Page 100 of Pucking One Night Stand
As he blows on my belly, I scrunch his hair, feeling the tension build with every touch. His fingers rub over my mound, and I can't help but moan, getting so worked up as his tongue glides along my skin.
Then, I feel it. His fingers slip inside me as his mouth engulfs my clit. “Uhhh...” Another groan escapes me.
As he works his fingers in and out of me, I squeeze my eyes shut and clamp my thighs against him, snapping my hips up, once, twice, three times before I freeze. All the muscles in my thighs, belly, and ass tense and quiver, and I contract against his mouth and fingers.
I'm nearly there. My climax builds quicker and quicker, my breath now even more erratic as I go higher and higher.
Until— “YE-E-ESSS BLA-A-AKE,” my orgasm swallows me, and I'm thrashing about as frenzied fizzles of energy consume me, and sparkly shimmers fill my mind.
One climax crashes, then another, as the sensation of him fingering me and licking me sends me into oblivion.
Catching my breath, I shove him off, my body craving his throbbing manhood. “Blake, I need you to FUCK ME NOW!” I pant, my voice a mix of desperation and desire.
He kneels up in front of me, and I watch as he takes his cock in his hand, slowly stroking it. The sight turns me on so much that I reach for my breasts, cupping them, feeling the weight of them in my hands.
His muscular body is fit, tight, and a sight to behold, his six-pack rippling with every movement, his gorgeous face, even with the bruising, a mask of desire.
Looking down at me, he says, “Nahh, babe... You're not my type.”
What the actual fuck?
“Huh?” I gasp in utter disbelief.
But he smiles at me, a playful glint in his eyes, says, “Got you,” and without warning, slides his big, fat dick into me, inch by massive inch.
The sensation is extreme, and I can't help but cry out, “Oh, my God.”
Slowly, he begins withdrawing, right to the tip, making me shake, then slowly he squeezes back into me as far as it can go.
Then, leaning down, Blake grinds himself against me, our bodies now skin on skin. His fingers slide through my hair at the same moment that his lips connect fiercely with mine. His kiss is instantly deep, dominating, full of an intensity I've not felt before.
“Uhhh, Blake...” I breathe on his lips as he builds the momentum. He's completely in control, but I couldn't give a shit as he pumps me like a freight train, his cock ramming in and out, in and out.
“Uhh…ohhh, Blake, Blake, I'm gonna, I'm gonna, YE-E-ESSS...” My orgasm spirals and spins, and suddenly, he rolls uscompletely off the bench onto the hard floor. Now, I'm on top of him, looking down.
As we carry on, I tousle my fingers through my hair, riding him, flying from one climax to another without any breaks.
His breath is short, and he grabs me by the waist and sits up to meet me.
Pulling my body up and down on him, his mouth goes to my breast, and he sucks with a fury. That's when I feel it. His body quivers and tenses, and—
“CASS…CASS…Oh, fuck… Uuuhhhnn,” he growls as his hot seed pumps with force inside me, making another wash of orgasm swallow me whole.
Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.
I don’t even know what that was, but I’m quivering like I just stuck a fork in a socket and liked it.
I float, yes, float, down onto his chest, skin flushed, hair a mess, no shame in sight. My thigh's twitching. I’m not sure if that’s a muscle spasm or my soul trying to leave my body. Either way, I’m not moving.
Blake is sprawled beneath me, his breath shot, and his arms slack like he just gave everything, and maybe a bit extra he didn’t even know he had.
He blinks once, slowly, then lets his head fall back on the floor. “I can’t feel my legs.”
I smile. Fixed. Unmoving. Permanent. “My fault?”
“Absolutely.” His mouth drags over mine, not even a kiss, just the barest scrape of heat and lips and something way more than affection…
“I love you,” I murmur into his neck, completely boneless now. “So much.”
