fucking.
I’m thick and her pussy clings to me as I pull out and shove back in.
My stomach is flush with hers, and I can feel her tremble, fighting to hold still, stay silent.
I like knowing she’s following directions like a good girl, but she’d be screaming for my cock if left to her own devices.
I lick up her clavicle and suck at the tender skin under her ear. Fuck, she tastes sweeter than honey.
I feel her juices push out around my cock, and the slap of my hips is loud and wet.
My balls are so high and tight they’re not even swinging.
Knowing I won’t be able to hold off, I let loose, slamming my pelvis against her mound and arching my back.
I grab her under her knees and fold her like a pretty pretzel.
Her knees over her little tits and her feet flopping high.
I can’t look away from her tight slit as my veiny dick fucks in and out of it.
Goddamn, it’s like some rainforest flower, fleshy and thick and oozing while my stem glides in and out of it roughly.
We’re organic matter that nature saw fit to piece together smoothly, effortlessly, animalistically.