12 Inches (A Secret Baby Dark Romance)(170)
Opening my mouth slightly I place it over his tip, my tongue brushing it gently. I feel the urge to lean forward, to make his cock slide down my lips in one swift motion and feel my whole mouth around it. But I wait, patiently, and keep to my own pace, my mouth widens slowly as I lean in, my lips sliding over his length inch by slow inch, making his body suffer through a sweet slow boil.
He claws at my hair as I cup his balls, my mouth finally filled with his throbbing member, the warmness of it almost making me dizzy. I pull out as slowly as I’ve leaned into him until only his tip is on my lips, and then go down again, each coming and going motion of my head making him grab at my hair harder.
He groans as my hand joins the pendulum motion of my mouth. I’m stroking and sucking at a rhythm so perfect I wish for it to never end. I can only imagine what’s going through his head as he looks down at me, seeing his flesh going in and out of my mouth. Just thinking of it I feel my pussy growing wetter than before.
"I’m going to fuck you so hard, Lisa," he whispers toward me. I raise my eyes up to him and, sliding back and allowing his cock to pop out of my mouth slowly, I smile at him, dimples forming around the edge of my mouth.
“I’ll make you keep that promise,” I tease him, and then I go back down on his cock. Bobbing my head back and forth, I go as fast as I possibly can. Even though the muscles in my neck are burning, and my jaw is hurting from being opened to its limit, I don’t stop. I push through whatever limitations I might have, going so fast that any other man would have just cum by now. But, of course, Diesel is not just any man; he’s something else entirely.
“Fuck,” he groans, his cock spasming inside my mouth. His whole body tenses up and, grabbing me by the hair, he forces me to stop sucking. Sliding his cock out from my mouth, he just looks down at me and grins. “Time to make that promise happen.”
He pulls me up to my feet and, taking his hands to my hips, pushes me back until I hit the wall. He then turns me around and I place both my hands against the flat surface, swaying my hips softly. I jut my ass at him and my heart starts racing faster: I want him bad and I want him now. "I’m going to fuck you so hard," he says, and his words sound like something magical.
Still grabbing me by the waist, he presses his body against mine. With his cock nestled against my ass cheeks, I start swaying my hips from side to side, rubbing his thickness and trying to burn down his mind with long flames of desire.
He rocks his body against mine and lifts my dress up to my waist, pressing his cock between my ass cheeks. I can’t help but savor how perfect it feels to be so close to him, his length pressed tight against my skin.
We keep moving our bodies in unison, my heart thrashing inside my chest as I feel his eyes wander over my body’s eager curves. God, I want—no, I need to feel every single inch of his smooth skin on my body.
He lets his hungry hands slide under the collar of my dress and make a teasing descent toward my breasts. With his fingers going over the cup of my bra and hooking themselves under it, his fingertips trace the curve of my breasts and find the warm hardness of my swollen nipples.
I arch my back and gasp, surrendering to his touch. Hungry for him, a white pulsing heat inside my head, I close my eyes as he slides the shoulder straps of my dress down my arms. He places one hand on my lower back, his fingers resting over the dimples I have there.
He finds his way to the clasp of my bra and, with a turn of his fingers, unhooks it. As the straps tumble down my shoulders, the bra cups gently droop down my breasts, a faint tan line revealing itself around the soft and firm mounds. Guided by pure instinct I pull the bra out and throw it to the ground; he then makes me turn to him and guides his mouth to my chest, flicking his tongue at a tiny hard nipple and then lowering his mouth and sucking on it as he cups both breasts and squeezes them. God, the way he’s doing it makes me feel as if… Hell, there’s nothing I can compare what I’m feeling to! I love sex, yeah, but I never thought that foreplay could even be this good.#p#分页标题#e#
His fingertips make the climb back down from my breasts, hiking over my stomach and discovering the hemline of my dress. He goes under it and straight to my crotch, his touch settling on my inner thighs as I squirm anxiously. With only one finger he traces the tender lines of my groin before surrendering to impatience and pressing down the palm of his hand over my drenched thong, drawing a purred moan out of my lips.
He brushes the tip of his fingers over my thong, my heart kicking and punching at my rib cage. Just imagining how it will feel to have him pull the thong down my legs, I’m suddenly overwhelmed by the desire to have him tasting me with his mouth.