Without warning, I feel his thick cock plunge into me. I cry out, and my nails curl and claw at the cushions as his length fills me. After that first hard thrust, Vince stands still, and I feel every throb of his thick rod inside. He runs his hand across my back, shoulders and down my arms, amplifying the sensation, and I grind against him to take advantage of his massiveness .
Taking my hands from the couch Vince brings them behind my back, holding both wrists at the small of my back. The only things holding me up are the back of the couch and his rigid, throbbing girth .
He pulls back, almost all the way out of me and then, quickly thrusts his hips forward. I bite my lip to keep a scream from escaping. He drives into me hard, over and over, the heavy couch keeping me in place. My moans and screams seem to turn him on even more, as he pounds into my quivering slit. Holding my hair in his fist, he slows down enough to pull my head back to him. He turns my head and kisses me passionately, his tongue thrusting into my mouth. Vince releases his grip on my hands to pinch and twist my nipples .
Pulling from my body, he steps a little away from me, our mouths still joined. I feel empty and cold without him inside me. Turning my body to meet his, I wrap my arms around his shoulders, kissing him with all the love I feel for him. Before long I am on my knees before him. His rod bobbing to meet my lips, I lick his quivering crown and slide him into my mouth .
With every movement of my head, I feel his hands in my hair, fingers massaging my scalp, then gathering my hair in his fist. He pushes himself deep into my mouth. With my right hand, I make a tight seal against my lips, mouth and hand moving up and down in unison while twisting my hand when I get close to the head of his cock. Vince’s hisses and groans are what I live for. The sounds coming from him urge me on .
I lick down the underside of his member. Swirling my tongue down the shaft, I impatiently pull his pants and underwear further down his thighs, hungry for him. I can feel his fist tightening in my hair as he pulls my hand away from his shaft, and thrusts deep into my mouth, pushing to the back of my throat .
Vince pulls out with a moan and lifts me to my feet. He positions me on my back, laying me along the sturdy arm of the couch. Spreading my thighs wide apart, he puts his mouth on me, sucking and licking with his expert tongue. I pant and hold his head closer. He makes me shiver, my empty channel tightening and clenching. Seeming to know that I need him inside me, Vince stands and rubs the blunt head of his cock against my wet furrow. He slowly pushes inside me, my tight flesh clutching at him .
His big hands hold my thighs open as he slowly moves into me. I shudder. Pulling me closer, he thrusts harder and faster. He looks at me from eyes heavy-lidded with pleasure and licks his lips before speaking .
“Touch yourself for me, baby. I wanna feel you come around my cock,” he says in his raspy voice .
The sound of his voice alone almost sends me over the edge into oblivion .
I lick my finger, place it between my legs, and touch my aching body. Vince’s eyes are locked on where our bodies are joined. Watching the easy glide in and out, mesmerized by my finger circling and rubbing my clit .
His thrusts are faster now, and his eyes close for a second, mouth open and groaning from deep in his throat. My body begins to shake as I orgasm. I cry out and reach for him, pull his lips to mine, my channel clutching at him, milking him. He pounds into me, holding me tight, crying my name. He shudders and bucks, emptying himself inside me, filling me to the brim .
Vince collapses against me, and we are precariously on the arm of the couch. Our breathing becomes quick and shallow. He gently pulls away from me, and as soon as he does, there’s that familiar longing to have him inside me again. Gently kissing my face, he stands up and lifts me in his strong arms. Kissing my lips as he walks down the hall with me, he says, “Let’s take this to the bedroom, shall we ?”
I laugh as I brush his hair out of his face. “Vince! We’re going to be so late !”
He kisses me passionately again. “But I can’t get enough of you. We’ll get there. Eventually .”
As Vince kicks the door to the bedroom open, I think I may have to text my parents and change the time of our dinner. It doesn’t look like eventually is coming any time soon, and that is fine by me .
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