Play Along(127)
I raise a brow. “You can stop looking at me like I’m your next fuck. There will be no physical activity between us at all tonight. I am not that kind of girl.”
He leans over and kisses me again. “Stop talking.” He smiles into my lips. “You are only making the challenge so much sweeter to achieve. I am a goal orientated man you know.”
“Happy wife, happy life,” I reply sarcastically.
“Blossom, do you really think that I couldn’t make you happy as my wife if that were my goal?” He raises his brow in question.
I laugh out loud. “Shut up, you freak. Who says this shit and gets away with it?”
He laughs out loud as his hands drop to my behind again.
Two hours and six cocktails later.
The sight of his huge cock sliding up and down between my breasts is driving me crazy. We are back in his room, unable to control the attraction, acting like animals. This is casual sex at its absolute finest. This guy is gorgeous, intelligent, funny, and as sexy as fuck. Not to mention he’s hung like a bloody horse. I’ve died and gone to Vegas Heaven. His knees are on either side of my body as he kneels over me. Large, dark brown eyes stare down at me and I arch my back unable to hold the urge to fuck. How did he get me here? Doing this.
I’m not this kind of girl, but holy hell, he makes being bad so damn fun.
He bends and kisses me, his tongue seductively dancing with mine. “You owe me fifty bucks.” He smiles against my lips.
I laugh out loud. “Bastard.”
“Time to work off your debt,” he whispers as he pushes his cock forward through my breasts, his eyes closing in pleasure. His hands encase my breasts around his cock. “You have the best fucking tits I have ever seen.” He growls.
My eyes roll back in my head. God, this is payment enough. What could be better than this visual sensation?
He starts to really pound my chest until the bed starts to rock and my sex clenches in pleasure. Holy fuck, I need this dick inside me now.
I laugh out loud. This is unbelievable. How in the hell did this guy get me back to his room and owing him fifty dollars for the privilege?
He smiles sexily as his mouth hangs slack in arousal. “Arrêter de rire ou je remplirai votre bouche avec ma bite,” he whispers as he looks down at me.
Translation: Stop laughing or I will fill your mouth with my cock.
An unexpected thrill runs through me and I reply. “Je pourrais prendre tout cela.”
Translation: I could take it all.
His eyebrow rises sexily in surprise. “Tu parle français?” he asks as he rolls a condom on.
Translation: You speak French?
I grab the back of his head bring it to mine. “Je baise en français trop,” I whisper.
Translation: I fuck in French, too.
His mouth ravages mine and I feel his hard length slide between my wet lips, back and forth he glides it. I smile. Let’s up the anti.
“Obwohl, wenn ich in Deutsch ficken ist, wenn Im in meinem besten,” I whisper as my arousal hits fever pitch.
Translation: Although, when I fuck in German is when I’m at my best.
He laughs out loud into my mouth and lifts my legs over his shoulder as he impales me in one hard slam. We stay still and our eyes both close in pleasure.
Holy fuck.
This guy is good… and huge.
“Sie sollten sehen, was Sie sagen, deutsch meine Bruchstelle ist,” he whispers as he pulls out and slides home again.
Translation: You should watch what you say, German is my breaking point.
My back arches off the bed. Oh God, this is too good. His brain is as sharp as his body. I don’t know anyone else Bilingual and this is blowing my freaking mind.
“Ich wollte deinen Schwanz in den Mund,” I breathe.
Translation: I wanted your cock in my mouth.
He pulls out and immediately is above me as he feeds his cock into my open mouth, I taste my own salty arousal. Shit. This guy is off the fucking hook.
“Votre souhait est ma commande ma chère femme.”
Translation: Your wish is my command, my dear wife.
I smile around the large penis as he slides it down my throat and I feel my sex start to pulse.
“Je voudrais que vous souffler dans ma bouche. Si vous étiez vraiment mon mari je boirai vers le bas”
Translation: I wish you could blow in my mouth. If I was really your wife, I would drink it down.
He shakes his head and smiles sexily down at me as he pushes the hair back from my forehead. “Fuck, moi aussi. Vous soufflez mon putain de l’esprit ici,” he whispers through blanket thick arousal.
Translation: Fuck, so do I. You are blowing my fucking mind here.
I smile as I flick my tongue over the end of him. His knees are on either side of my head and his body is moving fluently, in and out of my mouth. His dark eyes watch me struggle to take him all.