Hard Bastard(132)

I sat back up and reached for him, grasping his hard dick through his thin cotton boxer briefs. He grinned as he stroked his length, my legs wrapped around him again.

“No more hiding,” he said.

“No,” I agreed.

I slipped my hand down his underwear and grasped his hard dick, stroking his length. He grunted his pleasure and began to stroke my clit, kissing my nipples and chest. I groaned, barely containing myself.

I wanted him. I wanted every part of him, every inch. I couldn’t think about anything but him, but his powerful body and perfect lips.

I couldn’t stop myself anymore. I suddenly pulled away and rotated around, lying on my stomach. I reached forward and yanked his underwear down, revealing his thick cock. I reached forward and slowly slipped it into my mouth.

“Fuck, Brie,” he grunted. “I’ve been thinking about your lips wrapped around me like that . . .”

He trailed off as I began to suck him hard, loving the taste of his pre-cum on my tongue. I worked him that way, my lips wrapped around his length, working him in and out of my mouth. I tried to take him as far as I could, but he was just too big. Instead, I concentrated on the tip, sucking it hard.

He grunted. “Work that cock. Don’t be shy. Make a mess if you have to.”

I licked his length, a thin line of spit rolling down onto the green felt of the pool table, and took him back into my mouth. I kept working his length, not caring what I looked like. All I wanted was him and his taste, his grunts and groans of pleasure ringing in my ears.

Finally, I pulled out and began to stroke his spit-covered dick. I looked up at him, catching my breath.

“Fuck me, Lincoln,” I said.

He grinned and reached down for me, pulling me back and away, turning me around. He tore my panties off with one yank, not even bothering to slide them off.

“I liked those!” I said.

“Too bad. I’ll buy you more.”

I was going to protest, but he buried his face between my legs and began to lick with abandon.

Panties forgotten, I gripped the end of the table as his tongue licked my clit and worked me, rolling along my folds.

“Holy shit,” I groaned.

His only response was to slip a finger deep inside me as he continued to lick and nibble my swollen clit.

It was too much. I grabbed the back of his head and began to work my hips, practically fucking his mouth, as he continued to lick my clit. I was moaning, but I couldn’t tell how loudly. And I didn’t care at all.

The orgasm hit me like a truck. It came absolutely out of nowhere. It rolled up my legs and sat in my skull, buzzing through my brain and causing every muscle in my body to tense. I grabbed his hair and arched my back, and I must have ripped a chunk of his follicles from his scalp. Neither of us cared.

The orgasm blew through me after a second, and I lay back panting. He stood up, grinning at me.

“Now I can fuck you,” he grunted.

“Oh my god. That was fucking amazing,” I said, half giggling.

“Glad you liked it.” He reached down onto the floor and into his pants, pulling out his wallet. He slipped a condom wrapper out and ripped it open, rolling it down his length.

I began to breathe heavily as I remembered the feeling of his cock inside me.

“Lincoln—” I gasped.

But I couldn’t say anything else. He hooked his arms under my legs, pulled me toward him, and thrust his dick deep inside me.

Pleasure exploded through my body all over again. I moaned loudly, my arms up above my head, as he slipped easily into my slick spot.

“Shit, Brie, that never gets old,” he grunted.

He began to thrust in and out, working me, his cock filling my every inch. I let him take me, fuck me with his strong body, his heavy dick. I let him thrust hard and fast, work me, and punish me. I loved it, my eyes rolling back as his hands found my breasts and worked my nipples.

It was overwhelming. I felt the pleasure building, rolling through my spine.

He fucked me hard and strong, his hips working against mine. I moaned with every thrust, shocked at how easily he fit into me, sliding like it was nothing. I could barely control myself.

“Fuck, I need you,” I said, sitting up. “Get up here.”

He grinned and slid out of me. I moved back, making room as he climbed onto the table, lying out.

He looked incredible. His naked body, covered in tattoos, was cut and ripped, perfectly toned and hard. His big cock stood rock hard straight in the air. I got onto my knees and straddled him.

And hit my head on the low-hanging light.

“Shit,” I said.

He laughed. “Serves you right for being greedy.”

I smacked his chest. “Shut up.”

He grabbed my ass and suddenly pressed himself inside me. I stooped low, keeping under the light, as he began to slide in and out of me again.