Stacy
Wrapping up the sheet around me, I cover my naked body and go up to my feet. Without even knowing why I’m doing it, I close the distance between me and him and my heart picks up the pace.
“Hello there,” he whispers, looking straight into my eyes. With a grin—a devilish and sexy one at that—he leans in, and my eyelids droop by instinct. Our lips touch and everything becomes real; I’m really kissing Percy’s stepbrother.
And he tastes exactly like I imagined he would. His lips are a perfect fit on mine, and as he holds me by the hips, I realize that a kiss is just the beginning.
We’re going to do so much more than just kissing. And that sounds about perfect.
“Stacy,” he whispers, and a shiver goes up my spine as I hear my name rolling over his tongue, “I want you…and I’ll have you.”
I move one hand over his belt and flatten it against his crotch. A grin dawns on his face as he feels the pressure of my hand. I can feel the shape under his pants hardening against my fingers.
I curl my fingers around the shape of his cock, my heart tightening in my chest as I realize that not only is he big, he’s also thick…and when I say thick, I really mean it. It’s almost like he’s hiding a can of Coke inside his pants.
He pushes me back, one hand still on my waist and the other going to the nape of my neck, and tangles his long fingers in my hair. He only stops when my back is against the wall, his body pressed against mine. I keep my fingers tightly curled around his hard cock and—Jesus Almighty—it seems even bigger than before now.
I continue, tightening my fingers around his cock and grinning wildly as he grabs my hair, forcing my head back. He lays his mouth on my neck, kissing my skin in a straight line until his lips are on mine again. Pushing his way inside my mouth with his tongue, his kiss grows fiercer and savage, the hand he has on my waist going down over the sheet.
I grow wetter with each inch his fingers cover, and I feel that sweet anxiety taking over me. The kind of anxiety that makes me so crazy, I could just throw him on top of the mattress and ride him until I collapse.
Moving his hand under the sheets, he slides it up until his fingers are brushing against my inner thighs. My pussy is so wet that I feel my juices dripping down my legs. With a sudden movement, he flattens the palm of his hand right between my thighs, his long fingers pressing against my wetness as I gasp.
I breathe out, throwing my head back against the wall and closing my eyes. He starts rubbing my pussy with slow teasing strokes, and my hips start moving by instinct, grinding against his open hand.
Trailing off, he takes his hand off of my pussy and starts kissing my neck. His lips go down to my chest and, grabbing at the sheet, he pulls it down my body. Pushing the fabric down, he only stops when the sheet is bunched up at my feet, my naked body aching for him.
I reach for his hair and, grabbing it, I pull him into me. He doesn’t fight back, allowing his mouth to fly straight to between my tits. He kisses me between my breasts, sliding both his hands up my back.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he grins, his eyes focused on my tits.
He looks at me in silence, his eyes taking in the sight of my naked chest, and I do the thinking for him. I grab both his hands and, slowly, place them over my naked tits. I close my eyes as I feel the palm of his hands pressing on my hard nipples, and another moan finds its way out of me when he squeezes my breasts.
Easing up the pressure, he uses his thumb and index finger to pinch my right nipple, and then he does the same to the left one. I look into his eyes as he does it, biting down on my lower lip as I feel that sweet pain travelling from my tits to brain.
Without allowing me enough time for a response, he dives into me once more. His lips go over the curve of my right breast, closing in on my hard nipple. Using his tongue, he starts circling it, driving me completely mad.
I grab his hair fiercely, forcing him to move his mouth straight to my nipple but, this time, he resists me.
Finally, though, he flicks his tongue against my hard, rosy tip and I let out one quivering moan.
Moving fast now, he wraps his lips around my nipple and starts sucking harder, battering against my aching tip with the tip of his tongue. With his free hands, he squeezes my right breast, my skin burning up as I succumb to the touch of his fingers.
He then pulls back from my kiss and looking at me in the eyes, he continues, slowly going down on his knees.
Without even giving me enough time to prepare myself for what’s about to happen, he just dives into me and presses his open mouth against my drenched pussy.
I arch my back and, without even knowing what the hell I’m doing, my instinct takes over as I lift one leg up and place it over his shoulder.
With my pussy now perfectly angled, Carter starts sucking me. My skin prickles as I feel his lips on me, and I can barely believe how good it feels.
A shiver goes up my spine as he brushes his index finger over my drenched folds, and when he starts moving it up and down I can’t help but moan.
My voice explodes in the silence of my bedroom like a song of pleasure. I thrust my hips against him, anxious to feel his fingers—and his mouth on me. I bite on my lower lip, my eyes locked on his as I run my fingers through his hair, urging him to carry on.
He chuckles, and then presses his open mouth against my pussy. I moan even louder than before as he sucks on my inner lips, using his tongue to lap at them.
Using the leg I have over his shoulder to lock him in place, I start thrusting, rubbing my pussy against his mouth as he devours me.
With my eyelids closed shut, I let my consciousness be dragged down into a world of pure pleasure, each flick his tongue makes against me feels like lightning crashing down on me.
He keeps going until I can no longer tell if I’m moaning or screaming, my voice just another constant in a sea of ecstasy.
“Oh, yes, that feels so good,” I tell him, still grabbing at his hair.
The moment these words leave my mouth, he takes one hand to my pussy and presses his thumb over my clit, immediately moving it viciously in a circular motion.
I don’t know how much longer I’ll be able to take this without coming because—oh, forget about that. I’m going to come now.
Exhaling sharply, I let a wave of mind-bending ecstasy crash against both my mind and body, every single muscle in me twitching and trembling as my nerve endings become overloaded.
I start hissing through my gritted teeth, yanking on Carter’s hair and forcing him against my pussy so harshly that I don’t even know if he can breathe. Only when pleasure starts to subside do I let go of him, slowly placing my leg back on the floor.
He pulls back from me and I force my eyelids open. I can’t help but grin as, looking down at him, I notice my fluids dripping down his chin. I reach for him and, with two fingers under his jaw, I make him get up until he’s on my level.
I place both my hands on his chest and push him back, driving him across the bedroom. Grabbing his arm, I force him to sit down on the edge of the bed and then climb on his lap, straddling him.
With both hands on his shoulders, I pull his jacket down his arms and then start unbuttoning his shirt, patiently taking care of each button.
Anticipation builds inside of me as my knuckles brush against his ripped muscles on the way down and, as I strip his perfect body bare, I feel a violent urge dancing in my mind.
I untuck the rest of his shirt and slip it off his arms in a hurry; then I move my hands from his waist to his chest, feeling every hard curve of his chiseled chest. I didn’t think I could become wetter, but I guess I was wrong about that.
Yanking on his hair, I lean in to kiss him again, my tits pressed tight against his pectorals.
He takes his hands to my ass, squeezing my cheeks as I start swaying my hips, moving my pussy up and down the length of his shaft. Even though he still has his pants on, I can already tell that I’m in for a treat.
Grinding a
gainst him as hard as I can, I then force myself to roll to the side. My hands dart straight to his waist, and I take care of his belt as fast as I can, unbuckling it and pulling it free from its loops with a sudden movement.
Breathing hard, I unbutton his pants and then, as slowly as I can, start unzipping his fly. His cock strains against his boxer briefs as if it has a life of its own, pushing against the back of my hand with a fierceness that makes me bite on my lower lip in excitement.
Hooking my fingers on his pants, I push them down his legs as he kicks off his shoes, and then I take a couple of seconds to marvel at the perfect man sitting by my side. Locking eyes with him, I curl my fingers around the hem of his boxer briefs and then I tug them down as violently as I can.
His cock springs free at once.
Wasting no time, he guides my hand toward his cock and I submit to his desire, grabbing his thick shaft. Giving up on my teasing, I start stroking him as fast as I can, moving my hand up and down the whole length of his shaft.
Using my free hand, I caress his balls, rolling them over my stretched fingers; my eyes still locked on his, I climb down from his body and kneel on the floor.
Leaning into him, I tilt my head sideways and I reach for the side of his shaft with the tip of my tongue.
Resting it against his warm skin, I run my tongue down to his balls and, there, I open my mouth and start sucking on one of them. I take it inside my mouth and, after lapping at it with my tongue, I move to the other one and do exactly the same.
Sliding my tongue back up his shaft, I only stop at the tip of his cock. I run my tongue in quick wide circles around it before finally lowering myself and wrapping my lips around his pulsing flesh.
Doing it as slowly as I can, I roll my lips down his shaft until I can feel his cock pressed against the back of my throat. Closing my eyes, I make one final effort and take the remaining inches inside of my mouth.
I doubt I can fit his entire cock in my mouth, but I had to try and I’m so glad I did. I’m so turned on from tasting him and taking him in my mouth that my whole body is humming with need.
Sliding back over his shaft, I go down again, starting a pendulum motion. Grabbing his cock, I bob my head back and forth as fast as I can, my lips making a wet sound as they go over his length. I keep on stroking him as I do it, my hand and my mouth in sync with one another.
Wanting to go the extra mile, I finally peel my fingers off his cock and place both my hands on his ass cheeks, digging my fingers into his flesh and pulling him into me.
Holding onto his body, I start moving my mouth at a frenetic pace, going so fast that the muscles in my neck start cramping up.
Suddenly Carter stops me, placing both his hands on my head and pulling his cock out. There’s a grin on his lip and grabbing me by the hand, he pulls me up to my feet. He presses me against the wall again, crushing his mouth against mine.
“It’s time we up the ante,” he tells me then, locking his eyes on mine, and I become wetter than I’ve ever been.
Carter
Holy fuck.
Those are the only two words that can describe what’s happening right fucking now.
Stacy is eye-candy, yes, but she’s so much more. I half-expected her to be a timid one, but hell…she’s everything but timid.
If the way that she was sucking my cock didn’t indicate that, well, the way that she’s kissing me now seals that deal.
I’ve pushed her petite body against the wall and kissed her…but fuck, I think I’m the one being kissed. She’s wild and fierce, and she’s keeping me so fucking hard that soon enough there won’t be enough blood going up to my head.
“Glad you’re here,” she breathes out, and then places her hands on my chest and pushes me back. I feel the back of my knees against the mattress and I sit back down on it; without taking her eyes off mine she climbs on top of me and grabs my cock.
“You said you wanted to up the ante, didn’t you?” She teases me, tightening her fingers around my cock.
“Is that what you’re doing?”
“That’s exactly what I’m doing,” she replies, that damned smile on her lips.
She points my cock up and then lowers herself until her pussy lips are gently brushing against my cock. Instead of simply lowering herself all the way, she holds that position and starts rubbing the tip of my cock up and down her pussy. I shudder in anticipation, my muscles so fucking tense it feels as if someone poured concrete into my veins.
“You want it?” she whispers, still teasing me. “You’ll have to ask for it,” she continues, and I can’t even process what she’s saying. I’ve never asked for anything in my life—what I want, I just take.
“Ask?” I shoot back with a grin. Let her read it in my eyes: no begging, never.
“You’ll ask,” she continues, and then corrects herself. “You’ll beg.”
Fuck, she’s really driving me crazy. If she keeps it up like this, I don’t know if I can resist it. Well, she’s wrong—I won’t beg. But, fuck, she just keeps brushing my cock against her pussy.
I don’t know how she can take it.
“No,” I groan, resisting this idea that I’m going to beg to fuck the woman I’m seducing…but then she lowers herself just one inch, taking my cock between her folds. I try and thrust, but she moves her hips up matching my movement.
“Fuck, Stacy…just take my cock.”
“Are you begging now?” she chuckles, and I can’t help but smile at her. Fuck, she got me there.
“No,” I say too quickly. “I never beg. I just need my cock in you now. You know what you’re doing.”
I chuckle, my voice blending with hers. Then, moving fast, I hook my fingers on her hips and just push her down while I thrust, impaling her on my cock.
I grab her by the ass, holding her down, and I thrust so fucking hard I might just split her in half.
“Fuck, Carter,” she whimpers into my ear, leaning into me and nibbling at my earlobe. Rocking her hips back and forth, she starts punishing my cock with such a violent intensity that I begin seeing stars dancing behind my eyes. I really don’t know what got into her, but…shit, this is good.
She isn’t fucking like a regular woman; she’s fucking me like a goddess.
She really is something special.
“Babe,” I whisper back at her, needing to tell her what’s inside my mind, “you really are something.”
I tell her that without thinking, the words escaping my lips so fast I have no control over them. I’ve just seen her for the first time a few moments ago, and I’m already telling her shit like this? What’s up with that?
“I know,” she says simply, teasing me, and then sits up. Squeezing her own tits, she dances over my cock in a way only she knows how to do. I can’t think, I can’t breathe; this is so fucking good that my brain is overloading with pleasure
She keeps riding me like a madwoman, and while I drift in a sea of scattered thoughts, she takes me to the edge of coming. I have to focus so hard to stop myself that I’m afraid a vein might burst inside my head. But I manage to do it, and that’s exactly the moment Stacy climaxes.
She thrusts her hips forward, throws her head back, and screams at the top of her lungs. Her voice bounces off the walls, and it wraps itself around my brain in such a way that I almost forget where and who I am. Thank fuck the house is big enough for no one to hear us.
I can’t just lie back now, though.
Whether she likes it or not, I have to show her what I can do.
Without taking my cock out of her pussy, I sit down and grab her hair. She’s still coming when I start pistoning into her, moving my hips so fast that her scream dies down and becomes a quivering moan.
I’m fucking her so hard that I can already feel beads of sweat dripping down my forehead. But I can go even harder.
I lay her down and position myself so that I’m on top of her; reacting as fast as I moved, she crosses her legs behind my back and pulls me into her, urging me to go a
s fast as I can. She doesn’t even need to say it; I pound it her as hard as I can, my skin now covered with sweat.
“Harder, harder…” she pants, struggling to get the words out. I’m already going as hard as I can but, somehow, her words unleash some hidden reserve of energy. I move furiously, ravaging her in such a way that this should go down as the best fuck in history.
“HARDER!” she screams, and I push myself past all physical limitations. I don’t even feel my body moving; I’m just one with the fucking universe right now, both our souls dancing as our bodies burn like a supernova.
Sex has never been this good.
She comes once more, clawing at my back like a leopard. She’s doing it hard enough to draw blood, but I just don’t care; right now I’m taking a deep breath and trying to get a hold of myself.
My whole body is begging me for some release, but I just can’t allow it. No, not yet. I have to enjoy this until the very end, whatever it takes.
I slide my cock out of her and, grabbing her by the waist, I make her roll to her stomach. I place her legs between mine and then, feeling her wetness with the tip of my fingers, I go for her pussy again.
Lying down on top of her, I push my cock into her depths in one flowing thrust. I feel her inner walls clenching my shaft, and that just makes me reignite that furious pace.
She’s grabbing at the sheets so hard her knuckles have turned white, and her moans have become hoarse and raspy; I’m figuring that she pushed her voice to its limit. And what a voice—it doesn’t matter if she uses it for talking, whispering, or screaming…it all makes my cock as hard as a fucking steel rod.
I keep on fucking her with all I have, and I do it until she stops moaning; she just falls silent and takes one deep breath, every single muscle in her body tensing up like a nocked arrow.
Her body starts spasming as if she’s having a seizure, and I feel my own cum pushing its way up my shaft. Once more, I grit my teeth and force it back down.
I slide my cock out and I just can’t fight it anymore. I curl my fingers around my throbbing shaft, and I’m ready to start stroking myself into oblivion when I hear her whisper. I focus, trying to hear what she’s saying, and then a grin takes over my lips as I finally manage to make out her words.
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