Daisy #2
He takes my jeans off, and then my panties, and he puts one of my knees over his shoulder and looks up the length of me with the streetlight coming through the paper on the window and the warm glow of the lamp.
When his mouth comes to the inside of my thigh, anticipation makes my stomach tighten.
Moisture gathers at the place I want his mouth most and he moans.
“God, I’ve missed your scent,” he says, moving his mouth over my skin.
“I’ve missed the taste of you.” He moves to my other thigh, giving it equal attention as the heat inside me builds.
“I’ve missed making you come on my fingers, with my mouth, on my cock…
” he says against my clit, his hot breath making me whimper as he trails off. “Your pussy ruined me, Daisy.”
I hear the metal of his belt buckle clatter as he opens it with one hand. Then his zipper before his shoulder is moving rhythmically, telling me he is stroking himself.
“I’ve come so many times to the memory of you.” He uses his free hand to lift my foot onto the counter, spreading my center in the process so he can get full access. “This pretty cunt has me completely unhinged.”
Finally, his mouth lands exactly where I need it most and I make a noise loud enough that if the café was open somebody would have heard it.
He has remembered everything. What makes my breath hitch, what gets me close, the thing I really loved where he sucks gently at my increasingly sensitive inner labia.
His shoulder continues to move, telling me he is enjoying this just as much as I am, and that somehow heightens the pleasure.
“Mechislav,” I pant, my hand coming to the back of his head. “Please,” I beg, knowing he could draw this out all night if he wanted, and it would be amazing, but I need to come. I need the release.
He brings his mouth up to cover my clit and it’s all over. I come with both hands in his hair, my heel digging into his back, my other leg shooting straight out, saying something that is mostly his name and partly swearing.
He works me down and then rests his head against my thigh for a second, face glistening with my juices, shoulder still moving steadily.
“Stand up,” I manage.
He does, his trousers dropping with the motion. His cock is large and veined, the head a deeper red color than the paler shaft. The tip shines with precum.
I quickly pull off my T-shirt and bra and spread my legs as far apart as I can, resting each foot against the edge of the ply. Slowly, I use my fingers to part my pussy lips for him.
He watches my every movement, groaning when I lick my lips.
“Your cock ruined me for anyone else too,” I say, feeling brave after what we just did. “It’s all my pussy wants. Nothing measures up. I even bought a toy to help, but it just doesn’t cut it.”
His eyes darken at my revelation.
“Please, Mechislav. Give me what I need.”
He looks absolutely feral. His teeth are bared and clenched as he holds himself back. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he says, but it sounds like it costs him.
“It’s okay,” I urge, a fresh wave of needy pleasure rolling through me as I stroke up and down between my folds. “I know what to expect this time, and I need you to take me, make me yours.”
His eyes snap to mine, and whatever he sees in them must be enough because he closes the small gap between us with half a step, lifts his foot onto a saw horse, takes one of my thighs in one of his big hands and lines himself up with his other.
He bumps the head against my entrance, stroking over my slit.
“You’re so fucking wet, Daisy,” he grunts leaning back a little to get a better view.
I don’t reply, I just watch as his cock begins to push into me. I move my hand because I need more stability, but he quickly replaces it with his own, spreading my pussy lips wide.
“Such a pretty pussy,” he says, pulling out slightly just to inch back in a little further. “Taking my cock so well.”
The stretch is next level. I feel every thick inch push inside me, stroking my walls
“Watch me fuck you, Daisy. Watch me fill you. Watch me make you mine,” he says.
He starts off slow, his muscles flickering beneath his skin with restraint. He sets a deep rhythm, angling his hips, keeping one hand beside my center and the other pressing my thigh back.
Then he thrusts harder, shunting me over the ply and dragging me back, until my splayed hands can’t keep me up anymore, and I collapse down to my elbows.
He briefly lets go of my thigh and takes my nipple between his thumb and fore finger, rolling it until I cry out.
“That’s it Daisy. Take everything I give you.”
Pleasure is building quickly now, the sight of this huge man losing himself in me pushing me higher and higher.
“Cum in me, Mech,” I plead, knowing I can’t hold out much longer. “Fill my pussy with your hot cum.”
His head tips back on a groan as the full thickness of him throbs and jerks inside me. The sensation catapults me over the edge and a scream tears from my throat as I come apart.
I don’t know how long it lasts for. All I can do is try to survive it as wave after wave crashes over me. My body responds to every one of his twitches as he empties himself inside me. Each spurt of cum punctuated by a sound of pleasure ranging from groans to growls.
When his body collapses forward, his eyes open, finding me naked and spent in front of him. He brings his mouth to my nipple and sucks, grunting as his pelvis thrusts once more, seemingly out of his control.