Second Chance SEAL(111)

“That’s right,” he said. “Look at me with those pretty eyes while you suck that cock. Swallow that fucking big dick, you dirty girl.”

I worked his shaft with my free hand, stroking his length as I fit more and more of him into my mouth. Slowly he slid into my throat as I sucked him, working, using my spit to slide along his skin. I was dripping wet and wild, out of my mind with need for him.

He pressed my head down, groaning as I sucked him. He began to push his cock down my throat, fucking my mouth, and I took as much as I could of him. He groaned loudly, cursing, saying my name as he fucked my mouth.

I slid off the table and onto my knees in front of him, letting him press his cock deeper down my throat. “Hartley, you dirty fucking girl,” he said. “Look at you, taking this dick down your throat. You fucking like it, don’t you?”

I moaned my assent, taking his big cock in my mouth, sucking and working him. I loved the way his hands pressed my head down, his hungry moans. I wanted to make him feel as good as I had felt in the car. I sucked his cock wildly, not caring about anything but making him feel right. I sucked him hard and fast, letting him press himself deep into my throat, rolling my hand along his skin.

“Fuck,” he grunted, and he pulled me back. He stooped down and kissed my lips hard as I continued to stroke his thick cock. “Get up,” he commanded.

I stood up and he pushed me back onto the table. He reached down and grabbed his pants, pulling a condom from his wallet. I slowly pulled the straps of my sundress down, pulling it off down the front. He stared at me hungrily as he ripped the foil open and rolled the condom down his length.

He grabbed my legs and pulled me forward. I dropped back onto my elbows as he lifted my legs up, spreading them wide. I felt his big cock press against my soaking pussy as he stared down at me.

“I’ve been thinking about this tight fucking pussy ever since I first felt it.” He slowly pressed himself deep inside me. I tipped my head back, moaning as that incredible, pleasurable mix jolted through me.

“Fucking shit, Hartley,” he said. “God damn your pussy is incredible. It was made for this fucking cock.”

He pressed himself deep inside me, and I groaned as he filled my every inch. I couldn’t believe that I could take him again, but there he was, his cock deep inside me, my legs spread wide.

He slowly began to slide in and out. He leaned forward and kissed me, our tongues touching, his hand holding my hair as he slowly slid himself deep in and deep out. I was soaking wet, and so I took his cock easily, letting him press as deeply as he wanted into me.

He fucked me deep and slow, kissing my mouth, and I just wanted to feel him. He pulled back for a second, pulled his shirt off, and then came back to me, kissing my lips. I reached out and ran my fingers down his ripped abs as he slowly thrust inside me, fucking me deep and slow.

I loved it, loved the way he felt. I loved the way his thick cock filled me to the brim, and I felt like I was overflowing with him. His lips were soft and firm against mine, his tongue delicious in my mouth.

He pulled his mouth from mine and pressed his lips against my ear. “Every second I’m around you, I’m thinking about fucking this tight pussy,” he whispered. He thrust deep inside me and I moaned.

“I’m thinking about this body, about that ass in my hands. I’m fucking hard as hell every time you so much as speak.”

As he whispered in my ear, he continued to fuck me deep and slow, but getting faster, harder. I supported myself on my elbows as he held my hair with one hand, the other one grabbing my hip. His cock thrust deep against me, slowly and firmly. All I could do was moan his name, overwhelmed by his words, his skin, the way he took me and made me his.

“All I want is to make this pussy come,” he whispered. “I feel more alive deep inside this cunt than I do anywhere else. You drive me fucking mad with this pussy.”

He pulled back and then pressed me down, flat on my back. He began to fuck me harder, sliding deeply in and out, holding my legs wide open. I pressed my breasts together, feeling myself, so lost in the moment, so overwhelmed by the pleasure rolling through my body.

I loved the intense look on his face as he fucked me, the way he looked at my body. I watched as he spread my legs wide and then pressed his fingers against my clit, fucking my pussy and rubbing my clit. I moaned, feeling it rush through me, sensing that edge getting closer and closer. I loved the way he fucked me, the way he took my body rough and deep.

Just then he stepped back and slowly slid himself out of me. I groaned as he grabbed my hips and pulled me off the table. He practically carried me into the living room and pressed me down onto the rug, on my knees. He put me on all fours, taking me and slowly pressing his cock deep inside me from behind.