Motorhead
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Increasing pressure now, I suck the tip of his cock, my swirling tongue augmenting the pleasurable suction, and he gasps as I slide my mouth down on his achingly hard cock as far as it will go. My head follows my hand, using a long, hard stroke with nice even pressure, before reversing the move back up his quivering length.
Up and down; swirling tongue; pulling back to tease and flick that tiny, tender opening, drawing mutters and moans of delight.
God, is there anything hotter in this world than a gorgeous man moaning in ecstasy?
I think not.
His trembling knees and quaking thighs testify his enjoyment, his hands caressing my hair and petting me so lovingly in response.
Lord have mercy! My pussy is soaked and throbbing and my need to be filled is rising fast.
Sliding mouth and gripping hand, swirling tongue, up and down, hard and soft, and his cock is raging and pulsing, my delight in having it in my control making me hot and slippery.
“Ohhhh God yeah, oh God…oh shit…shit…” he’s panting now, his thighs shaking with the need to thrust and pound. With my free hand, I cup his balls and roll them gently between my thumb and fingers. As soon as I do, they contract against the base of his dick.
He’s almost ready to come.
And that’s when he takes over. With a growl, he sits up and flips our positions, pushing me down onto my back once again.
He bends between my legs, holding them open forcefully.
One finger slips inside, easily sliding through my soaked folds into my opening. I sigh loudly and lift my hips towards the lovely pressure.
Thrusting his finger inside, he turns it upwards and strokes my G-spot, working on building that hot spot of pleasure until my jaw goes slack and my trembling legs fall all the way open.
Now slipping his wet finger into his mouth, he licks it clean. “Mmmm, so fucking yummy,” he says.
He collars my clit with his lips and applies suction, slipping that finger back inside. With an expert touch, he quickly increases that delectable tension, drawing a gasping moan from my throat as my fingers tangle themselves in his hair.
My legs rise and my toes curl as his tongue moves on my flesh, slicking and flicking, followed quickly by his lips as they suck and pull on my nub, making my pleasure rise and fall in waves. My moans and whispers tell him what a good job he’s doing, and with laser-like focus he steadily increases his pace until the pleasure catches…oh God, it catches, it catches hard, so hard my breath stops…and then I’m coming, I’m coming, and I can’t help it, my breath a ragged moan as my pussy contracts and creams into his eager mouth, his tongue lapping and lashing my flesh.
Quickly now, both of us breathing hard and trembling, he kneels between my legs, positioning his throbbing cockhead against my opening.
With one powerful thrust, he hilts himself within me, his eyes closing with pleasure as my still-contracting tunnel grips him powerfully.
He’s hard as steel, so hard it hurts, but only for a brief moment. “Fuck…uhhnnn…yeah…so tight…so hot…fuck! I’m gonna come…fuck…fuck…fuck!” His words are punctuated by deep, grinding thrusts.
His movements inside me create so much pleasurable friction now, it drives all thoughts from my head. I cry out again and again, my voice taking on a breathless quality, my hips churning to meet his, greedily pumping to extract every ounce of pleasure from his delicious cock.
Leaning up and backwards now, he puts both arms under my ass and, lifting my pelvis off the bed, he pulls my body close to his, holding my legs wide open.
He draws back and pounds me with abandon, pushing my breath from my lungs as his cock pistons in and out of me.
“Uhnn…mmm…uhnn…uhhhnnn!” Urgent growls followed by one final, hard thrust.
Holding his breath, sheathed inside me, his cock jumps and pulses as he releases his thick, hot load.
Collapsed in a heap, we gasp raggedly for a few minutes until we catch our breath.
Suddenly, I remember poor Raj.
“Oh, the dog! He’s probably cowering somewhere, scared half to death,” I say, struggling to sit up.
But there’s no need to worry.
The pup is still snoring softly, big paws twitching as he dreams his nine-week-old-puppy dreams.
“Aww! Poor little guy must be pretty pooped to sleep through that,” Mark laughs softly as I snuggle back down into his arms.
“I love you, Markus. Merry Christmas!”
He kisses my head and holds me close.
“Merry Christmas, baby. I love you, too.”
The End
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