Page 10 of Massive Size Mountain Man
But Avalon still has no idea what I’m up to and looks deep into my eyes before forming her hands into a fist and pressing them on my chest.
“Where were we?” she breathes.
“Doesn’t matter,” I say in a low voice. “Just start.”
“Okay, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen!” she huffs, going a little pink in the cheeks once again as her big tits swing. “Eighteen, nineteen, twenty!”
“Better,” I encourage. “I can actually feel something now.”
She pauses to shoot me a wry smile.
“That’s because your chest is as hard as stone, Mr. Carrington. Before, I couldn’t get your chest to go down even a little bit, but at least now, it goes down half an inch.”
I grin at her.
“Try to get it to go down a full inch. Compressions are actually supposed to depress the recipient’s chest by two inches, although we don’t need to do that today because a lot of times, the recipient’s ribs are broken as part of the effort. I definitely don’t want to be put in a body cast.”
Avalon smiles sassily at me.
“I doubt I could break any bones in your body,” she murmurs. “You’re built like a tank!”
I grin.
“It’s from chopping wood and hauling logs all day. Just kidding,” I smirk. “I work in the city at a boring office job, so if anything, I’m more prone to carpal tunnel and losing my eyesight. But go on.”
Avalon shakes her head with a giggle and then places her hands on my chest and starts up with the thrusting once more. “Twenty-one!” she pants. “Twenty-two! Twenty-three!”
That’s when I realize that the sweet girl is turned on. There’s a musky, slightly salty scent wafting towards my nostrils, and it’s the unmistakable fragrance of aroused pussy. Yes, my little Av is creaming hotly into her panties, and I grunt, my cock straining at my jeans.
“Keep going,” I rasp. “You’re doing great.”
The young blonde is sweating now, even as she labors with her thrusts.
“Twenty-eight!” she puffs. “Twenty-nine, thirty!”
“Perfect,” I rasp. “Now for the mouth to mouth.”
She’s panting a bit, staring at me with wide blue eyes as that big bust heaves up and down. She leans forward a bit, the neckline of her sweatshirt gaping, and then places a soft, sweet kiss on my mouth that rocks me to my bones. I thought I’d be dealing with a hot slut, and in some ways, Avalon is a hot slut. She was sent here by Sweet Lies, so there’s no doubt of her innate character.
But the kiss is something more. Her lips are soft and sensual on mine, taking their time as if she’s savoring me. I open my mouth when her tongue tentatively touches my bottom lip, and immediately, our kiss deepens into a passionate liplock. She’s soft, sensual and sweet above me, her delicious floral fragrance filling my nostrils, and I feel energized, captivated, and totally in over my head.
“One,” she breathes. “Two.”
I’m fucking lost. How the hell did this happen from just a kiss? But I’m head over heels with lust, desire, and something scary and undefined, and lift my head to chase her lips as she pulls away. But Avalon’s smiling again, her long blonde hair coming undone from her braid as she straightens.
“Back to the compressions, Mr. Carrington,” she says with a naughty smile. “Are you ready?”
No, I’m not ready because I want more of Avalon. I want to take this woman in my arms, and to flip us over, bearing down on that curvy form with my superior weight. I want to ravage her mouth like a beast as my big palms squeeze those succulent breasts before skimming over her waist and then gripping the large white globes of her ass. Then, I want to slide my dick into her dripping wet cunt, watching with adoration as she moans with ecstasy above me.
But Avalon’s the one in charge. The curvy girl’s controlling our tryst, and she’s damned naughty. The young woman wiggles a bit while straddling me, rubbing her clit against my lower belly, and I moan out loud.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” she mewls. But before I can say anything, she’s already back at the chest compressions.
“One!” she says. “Two, three, four!”
I’m dying now. I need into the sweet girl because she’s toying with my arousal, and loving it. She’s purposefully letting her sweatshirt hang down at the neckline so that I get a glimpse of those big breasts bouncing up and down as she thrusts. She’s purposefully squirming against my groin, rubbing her wet pussy on my washboard abs with my big dick pressed up against the sumptuous globes of her behind.
Yet two can play at this game because I need into that wet twat, and I’m going to get it. With a stealthy hand, I reach down behind Avalon and undo my jeans. The anaconda inside pops out immediately, stiff and aching with need. Fuck, I feel like I’m going to explode already, and she hasn’t even directly touched it yet. But moaning a bit to distract her, I shift my hips, pushing Avalon forwards a little.
