42 | Georgia
THE TASTE OF my own strawberry lip gloss lingers on Henry’s tongue as I kiss him, a ragged gasp escaping from both our lips as I grind my hips into his.
He thinks I’m beautiful.
Gripping the hem of his t-shirt with my fingertips, I urge him to take it off as he rocks against me, teasing my throbbing clit with his erection. Without hesitation, he discards his shirt before hungrily pulling my own over my head, the delicate pointelle fabric stretching with his grip.
He thinks I’m perfect.
My skin prickles as the warmth of his toned hand moves up my back and lifts me from the soft cushioning of the living room carpet. My legs resting over his lap and bare chest pressed against his own, he seamlessly pulls down my fabric shorts as a hungry groan escapes his parted lips.
“I know you’re already so wet for me,” he whispers, his free hand grazing over my thighs as I breathily groan in anticipation.
“Please let me touch you, Henry–”
“Be patient, baby.”
He smirks against my lips as he kisses me earnestly, and my pussy instantly aches with need.
Setting me down against the carpet once more, Henry’s muscular figure towers over me as he kneels between my legs. Green eyes piercing into me desperately, trailing from my lips down to my glistening clit, he slowly unbuttons the waist of his jeans and allows for his jutting erection to spring from the constricting fabric.
My breath hitches as I take in his naked, sculpted figure; every muscle carved deeply and enhanced by the golden tan of his skin.
He likes me more than he’s ever liked anyone.
Henry strokes his straining cock at its base as he watches me, heat flickering in his eyes and cheeks flushed crimson.
“Will you open that pretty mouth for me?” he asks, his voice gruff and tortured.
I nod, obediently beginning to sit up, when he stops me. In one quick movement, he removes a pillow from the nearby couch and places it beneath my head as I lie against the floor, sweeping my hair out of the way as he does it.
“Good girl,” Henry grunts as he places a muscular leg on either side of my torso, hovering his weight above me as his pre-come drips between my breasts.
Wetness pools beneath my pussy as I stick out my tongue, gently circling it around his pulsating tip as I grip the base of his cock.
“Fuck, Georgia,” he whimpers as he feverishly rakes his fingers through the top of my hair.
My body trembles in searing arousal as I engulf his dick in the wet heat of my mouth, my lips wrapping around the base in perfect rhythm with my groping hand. His hips jerk in response to my movements, and his lips part in ecstasy as saliva pours from my reddened lips and onto my heaving tits.
“Shit, Georgia. Oh my fucking god…”
His voice shakes in between ragged breaths as I take all of him. He tightens his fingers around my hair instinctively, burying himself in me and allowing his throbbing erection to graze the back of my throat. My eyes water in pleasure as he starts to slowly thrust his hips back and forth. With his abdomen grinding against the tip of my nose with each pump, Henry holds the back of my neck still – anchoring my position as he sinks himself into me.
“Look at me, baby” Henry orders, his cock pulsating as my swollen lips grip his base.
I flick my eyelashes up at him, a rough gag escaping my throat as he plunges forward again and the salty taste of his pre-come fills my senses with an insatiable desire.
“You’re so perfect,” he mutters, his raspy voice sweetened as his body quivers in pleasure.
I grip the plush carpeting beneath me as his thrusting grows ragged and breaths quicken, my head and neck still held fervently against him to satisfy his every need. I groan in pleasure, my clit throbbing with more intensity every second.
“Fuck, Georgia, I-I’m gonna come,” he stammers, his head tilting back as his grip tightens on my hair.
Tears drip down my cheeks as his come releases into my throat, a primal moan leaving his lips as his cock throbs with fiery bliss. His urgent thrusts slow to a stop as he draws himself out of me, his cock still standing upright and dripping with my saliva.
“God, you make me feel so good,” he growls as he greedily pulls me toward him, clasping my wet and swollen lips to his own.
The taste of his come still saturates my tongue as he kisses me, but he doesn’t pull back; instead groaning with pleasure as he slips a brawny hand between my trembling legs. With one finger, he gently rubs along the seam of my pussy, from my pulsing clit down to the creamy, sensitive entrance.
“Your turn, beautiful,” he groans shakily as he sinks one finger into my pussy, his knuckle pressing against the slick folds as he curves towards my G-spot.
“Oh, fuck–” I start, my breaths immediately quickening and face reddened as he clasps his other hand over my mouth.
“Shh,” he purrs, a smirk curling at the edge of his lips. “Take it like a good girl for me.”
I nod, shutting my eyes as waves of pleasure overwhelm my senses. Fire pools in my abdomen as his finger slips in and out of me, his rhythm growing erratic and desperate as I moan louder.
“Are you gonna come for me?” he asks, his chiseled jaw clenching in concentration.
I shake my head between ragged breaths as I grasp onto his wrist, immediately slowing his pace. He releases his cupped palm from my swollen lips, allowing me to speak.
“I want to come on your cock,” I whisper, my eyes glimmering with heat as they meet his own.
“Yes, ma’am,” he rasps, a boyish smile forming on his lips as he positions himself on top of me. “Do you have a condom?”
“I have an IUD,” I reply as I sink both hands into his hair, pulling him towards me firmly until his lips meet mine.
Without protest, Henry’s body melts into my own, his weight and large frame driving me into the soft cushion of the carpet. As his tongue swirls around mine, I feverishly dig my nails into his lower back, shoving his hips forward and encouraging his stiff erection to grind against the glistening entrance of my pussy.
“I need you, Henry,” I beg, my breaths shaking with desire as his pre-come drips onto the heated skin of my inner thigh.
“I know, baby, I know…”
His shuddering words are overpowered as Henry plunges his dick inside me, every inch of him filling and stretching my aching pussy. He settles his weight between my legs as he thrusts slowly and deeply, as if savoring every second that he’s inside of me. A whiny moan escapes my lips as his cock disappears into my body, my scorching breasts bouncing up and down with each deliberate stroke.
“You’re doing so good for me,” he grunts, his voice throaty and hoarse as his thrusts intensify.
“Harder,” I demand, my fingernails scraping down the searing skin of his back.
He does as I ask, his hips pounding into mine as my pussy drenches his erection.
“Oh my god, Henry–”
Blood rushes into my ears, deafening me, as I drench the floor beneath us. His throbbing dick to slips in and out of me with complete ease, and I can tell I won’t last much longer.
“Fuck, Georgia… you’re so wet. So tight–”
His eyes close in ecstasy as he continues to fill me up, with every thrust increasing the burning heat inside me.
“Y-You’re gonna make me come,” I stutter, my pussy surging with erratic waves of intense bliss as I get closer.
My breaths are chaotic and cheeks burning hot as he maintains his pulsing rhythm, driving into me with full force as grunted moans escape his throat.
“Come for me, princess,” he rasps, his cheeks surging with heat.
My pussy instantly tightens around his shaft as shockwaves of pleasure overwhelm my every sense, triggering his own orgasm. Henry’s come floods my pussy as he roughly gasps my name, eyes rolling back and closing smoothly as ripples of pleasure consume him.
“Fuck, Georgia–” he stammers through unsteady breaths as he slows his thrusts to a stop, still allowing his pulsating cock to remain inside of me. Leaning his firm chest against my own, he takes me into a shaky kiss as he strokes my hair.
“Henry?” I ask after a beat of silence, my voice quivering from exhaustion.
“What is it, gorgeous?”
“I think you’re beautiful, too.”