Unruly Urges (6 page)

His eyes fully ablaze.  “Not a damn thing.”   Thrusting, he seats himself fully.  His thickness stretching me deliciously. 

“Oh, God.”  My head lolls back against the couch cushion.  “Thank the Lord for small mercies.”

His brow lifts arrogantly.  “Small?”

My eyes practically roll back in my head as he swivels his hips just right and hits
it
with his tool that is anything but small. 

“I’m sorry, don’t stop moving.”  My breath comes in choppy pants as drops of sweat fall from his brow landing on my cheek.  I flick out my tongue to taste, desperate for more of him.  “
Please
, don’t stop.”

Putting his hands back on my sweat-soaked thighs he spreads them even wider and begins to pound into me.  Our bodies slap together.  The wet slapping sounds loud in the once silent room.

“Huge.”  My back arches up off the cushion. 

He strokes into me in smooth, masterful strokes.  “How’s that?”

“Immense.”  I whimper beneath him, squirming frantically as he slides out and thrusts back deep again.  The friction starts a fire, the muscles in my pussy clamp tightly around his invading flesh as I rotate my hips. 

His thumb finds my clit, plucking, tugging.  “I need you to come,
Meggie
.”  His words barely audible as his breaths come out in gulps.

“Enormous.”  My body begins to tremble and shake ready to release its tension. 

“You’ve got a hot little pussy for my big dick,
Meggie
.”  His thrusts first short and fast, are now long and hard.

I can’t speak; I can only nod as my pleasure mounts considerably.  I reach for his arms but my hands slide off his slick skin, so I thread them back into his hair and tug. 

“Pull harder.”  He groans loudly.

“Colossal.”  The walls of my pussy quiver wildly as I tug the thick strands of his hair with my fingers.  His eyes gleam at my praise, his pupils dilate at the tiny stabs of pain as I pull on his hair. 

Angling his hips, the swipes of wiry hair
arrowing
from his belly button to his crotch against my super sensitive nub is intense.  Lifting my legs, I press my heels against the arm of the couch giving me leverage to buck up and scrape against my erect clit, needing the extra sensations and pressure.  My body, dripping with sweat and cream, allows his driving cock to slide easier and easier.  His cock stabs faster and faster, only enhancing the rhythmic slap of his balls against my ass. 

“Massive.” His cock massages me deep, deeper than any other man has ever been able to before.  “Oh, God.”

“Come on.  Come on.  Come on.”
  I beg.  I plead. 

“Give it to me,
Meggie
.”

I cry out as he slams deep, biting down on my nipple and pinching my clit hard.  My cry sharp, loud, frenzied as I explode taking his cock prisoner in my convulsing pussy. 

I feel his impossibly thick cock pound into me over and over as soft grunts escape my lips.  Again, he begins building up that same delicious pressure in my core.

“A few more seconds.”  My eyes are squeezed shut in concentration.

“You
gonna
come again?”  I hear the satisfaction in his voice.

“If you can keep this up,” I say dazedly.

“You got it, babe.”

I pry open my eyelids enough to see his head thrown back, the tendons in his neck thick, his bottom lip between his teeth, and the sexiest look of concentration on his face.

Reaching down between our bodies thick with sweat, I rub my clit in fast circles feeling my climax building.

“Oh, yeah.”

I look up and he’s watching me touch my own body.  “You look so hot,” he says through clenched teeth.

That’s all I need.  My pussy throbs in deep spasms and he pumps two more times, he throws his head back with a roar.  Pumping hot spurts of come into the condom, I milk him with the tiny muscles in my body. 

I’m not sure how long we have been lying here, but it becomes unbearably hot and uncomfortable as our sweat continues to mingle.

Standing up he gets rid of the condom and stuffs his cock back into his pants before zipping them back up. 

“Why don’t you take a shower while I get this air going?”

I lift my hands so he can help pull me into a sitting position. 

“Sounds good.”

“Then maybe we can reminisce over dinner?”

A smile brightens my face as I gather up my clothes and race up the stairs.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Greetings from the Beach!

To start off, my name is Lily Evans and I’m currently living in Destin, Florida.  If I’m not lying on the beach or getting into some sort of trouble, I enjoy sitting back with a glass of wine and writing saucy stories.

Do I write all fiction?  Well, to be on the safe side I would say that they are all inspired by things I have either heard, seen, or have firsthand knowledge.  Just to keep things interesting, I also enjoy writing about my own personal fantasy’s as well…  I mean, who doesn’t have fantasies right?  I hope you have a wonderful year and that all your fantasies come true as well!!!

If you would like, you can contact me at
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