"I like a girl who keeps her promises," he says, looking me in the eye.
"That doesn't mean I'll let you off the hook," I respond, resting my hands on his waist. "You'll have to make it worth my while."
"Fiona," he whispers, and a shiver goes up my spine as I hear my name rolling over his tongue, "you're in good hands." That much I can't dispute; his big hands sure seem to fit perfectly on my curves.
"I don't doubt it … I just hope you'll be using more than your hands," I purr, moving one hand over his belt and suddenly flattening it against his crotch. A grin dawns on his face as he feels the pressure of my hand.
"I'll be using far more than just my hands," he says, and I feel the shape under his pants hardening against my fingers. Whatever monstrosity he's hiding between his pants, it keeps on growing and growing until my hand feels much smaller than it really is. "Surprised?" he asks, noticing the amazement that has taken over my face. "You shouldn't be."
I'm at a loss for words, my brain busy with trying to comprehend how big he really is. At least ten inches-wait, no, he's even bigger than that. Twelve? Oh, God, is he even human? I didn't think that cocks as huge as his existed in the real world. I'm sorry, Christine, I doubt that Professor Hung can hold a candle to Danny.
I curl my fingers around his thick shape, my heart tightening in my chest as I realize that not only is he big, he's also insanely thick; it feels like he stuffed a large can of coke inside his pants. How in the world is such a cock going to fit inside my pussy? I can barely grab it using just one hand!
"Don't worry, I'll be gentle," he says, reading the worry in my eyes. "Well, I'll try." He pushes me back then, one hand still on my waist and the other going to my nape, tangling his long fingers in my hair. He only stops when my back is against the wall, his body pressed against mine. I keep my hand on his crotch, my fingers tightly curled around his hard cock and-gasp-it seems even bigger than before now.
"No," I find myself saying, and he arches one eyebrow at that. "Don't be gentle," I continue, tightening my fingers around his cock and grinning wildly. I'm with Danny Manning right now; being gentle with him would just be a waste, don't you think? I want him to be as wild and fierce as he's on the field-perhaps even more.
"If that's what you want," he whispers, yanking on my hair and forcing my head back, "then that's what you'll get." He lays his mouth on my neck, kissing in a straight line until his lips are on mine again. Pushing his way inside my mouth with his tongue, his kiss grows fiercer and savage, the hand he has on my waist going down until it meets the hemline of my dress.
Moving his hand under my dress, he slides it up until his fingers are brushing against my inner thighs, my pussy so wet that I can already feel my thong sticking to my skin. With a sudden movement, he flattens the palm of his hand right between my thighs, his long fingers pressing against my wetness as I gasp.
"Oh, God," I breathe out, throwing my head back against the wall and closing my eyes. He starts rubbing my pussy with slow teasing strokes, and my hips start moving by instinct, grinding against his open hand.
"You're a mess down here," he whispers, leaning in and brushing his full lips against my ear. "I like that … I like that a lot."
"I bet you do," I manage to say, a sudden burst of confidence filling me. "But you'll like it even more."
"Is that so?" he whispers again, pressing harder against my pussy and making me gasp once more. "Now you've made me curious … " Trailing off, he takes his hand off of my pussy and starts kissing my neck. His lips go down to my cleavage and, grabbing at the straps of my dress, he pulls them down my arms. Pushing the fabric down, he only stops when my dress is bunched up around my waist.
I reach for his hair and, grabbing it, I pull him into me. He doesn't fight back, allowing his mouth to fly straight to between my tits. He kisses me in the valley between my breasts, sliding both his hands up my back until he finds the clasp of my bra. With a quick flick of his fingers, he unhooks it, and then pushes the straps down my arms.
"Much better," he grins, his eyes focused on my tits as he lets the bra float down to the floor. Without allowing me enough time for a response, he dives into me once more. His lips go over the curve of my right breast, closing in on my hard nipple. Using only his tongue, he starts circling it, driving me completely mad. I grab his hair fiercely, forcing him to move his mouth straight to my nipple but, this time, he resists me.
"Patience is a virtue, you know?" he says, looking up at me with that maddening grin of his. Finally, though, he flicks his tongue against my hard rosy tip and I let out out one quivering moan. Moving fast now, he wraps his lips around my nipple and starts sucking harder, battering against my aching tip with the tip of his tongue. With his free hands he squeezes my right breast, my skin burning up as I succumb to the touch of his fingers. "You're delicious," he whispers, pulling back from my kiss and looking at me in the eye. "But I want to taste the main course," he continues, slowly going down on his knees. My heart almost explodes as I realize what he has in mind.
"It's all yours," I tell him, my voice heavy and full of lust. Without bothering to push my dress down, he slides his two hands under the fabric and then hikes it up to my waist. Without even giving me enough time to prepare myself for what's about to happen, he just dives into me, and presses his open mouth against the drenched fabric of my thong.
I arch my back and, without even knowing what the hell I'm doing, I lift one leg up and place it over his shoulder. With my pussy now perfectly angled, Danny starts sucking on me with such an eagerness that you'd say he's the one who's star struck, not me. My skin prickles as I feel his lips on me, my thong the only barrier between us, and I can barely believe how good it feels.
"More," he whispers, and I have no idea if he's talking to me or to himself. Either way, he takes his fingers to between my thighs and, grabbing at my thong, he flicks it to the side and bares my wet pussy.
A shiver goes up my spine as he brushes his index finger over my drenched folds, and when he starts moving it up and down I can't help but moan. My voice explodes in the silence of his apartment like a song of pleasure, and I thrust my hips against him, anxious to feel his fingers or his mouth on me. I've seen what he's capable of when inside the field, now I want to know what other things he can do with his fingers and mouth … And with his cock, of course, but that comes later.
"You really don't know what patience means, do you?" he asks me, looking up at me with a teasing smile. I just bite on my lower lip, my eyes locked on his as I run my fingers through his hair, urging him to carry on. "Oh, well," he chuckles, and then presses his open mouth against my pussy. I moan even louder than before as he sucks on my inner lips, using his tongue to lap at them.
Using the leg I have over his shoulder to lock him in place, I start thrusting, rubbing my pussy against his mouth as he devours me. With my eyelids closed shut, I let my consciousness be dragged down into a world of pure pleasure, each time he flicks his tongue against me feeling like lightning crashing down on me.
He keeps going until I no longer know if I'm moaning or screaming, my voice just another constant in a sea of ecstasy.
"It feels so good," I tell him, still grabbing at his hair. The moment these words leave my mouth, he takes one hand to my pussy and presses his thumb over my clit, immediately moving it viciously in a circular motion. "Oh, fuck," I breathe out, pleasure pooling inside my muscles. I don't know how much longer I'll be able to take this without-oh, Jesus, forget about that. I'm going to come, and it's going to happen right now.
Exhaling sharply, I let a wave of mind-bending ecstasy crash against both my mind and body, every single muscle in my body twitching and trembling as my nerve endings become overloaded.
I start hissing through my gritted teeth, yanking on Danny's hair and forcing me against my pussy so harshly that I don't even know if he can breathe. Only when pleasure starts to subside do I let go of him, slowly placing my leg back on the floor. He pulls back from me and I force my eyelids open. I can't help but grin as, looking down at him, I notice my fluids dripping down his chin. I reach for him and, with two fingers under his jaw, I make him get up until he's on my level.
"Like I said … Delicious," he tells me, leaning in and crushing his mouth against mine. A violent shiver climbs up my spine as I taste my pussy in his mouth. Delicious, he says, and I can't help but agree.