And oh fuck, what happened was so amazing, so dirty and unreal that I almost creamed myself. I tasted that swollen pussy, drank her nectar, sampled the honey within, and it was the best I’ve ever had. Lindy’s so aromatic, her cream slick and wet, running down my throat in gushes, and I loved as she heaved above me, her boobs bouncing here and there as I licked her twat.
“Ohhh Mr. Jones,” she cried out, eyes alive, feeling a man’s tongue on her clit for the first time. “Ohhhh.”
Fuck, even the way she said “Mr. Jones” was such a fucking turn-on, my mast popped out at full force, the pre-cum dripping wetly from the head. But this first orgasm was hers, all hers, and I was determined to ride it until Lindy was nothing but a gasping, moaning pile in my arms.
And it wasn’t hard to do. The girl was so sensitive, so responsive and attuned to my every touch, my every directive, that she creamed within minutes, orgasming hard on my face, giving it all up with my tongue buried in her pussy, caressing her hymen as it vibrated with shock, with ecstasy, her cunt clenching and spasming as her eyes rolled back, screaming. Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, I was alive on all fronts, my senses heightened, like I was Superman on drugs, powerful, omniscient, that’s how amazing Lindy made me feel.
And when it was over, the brunette was sweet, looking at me through half-lidded eyes, that heaving, plump body covered in a light sheen of sweat, creamy and glistening under the low lights.
“Mr. Jones,” she laughed, panting a little still, those big boobies jiggling with her giggle. “But you haven’t, you know …” she said, blushing again.
And I dropped another kiss on her pussy, swiping my tongue across her clit for good measure.
“I know, baby,” I said smoothly. “I haven’t forgotten because yeah, you’re taking my dick next.”
And the brunette’s breathy gasp, the desire lighting in her eyes, only confirmed what I suspected and now knew for sure. This was going to be the best ten days of my life … bar none.
CHAPTER NINE
Lindy
The sex had been amazing. There, I said it. Sex. Or did that count? Did orgasming on Chris’s face count as sex or did his dick have to be in me?
Suddenly I was lost and confused because that’s what Mr. Jones does to me. He’s so charismatic, so charming that suddenly I find myself doing what he wants, when he wants. He could probably say, “Lindy, spin on my dick like an ice skater,” and I’d probably just murmur, “How fast, Mr. Jones? Just tell me how fast?”
Because I could feel it, I could feel how much under his spell I was. I wanted him so badly, I wanted him to put it in, to take me, make me his. And the way he was reaching for me now, his big body tense again, those muscles rippling, a certain gleam in those dark blue eyes told me that my dream was about to come true.
“Baby come closer,” he said, his voice dangerously soft. And I melted inside, I couldn’t wait to be near him, to wrap myself all around this big man but my body betrayed me. I’ve always been a little clumsy and I just wasn’t sure how. So awkwardly, I hoisted myself over, landing between his spread legs with a thunk on the mattress, my generous behind bouncing as my breasts flew this way and that.
I half expected him to shake his head in disgust, the unladylike way I’d just plopped myself in front of him, but instead the big man laughed, one hand going up to stroke a breast, pinch my nipple, while the other one lazily caressed my thigh.
“Baby got back,” he murmured against my lips while kissing me. “And boy does that back fly.”#p#分页标题#e#
I just leaned into him, reveling in his approval. Because oh yeah, the big man loved my curves, adored the fact that I had huge Double D’s and a giant ass, in fact he wanted me to put on more weight. And I grew heated within, realizing how perfect we were together, man and woman together, adoring each other, bringing each other to the highest heights.
But wait, that hadn’t happened yet. Despite the fact that he’d made me cream and shudder for him wetly, Mr. Jones hadn’t come yet and I desperately wanted him to … with his dick in my pussy.
So I mewled and lapped at him, running my tongue delicately across the strong jaw, sampling him while biting lightly at his shoulder.
“Please Mr. Jones,” I said sweetly. “Put it in? My kitty wants you.”
And the big man’s shaft was a massive fucking pole between us, standing straight up and leaking from the tip, practically brushing against my nipples it was so hard and stiff. So I knew he wanted it, and it was just a matter of getting it in, right? But I was naïve and had no idea how simplistic my views were.