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her core.
He pressed his face against her ass and kissed it as he fucked her with the paddle’s handle. Swept up into the rhythm he set, Susan pumped the handle.
“You. More. You!” she panted out among the cooing sounds of pleasure.
For one brief second he thought to keep on teasing her, but the low ache in his balls wouldn’t keep any longer. He stood up and tossed the paddle on the bed beside her. He thumbed the head of his cock, and using the pre-cum dribbling from him, he worked it around his rigid phallus.
Sweat beaded across her back, her shoulders and across her face.
“Tell me what you want.”
“You.”
“Correctly, Susie baby.”
“I want your COCK!” she bellowed.
He rewarded her correct answer with the very thing she wanted. Parting her moist heat with the bulbous head of his rod, Devin nearly lost control and came right there. He’d nearly waited too damn long, but he managed to control it. For now, but he wasn’t going to be able to hold on for too long.
Without waiting, he slammed his member in as far as it would go. The hot wave of her pussy’s snug canal flowed through him. He heard Susan gasp and moan in response. He held her waist with one hand and grabbed her ass with the other. He squeezed, feeling the smooth flesh spill out of his hand.
Slowly, so very slowly, he pulled nearly out of her, before ramming back into her heat again.
And again.
And again.
Chapter Three
Susan’s breath came in little pants of pleasure. All she could feel was him—his cock—inside her, filling her so completely, so fully, she could hardly breathe—except in tiny sips of the sweet, sex-soaked air. Every delicious inch of his dick pushed against her cervix, smacking it gently like his hand, and lord that paddle has plowed her outer flesh. She lowered her ass to give him even deeper penetration, and she couldn’t stop herself from slamming back onto his fantastic phallus. Stuffed with him, Susan pressed her lips together to stay the swell of incredible lust knocking against her throat. Sweat drenched, she wiped her face on the sheet and rubbed her engorged clit in time to Devin’s thrusts.
Grabbing her hips to steady her accelerated pace, Devin rammed himself into her, completely caught up in the enormous pleasure she too felt. His fingers dug into her softness and held her firm. The power of each stroke shoved her into the mattress and stole her very breath like a seasoned thief. He left her only enough oxygen to shout. Each cry seemed to stimulate him more and prodded his cadence to increase its speed.
Fine with her—she liked it fast and hard.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” she shouted with each sensual and forceful stroke. Her words blurred and blended, becoming something of a chant, a prayer, a song of absolution—she didn’t know. He plunged into her passage with determination.
He continued to sink his rod into her, filling the wet, quivering space between her legs with his hardened member until nothing mattered except the sensations skating across her flesh and her nerves. He was everywhere, his breath on her neck, his hands on her waist, his thighs slapping impatiently against hers—even the trail of hair on his lower abdomen brushed the space between her ass, tickling and tormenting her at the same time.
She hazarded a glance back at him and spied his brunette hair plastered to his face. Face flushed scarlet, his eyes bore into her backside. She doubted he even saw her watching him. Veins stood out on his neck, and his teeth clenched together as if holding back the roar swelling inside him. She closed her eyes again. All five senses had been captured by Devin—the sound of his growling pleasure, the feel of his thick rod stuffed into her snug passage, the feel of his hands on her waist, the taste of his mouth still lingering on her lips, the aroma of the sweat-sex soaked air, and the sight of his lust-filled
He pressed his face against her ass and kissed it as he fucked her with the paddle’s handle. Swept up into the rhythm he set, Susan pumped the handle.
“You. More. You!” she panted out among the cooing sounds of pleasure.
For one brief second he thought to keep on teasing her, but the low ache in his balls wouldn’t keep any longer. He stood up and tossed the paddle on the bed beside her. He thumbed the head of his cock, and using the pre-cum dribbling from him, he worked it around his rigid phallus.
Sweat beaded across her back, her shoulders and across her face.
“Tell me what you want.”
“You.”
“Correctly, Susie baby.”
“I want your COCK!” she bellowed.
He rewarded her correct answer with the very thing she wanted. Parting her moist heat with the bulbous head of his rod, Devin nearly lost control and came right there. He’d nearly waited too damn long, but he managed to control it. For now, but he wasn’t going to be able to hold on for too long.
Without waiting, he slammed his member in as far as it would go. The hot wave of her pussy’s snug canal flowed through him. He heard Susan gasp and moan in response. He held her waist with one hand and grabbed her ass with the other. He squeezed, feeling the smooth flesh spill out of his hand.
Slowly, so very slowly, he pulled nearly out of her, before ramming back into her heat again.
And again.
And again.
Chapter Three
Susan’s breath came in little pants of pleasure. All she could feel was him—his cock—inside her, filling her so completely, so fully, she could hardly breathe—except in tiny sips of the sweet, sex-soaked air. Every delicious inch of his dick pushed against her cervix, smacking it gently like his hand, and lord that paddle has plowed her outer flesh. She lowered her ass to give him even deeper penetration, and she couldn’t stop herself from slamming back onto his fantastic phallus. Stuffed with him, Susan pressed her lips together to stay the swell of incredible lust knocking against her throat. Sweat drenched, she wiped her face on the sheet and rubbed her engorged clit in time to Devin’s thrusts.
Grabbing her hips to steady her accelerated pace, Devin rammed himself into her, completely caught up in the enormous pleasure she too felt. His fingers dug into her softness and held her firm. The power of each stroke shoved her into the mattress and stole her very breath like a seasoned thief. He left her only enough oxygen to shout. Each cry seemed to stimulate him more and prodded his cadence to increase its speed.
Fine with her—she liked it fast and hard.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” she shouted with each sensual and forceful stroke. Her words blurred and blended, becoming something of a chant, a prayer, a song of absolution—she didn’t know. He plunged into her passage with determination.
He continued to sink his rod into her, filling the wet, quivering space between her legs with his hardened member until nothing mattered except the sensations skating across her flesh and her nerves. He was everywhere, his breath on her neck, his hands on her waist, his thighs slapping impatiently against hers—even the trail of hair on his lower abdomen brushed the space between her ass, tickling and tormenting her at the same time.
She hazarded a glance back at him and spied his brunette hair plastered to his face. Face flushed scarlet, his eyes bore into her backside. She doubted he even saw her watching him. Veins stood out on his neck, and his teeth clenched together as if holding back the roar swelling inside him. She closed her eyes again. All five senses had been captured by Devin—the sound of his growling pleasure, the feel of his thick rod stuffed into her snug passage, the feel of his hands on her waist, the taste of his mouth still lingering on her lips, the aroma of the sweat-sex soaked air, and the sight of his lust-filled
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