Dirty Daddy(360)

“Oh God,” I blurt out the moment a hurricane of pleasure takes over me. There’s a storm in my brain and, for a moment, I can’t even see or hear anything; my brain shuts down everything in order to process all the sweet pleasure reaching it. I’m grinding my teeth so hard I can feel the pressure building around the bones in my jaw.

With my brain seemingly busy, my body goes out of control; still grabbing him by the hair, I start swaying my hips in a frenzy, crushing my pussy against his face in deep desperation as I come. By the time pleasure finally starts receding, there are already beads of sweat pooling on my forehead.

“So good…” I whisper, more to myself than to him, as I collapse on top of the bed, sprawling both my legs and arms.

“I can say the same,” he whispers back at me, going up to his knees. I force my eyes open and look at him, a delirious smile taking over my lips as I see his lips and chin glistening from my fluids.

Propping myself up on my elbows, I reach for him and tug his pants down. He does the rest, rolling to the side and kicking them off. He’s only in his boxers now, but I’m going to take care of that really, really soon …

Moving like a cat, I place my hands on his chest and push him down. He lies on top of the mattress willingly and I jump on top of him in an instant, straddling him. His cock is tenting up his boxer briefs, and I just can’t help but to press my aching pussy against that pulsing shape. Sitting on top of his shaft, I start swaying my hips, moving my body in a flowing motion as I grind against him.

“Fuck,” he groans, running his tongue between his lips as he lays his hands on my ass. Squeezing my cheeks, he makes me grind against him even harder; I do it for a few seconds, but the desire to feel his huge cock turns into a raging need and I slide down his body. My fingernails slide down from his pectorals to his abs, leaving the red marks of claws on their way, and I finally hook them on his boxers.

Tugging viciously, I almost rip the fabric out. That doesn’t happen, though, so I just push his boxers down his legs, never taking my eyes out of his cock as it springs free. I look at it with wide eyes, and for an instant I don’t know where I need it the most—inside my mouth, inside my pussy, or… somewhere else. All I know is that I need it.

Much like he did before, I position myself between his legs, reaching for his mast and grabbing it harshly. Unlike him, though, I’m not in the mood for any kind of teasing; I need his cock, and I need it now. Looking into his eyes one last time, I lean into him as I angle his cock, pointing it straight at my mouth. I part my lips and wrap them around his tip, slowly lowering myself and allowing his shaft to slide over my tongue.

“Fuck, so tight,” he groans, gently placing his hands on the top of my head and pushing me down. I let him do it willingly, and I only stop when my lips are at the base of his cock, its tip pressed tight against the back of my throat. I hold my position there for a few seconds, using my tongue to press on his shaft, and only then do I allow him to slide out.

The moment only his tip is in my mouth, I grab his shaft with one hand and start stroking him. Bobbing my head back and forth, I suck and stroke at a perfect rhythm, my body in complete sync as I please him. The pace keeps growing furiously, and it doesn’t take long for the muscles in my neck to start cramping. Still, instead of pushing through, I decide it’s time we change gears.

I pop his cock out of my mouth and, sliding both hands up his naked torso, I sit on top of him. “Fuck me, Mr. Quarterback,” I purr, grabbing his cock and pointing it upward. “Show me your winning moves,” I continue, raising my hips and then lowering myself until I feel the tip of his cock against my pussy lips.

“Touchdown,” he grins, his word a barely audible whisper. In a heartbeat he takes his hands to my ass cheeks, and burying his fingers into my flesh, pushes me down. I throw my head back and scream as I feel his shaft digging deep into me, my insides burning up as if Danny’s body was made of fire and sin, and as far as I know, it really is.

He keeps down as he thrusts, his cock making its burning way until his twelve inches are all lodged inside of me. I cry out, clawing at his chest as I feel my inner walls stretching to accommodate his massive cock. I guess it doesn’t matter how many times we’re together, my body’s never going to get used to how big Danny is. And that’s fine by me; every time is like the first time.

Letting my head down, my hair falling over my shoulders, I start rocking my hips. I ride him hesitantly at first, still getting used to his pulsing shaft inside of me, but in a matter of seconds my body has already worked itself into a frenzy. I go back and forth over his cock as fast as I can, and he starts thrusting too, pistoning into me in a feverish state.