It was such an erotic display. If he were a younger man, he might have succumbed to his lust right there.
Age had its compensations.
Instead, he dipped his head and laid a feather soft kiss atop the nape of her neck. It was a surprisingly intimate gesture given their current position and she gasped a soft breathy moan as he did it again, and again, trailing kisses down her back. Slowly. So slowly. Slow enough to make her wriggle beneath him as the heated tension inside her wound in ever tighter knots with each flutter of his tongue. And as he kissed down the soft curve of her lower back, his fingers hooked under the strings of her bikini bottoms and dragged them down her legs.
The heady perfume of her desire rose up to greet him, invading his senses, making his mouth water. With his cock straining against its bonds, growing evermore uncomfortable by the second, he pulled back to admire his handiwork. “You’re so beautiful.”
It was the first time anyone had ever said that to her. Cassandra felt her skin burn with a heat that had nothing to do with the desire throbbing inside her. “No, please don’t stare at me like that...”
“But I want to,” he growled, raising one hand to gently caress the ever so slightly rounded swells of her derriere, marvelling at the silky softness of her skin. God she was just so perfect. Her ex must have been mad to even consider breaking up with her.
Shifting his hands ever so slightly, cupping the perfect handfuls of her cheeks, he spread them just enough to reveal the crinkled flesh of her rosebud and the slick swollen folds below. “Mmm... you’re so wet, you naughty girl.”
“Oh god, no please, this is so embarrassing, I can’t help-oh!” Her voice left her in a gasp when the tip of his tongue swirled around her pucker, sweeping and flitting and driving her wild. “No... please... not there... that’s so... dirty...”
“Yeah, and you like it, don’t you?” He switched tact, his hands drawing her to him while tonguing her tight little rosebud.
“Yes!” she sobbed, her back arching even as the world melted down to just the illicit feeling of his slick tongue driving through her sphincter to feast on her little asshole.
God she couldn’t believe she was letting him do this. And she couldn’t believe how good it felt. Though no virgin, Cassandra had never let anyone play with her butt. She’d just never been able to see how anyone could draw any pleasure from doing such things, but with Mr Street, it all just clicked. There was nothing she wouldn’t do for him, and her body knew it, relished it. Her body demanded it.
“Yeah, good girl...” he purred against her pucker, smirking inwardly as it made her shiver, working his tongue in and out against the clutch of her hole. “What do you want?”
“W-what? Oh... oh god...please... I-I-wait!” Panic flaring at the feeling of his tongue leaving her, she threw a look back over her shoulder to see him smirking back at her. “Don’t... don’t stop... please...”
With eyes dark and gleaming with a savage hunger, he seductively licked the taste of her from his lips. “Mmm... you’ve got such a tasty ass Cassandra, I could eat it for days...”
“No, don’t say that...” She’d never heard Mr Street talk like that before. She liked it. His crude words sent sensations tingling through her, hardening her nipples to tight points that ached to be sucked, before he rushed downwards once more.
“Then tell me what you want,” he purred, bending down to touch his lips to her hole in a soft butterfly kiss. Then, slowly kneading the lush curves of her derriere, spreading them wide, he gave the flesh between a long languorous lick. “Go on you dirty girl, give yourself over to your desires. Tell me the things you think about while playing with your pretty pink pussy. What naughty fantasies bring you to that hot sticky end...”
“I can’t... please... it’s embarrassing.” She couldn’t keep from panting now. Her heart pounded harder as he repeated the slow lick again, and again. Each one a little longer than the last and she couldn’t resist wriggling her hips back at him as the tip of his wicked tongue neared the font of her heat throbbing between her legs. A deliciously naughty jolt zipped straight through her centre.
She didn’t know how much longer she’d last if he kept this up. Why did it have to feel so good?
And then...
“If you say so...” The husky rasp of his voice tingled against her inner thighs, making her shudder and whimper. Then he dragged his tongue down her sex, through her swollen folds to flutter over her clit. Sweeping and swirling, stirring her lower belly into a wet, throbbing blaze.
Cassandra couldn’t stand it.
“Oh... oh god... no... please... don’t make me say it... I... I...” Back bowing, she squeezed her eyes shut against the storm, but it wasn’t enough. She was shaking, her climax building.
“Tell me, Cassandra.”
That voice. The way it commanded her name, ordering her to obey. She was powerless to resist as he thrust his tongue deep inside her lush creamy centre, pushing her over the edge and licking her through her release. Each sweep of his tongue prolonged the waves crashing over her, pushing her higher and higher, until the words flew from her in a gasp... “Fuck me, Mr Street!”
“Good girl,” David praised, rising up to savour this view of her, bent over, quaking, mouth open yet eyes squeezed tightly shut against the orgasm that still surged through her. It was such a surreal image. This innocent girl he’d watch grow up dissolved into a wanton little sex kitten, beautiful and innocent yet primitive, desperate, and so fucking sexy.
He wanted to engrain it into his memory forever and guided one of her legs up and over as he did, rolling her onto her back.
Cassandra went willingly, panting, basking in the sweet afterglow. Her eyes opened, searching, pleading. “Please... Mr Street... fuck me, please...”
“Shhh... Cass,” he’d reverted back to that familiar easy tone she knew so well, and said the words so softly, for a moment, she dared hope this sweet torture was about to end, and all her fantasises were about to come true.
“I love watching you cum.” He swooped down, tasting her with a long lick along her sex.
“Oh god!” Cassandra gasped, her back arching at the toe-curling contact.
She couldn’t stand it. He was driving her insane. She wanted to twist and writhe away from that oh so sinfully wicked mouth. To grab her tits, pinch her nipples, finger her clit. To bury her hands in his hair and force his mouth just where she needed it.
Yet she couldn’t. Her ecstatic body wasn’t listening to her anymore.
“Mmm... Yeah, you like that Cass? Want more?” he purred, dragging the flat of his tongue back up through her folds to circle her little nub. “You’ve got the sweetest little pussy, so warm and slick. I can’t wait to feel you wrapped around my cock, squeezing me like a tight little fist as I make you cum. Do you want me to make you cum Cass? Would you like that? Want me to make you feel good and this tight little pussy purr. ” He dipped his head to cover her clit with his mouth, his checks hollowing as he sucked, igniting sparks behind her eyes.
It was too much. Struck by the sheer eroticism of seeing the man’s head between her legs, feeling him devouring her with his wicked, sinfully dirty mouth, she was like a ship caught in a tempest. Her fingers clutched the lounger’s cushion in a deathly grip.
“Yes! Please, Mr street... oh fuck... oh my god... oh yes... yes, eat my pussy, it’s all yours... oh fuck. I’m cumming, I’m cumming!”
He growled, loving this side of her. It was a side of her he had never known. Should have never known. A side of her that was as forbidden to him as the infamous fruit was to Adam. And like all forbidden fruit, she was all the sweeter for it. He loved this view of her luscious body arching from between her smooth thighs, the sight of her flushed with passion, wild with desire, the sounds of her pleasure, the feeling of her shuddering around him.
Yet it couldn’t slake his thirst for her, his hunger for more. He wanted more. He wanted all of her, completely and absolutely, to spoil her for any other man, to make
her his. “Fuck, you cum so easily. Yeah, do it again Cass, cum for me.”
“Yes! Yes! Oh god, oh Jesus... that feels so good... Mr... Mr street, you’re- oh fuck!”
“Yeah, what do you want, Cass?” he pressed, as he lapped at her making sure she could feel every syllable beat through her tasty little sex as his greedy tongue pushed through her spasming tissues to drink from the very centre of her erogenous being.
His cock tightened dangerously, desperate for attention and jealous of his tongue.
It was all he could do not to rise up and go balls deep in her luscious pussy right then and there.
“Fuck me,” she moaned, squirming and writhing as her body dissolved. God, Nathan had never done this to her, never made her feel this way. It was like his tongue had a mind of its own and knew just where to touch her, what to do to drive her wild. It was too much, too good...
“Louder.” There was a delicious, almost devilish edge to his words now, and she knew he was enjoying toying with her.
“Fuck me!” The words left her in a shriek, her head rolling as he worked her into a storm, her body shaking with the tension of her building release as she suddenly tittered on the brink. “I want you to fuck me, Mr Street! Use me any way you want. That’s your pussy. Bury your big dick in me. Make me your whore. I’ll be a good little fuck toy for you. I’ll... I’ll... oh god... oh fuck I’m gonna cum... I’m gonna- oh god, don’t stop, don’t... stop... oh... god...” Then her release exploded through the hot, throbbing knot at her core, the waves surging over her, sending her reeling, soaring like no orgasm that had come before it, shaking her to her foundations, leaving her basking in a sea of stars.
Only when she had finally stopped shaking did David abandon his new found treasure, but not before attending to her fully bared jewel with a soft, almost chaste kiss. She arched and gasped excitedly, her clit still too tender and sensitive from such a powerful climax for any more direct stimulation just yet.
And the knowledge that it was he who had brought this little sultry vixen so much pleasure and had pushed her over the shattering brink with just his mouth, filled him with such a primitive pride, he just couldn’t help himself.
Coming back down to earth, blinking through the black spots dancing before her eyes, Cassandra was treated to the view of David standing before her with his trousers open, fisting his imperious cock.
It was a scene straight out of her dirtiest dreams. Yet they were only fantasies. Pale shadows of the reality of the Adonis standing before her. Over her. Almost close enough for her to taste his salty musk. All she would have to do was lean up and open her mouth...
“See something you like baby?” he purred, watching her with dark, hungry eyes. He watched her as he stroked the full length of his cock with long, slow pumps that made the thick crest swell and glisten beneath the warm Mediterranean sun.
It was the most erotic thing she’d ever seen and made her still tingling pussy throb needily.
Her mouth suddenly dry, she could only nod, her eyes reverted to the view of his thick cock, which now seemed so much bigger than she’d expected.
A hell of a lot bigger than Nathan’s, that was for sure.
Her heart racing, she slowly raised her legs, bracing the flat of her feet on the sunbed, baring herself to those hungry eyes, inviting him to finish what he’d started.
He accepted immediately, covering her body with his and crushing his mouth to hers, kissing her hungrily. His wicked tongue slipped between her lips to tangle with hers, the very same tongue that just moments before had been devouring her sacred bud.
She moaned lowly at such a dirty thought and greedily sucked his tongue, her hips arching up, curling against the weight of his desire desperate to get it where she wanted it. Where she needed him. The head of his cock, hot and slick with pre-cum, slipped and slid between their bodies and left a slick trail down her belly to...
David pulled away, dragging his mouth from hers with a low sigh.
“You’re so beautiful, Cass...” he growled, breathless, his voice hot and hungry, eyes holding hers as his crown pressed against her slick folds. “If you want to stop-”
Shaking her head, Cassandra didn’t give him a chance to finish. Stop? Like hell, she’d been waiting all her life to have him like this, no way was she about to stop now. Wrapping her legs around his waist and arching her hips, she urged him on, digging her heels into his backside so...
“Oh... fuck!” she gasped, her heart thundering in her ears as the world shrank down to the feeling of him inside her, his broad crest pressing through her sex, stretching her to her limit, filling her inch by delicious inch.
Oh god, it was too much! He was too much, too thick, too hard, too... big!
No, not big, huge, hung like a fucking stallion!
David could only groan a low, choked sound at the feeling of sliding into her warmth, her plush heat wrapping around him, sucking him in. It was the sweetest torture. Just watching her sexy little mouth open with that first sweet shock of penetration, her eyes widening, losing focus, rolling back before snapping forward in the rush of wild, untamed pleasure...
Fuck, it was a miracle he hadn’t cum already.
He knew he needed to be patient, to wait and let her adjust, but the urge, the need to take her, to rut, to fuck, to claim this little sex kitten as his own, was inexorable.
“M-Mr Street... Please...” Cassandra wasn’t entirely sure what she was pleading for.
The words left her in a rush as he rolled his hips, pulling out a little before driving back in.
Her back bowed up and off the sunbed at the feeling of being stretched so deliciously, stuffed to her limits. And not just in the physical sense. This feeling, the connection between them, the way he was watching her, it was all so intense. Way too intense. She’d never felt anything like it. Desperate to burn the feeling of him inside her to memory, she clenched around him.
“Oh fuck” David hissed, squeezing his eyes shut against the sudden rush that nearly pushed him over the edge. “Don’t do that...”
“Mmm... sorry,” she panted, provocatively biting her lip. She wasn’t sorry, god she loved the way his cock was twitching inside her, thickening and hardening all the more.
“Oh, you naughty girl, so that’s the way you want to play it, huh?”
It happened so fast she could barely react, her pleasure drunk brain only really registering the way his cock surged inside her as the flair of his hips spread her thighs wide, opening her up in the very best of ways while those powerful hands raised her legs, guiding them up over his shoulders.
“Is this what you want?” he asked, staring down at her, gently, rocking his hips to emphasise his meaning as his hands ran down her legs to seize her waist. His hold was gentle, but firm, powerful, unescapable, and kept her pinned against his abdomen at just the right angle for her to see where their bodies joined.
“Yes...” she gasped, trying to meet his teasing roll with one of her own, but was restrained by the hold he had on her.
“Does it feel good?”
“Yes...” She could feel tears welling up in the corners of her eyes as each time he circled his hips, the flat of his abdomen ground over her clit. Growing desperate, maddened by the subtle tease of friction, she twisted and writhed, needing to break free, her hands tearing at the lounger’s cushion for any sort of leverage.
“You want more?”
”Oh... god... please, Mr... Street... you’re... I... I’m...” Oh god, Why was he being so cruel? She was so hot, hotter for it than she had ever been, couldn’t he see that? See how badly she wanted him?
“That’s it Cas, let it go, tell me what you want...” His voice was soft and low, but the predatory gleam in his eyes was pure deviance. He pulled back until just the tip remained inside her, leaving her feeling cold and empty.
Yet the sight of his cock, rising from her depths, wet and shiny with her cream, was unquestionably the sexiest thing she had ever seen.
“Yes
, I want more, more, fuck me more! Bury that big dick in me, pound my tight little pussy, that’s your pussy, Give it to me... give it to me – oh my god, oh my god, oh my go-oh!” Her pleas dissolved in a long moan as he drove back into her, going balls deep within her slick eager walls in one smooth drive.
“That’s right Cas, you’re mine now, mine. These beautiful tits. This tight little cunt. All mine.” He punctuated each claim with another curl of his hips, withdrawing and thrusting, emphasising his claims, determined to make sure she would never forget.
And she quickly lost herself in the feeling of his thick cock stretching her, filling her like nothing she had ever imagined.
“Yes. Yes! Yours, all yours! Oh god, hold me down, make me take it, make me watch your big fucking cock pound my little pussy, oh fuck, feels so good,” Cassandra moaned, her head rolling and her back bowing up off the lounger, offering her body up to him, letting him use her as he wanted, however he wanted.
And David couldn’t get enough of her.
Sex had never been like this with his ex. To her, for all her extramarital activities, the Karma Sutra was a menu in an Indian takeaway. She’d been greedy and demanding, selfish in the quest for her own release.
Cassandra was as different as different could be and he wanted to show her how special she was, make her feel as treasured as she deserved.
Already close, he knew he couldn’t last long, so rather than holding back, he gave her everything. Draw and thrust, draw and thrust, over and over again he pounded her slick folds, going deeper with every stroke, making sure she could feel every inch of him. The wet slap of their body’s meeting rang out with the squeaks and groans of the lounger beneath them.
Cassandra only moaned her approval, letting him take her, letting him take what he wanted as she moved with him, her ardour burning just as fiercely. Rocking beneath him, her tight sex clenching, squeezing him as he drove into her hard and fast, dominating her completely and sending her spiralling towards another climax.
God, if he kept this up much longer, she had no doubt she would be deliciously sore by the morning, and walking funny for days.
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