My eyelids droop as, leaning, he brushes his lips over the naked skin of my neck. His kisses are gentle, but under his gentleness there’s a coiled aggressiveness, an undertone of danger and adrenaline… I have to admit, I haven’t been this wet in a long time. And he has gotten me curious; how good can he be?
His hands go up to my shoulders, and his fingers find the straps of my dress. He pulls them down my arms, tugging at the fabric until it folds over my chest and hangs limply around my waist. Using only one finger, he traces a straight line down from between my shoulders, his fingertip going over the ridges of my spine until it finds the place where both thong and skin meet. His fingers go sideways then, moving around my hips as he traces the contour of my thong. He’s taking his time, and he’s doing it deliberately; he’s teasing me, torturing me, waiting until I’m dying to have him… But I know the game he’s playing, and I’m not going to let him do it.
I thrust my hips back, pressing my ass against his crotch in one sudden movement. I purse my lips, my heart tightening inside my chest as I feel his hard shape between my ass cheeks. How big is he? Ten, eleven inches…? No, it has to be twelve at least. And not only is he long, he’s thick as well, like a tall can of Coke. When I had my hand on his crotch, I could barely grab his cock with just one hand… I can’t begin to imagine how it’ll feel to have him inside of me. Now, I’m not an innocent girl; I’ve fucked so many men that I lost count, and some of them were truly big… But I don’t think I’ve ever been with a man like Austin. And, more important than having a massive cock, I’m starting to believe that he really knows how to use it. The way he’s touching my body, taking his time with maddening patience… He’s an experienced man, there’s no doubt about it.
I start to sway my hips, moving my body in waves and grinding against his cock. He keeps still, his fingers sliding over my skin as he lays slow kisses on my neck, and doesn’t match my movements. He’s trying to see if he can make me lose control; what he doesn’t know is that I can also make him lose control. I move my hips faster, pressing my ass hard against his cock, and I feel his shaft pulsing violently between my ass cheeks. He’s dying to fuck me; I can feel it.
“You’re a nasty one, aren’t you?” he asks me, his lips moving close to my ear.
“Why don’t you find out?” I shoot back, my eyes still closed as I savor the way his thickness pushes against my ass. He moves fast, and I gasp as he turns me around once, pinning me against the wall and crushing his mouth against mine. I lose myself in his kiss for a few seconds, my skin prickling as he pushes his tongue inside my mouth. He’s a good kisser, and I can tell you that it isn’t that easy to find a man who knows how to kiss a woman. Most of them slobber all over you, and others are content with letting you lead them. But not Austin, no, he kisses me in such a way that my thong grows damp, the fabric sticking to my skin as I grow wetter.
“Now,” he starts, pulling me out of the trance I’m in, “on your knees.” His words hit me hard, the tone of his voice leaving no room for a snappy comeback. If this was any other man, I’d say, “no, you get on your knees,” but right now, my knees are buckling, and I find myself going down before I can do anything about it. “Good,” he whispers, and I reach for him with both my hands, moving almost unconsciously. I feel the leather on his belt, and I start unbuckling it, the metallic clink of the buckle sliding off sending a shiver up my spine.#p#分页标题#e#
My eyes widen as I see his cock straining against his boxer briefs, and I bite my bottom lip, anxiety kicking in like the sting from a wasp. I want to pull his boxers down, to see his cock in all its glory… But first I flatten the palm of my hand against the shape of his cock, my eyelids drooping as I feel it throbbing against me. Then, Austin lays both his hands on my head and I can’t help myself, I hook my fingers on his boxer briefs and pull them down. His cock springs free, slapping the back of my hand as it goes up. Moving as fast as I can, I reach for it and grab him, first with just one hand, then with two. Remember when I told you that he had to be at least twelve inches long? Well, I was right. His cock isn’t big or huge… it’s massive, and it looks even more so with my small fingers wrapped around it.
“Like what you see?” he asks me, but I don’t even dare to look up at him. No, he’d see all the desire flickering in my eyes, the burning need to feel his gigantic cock inside of me… And I don’t want him to see how much I need it right now. I don’t want to hand him all control on a silver plate. If he wants that, he’s going to have to fight for it. I don’t give handouts.