This is just a little something that started out as a scene in a book but soon became something more.
I am in need of a sexy male who is capable of showing a woman what it means to go limp with desire. I need a man who can take me from behind as he tunnels his strong fingers into my thick locks and grab hold, tightening his grip as he forced my head back against his chest. I want his tongue to caress the curve of my shoulder, trailing with hot intent toward the exposed lobe of my right ear and just as his breath begins to send shivers down my spine, his will take that sensitive bit of flesh betwixt his teeth as he ram himself deep within my convulsing sheath. Leaning over me, he palms my breasts as he pulls himself out of me and pushes my torso further down into the couch.
My slick pussy exposed in the precarious position but just as I feel myself slipping back towards the ground, his strong hand will grab my buttocks and spread me further for his view. One thumb swirls over the pearl of my desire, causing me to cry out his name and arch my back. Just as I am about to sit myself up, he will place a hand in the middle of my back, press me back down and enter my pulsing love canal with his hot tongue. Curling and licking her tunnel, she squirmed and moaned louder as the hand holding her moved to squeeze one cheek of her rear as his fingers began playing with her as his tongue lapped up her over active juices.
I need a man who is not afraid to leave welts as he rains down punishing lashes upon my bared buttocks as I scream my pleasure at each painful flick of contact. Someone who will wrap his hand around my slender throat and gently squeeze as he turns me around to face him, his free hand coming around to clasp my body against his. My breast pressing against his firm chest as his tongue plunders the darkest depths of my mouth, his hand loosening on my throat to once again grip a large fistful of hair.
Soft moans escaping my lips as his palm slaps hard against my rump, the ripples of pleasure making me tremble as my arms go around his neck to pull him in for a deeper kiss, unable to get enough of him. My body quivers beneath each stroke of his hand across the responsive flesh of my back and my head arching with the pressure of his hand pulling my hair, arching me backwards, exposing my breasts to his full attention.
His lips trail away from mine as one hand grips my firm, supple posterior, pulling my hips closer to his and his kisses moving down my throat in a gentle cascade of desire and adoration. He makes my body feel worshipped and loved as he lifts me from the ground to impale me with his hard, pulsing member. The pleasure blinds me for a moment as my nails lock into his shoulders, the flesh retaining half moon divots. As my body responds to his, thrusting in time with his rhythm, he slams me against our living room wall, hard. The wall caves slightly beneath our weight, a spider web of cracks blooming around our thrusting forms as my body shuddered in blissful delight, the muscles in my pussy squeezing his cock in silent prayer to never stop what is his doing.
Quiet growls emanate from my chest as his teeth dig savagely into the curve of my neck, grinding his teeth and suckling lightly as he thrusts harder and harder. His own deep growls echoing mine in perfect harmony as our bodies begin to sweat. He pulls away from the wall and removes his teeth from my creamy skin and gives me a wolfish grin before holding my legs and carrying my towards the balcony, which faces a main freeway on ramp. If one were using it, they would have a perfect view of everything happening.
Despite my protests, he would bend my over the railing, palming my breasts as they swayed over the edge and slowly slid his hard cock into my soaking wet pussy, whispering tauntingly sweet things into my ear about how everyone can see us. Everyone can see how much I love his cock inside of me and with every taunt and every tease, he would push further and harder into me. Try as I would to fight him off and go back indoors, he won’t let me. He wants the world to see him dominate me and he wanted them to see me enjoy it. As the breeze picks up, he wraps his hand around my throat again, pulling me up so that he could kiss me as he continued to pound himself deep inside, filling me to the max.
My screams build in my throat as he reaches his free hand around to gently toy with my swollen clitoris, the tiny button screaming for attention. His calloused fingers were better than any vibrator as he expertly strummed me until I came hard on his thrusting member; I would strain against the hand on my tender throat as my back arched in unparalleled pleasure. I would feel the bruising from his fingers and the very thought would send me flying over the edge again, exploding on his cock and sending small trickles of feminine arousal down his shaft. Just as my breath begins to return to normal, both of his strong hand grab my trembling hips and he would slam into me, his seed filling my womb and seeping between us. I want to feel overfull of cum, have him tweak my nipples as he pulls out of my dripping tunnel before he leans down to kiss me, gently. he will take me in his arm and carry me to our shower where he would clean his seed and the dirt from outside from my weak, sated body.