He kissed me hard then, his hands roaming my body freely. I wasn’t used to moving so fast with a man, but I couldn’t stop myself with Travis. There was something so powerful, and I felt it bubbling up to the surface from underneath me. I began to slowly work my hips against him, needing it, desperate for that contact.
He kissed my neck again, his hands teasing my breasts. “Fuck your body is perfect,” he said. “Your fucking pussy is tight as hell, and these tits are incredible.”
“You don’t need to compliment me anymore,” I said, smiling. “I’m already topless.”
“At this point, I just need you to know what you fucking do to me.” He took my hand and slowly guided it down. He placed it on his cock and I bit my lip. He was hard as hell.
“This is what I do?” I asked, slowly sliding my hand along his length.
“God damn right it is,” he grunted. “You get me hard as fuck. Look at you, Hartley. My cock can’t lie.”
I bit my lip and then stood up. He moved to get up, but I pushed him back down, dropping to my knees in front of him. His eyes were all fire and intensity as I unbuckled his belt, sliding it out, and then unbuttoned his pants. I slowly took them off him, sliding them away.
He sat there, his big, thick cock straining against his boxer briefs. I looked up at him, teasing him just a little bit, as I slowly slid off his underwear.
His cock was big and hard, standing straight and thick. I tried not to marvel at it too much, but I couldn’t help myself. I slowly slid my hand up along his length, biting my lip.
“You’re staring like you just won a prize,” he said.
“Maybe I did.”
He grinned at me. “You have no idea.”
I slowly licked him from base to tip before taking him into my mouth. I could barely fit him as I began to suck his tip, my tongue rolling around. He groaned as I jerked his thick shaft off, sucking his tip, using my spit to slide along his skin.
“There’s nothing better in this world than a fucking pretty girl sucking cock,” he said. “And Hartley, you have to be the fucking prettiest.”
I continued to work him, sucking his tip and jerking him off. He groaned, loving it, and that only made me even more wet. He pressed my head down slightly and I let him, sliding his cock into my throat, amazed at how much of him I could take, and amazed that there was even more left.
“Oh fucking shit, Hartley,” he said. “Suck that fucking cock, girl.”
I worked him, letting him fuck my mouth, sliding his big dick down my throat. I moaned, not able to help myself, losing it completely. I loved a man that took control, that made me suck his dick the way he wanted it and wasn’t afraid to tell me what he needed. Travis wasn’t shy about pushing his thick cock down my throat, and that only excited me more.
I pulled his cock out and took a deep breath, jerking him off and looking up at him.
He grabbed a handful of my hair and kissed me hard. “You have no clue what that does to me,” he said after the kiss was done. “Those tits, you jerking this cock. Fuck. I can’t take this shit anymore. I have to feel that cunt wrapped around my big cock.”
He stood up, pulling me up with him. He undressed me fast and easily, sliding my jeans down over my ass and kissing my skin as he went. He tossed my pants aside, went down on his knees in front of me, and grabbed my ass. He pulled me against him, spreading my legs.
I was surprised to feel his mouth and tongue begin to work my pussy. He began to suck and lick my clit, kneeling down in front of me. I laced my fingers through his thick hair, pleasure rolling through my body. He supported me, holding my ass as his tongue worked me. He sucked and licked me, working in circles around my clit, eating every inch of me.
I felt his tongue press inside me and I gasped. His tongue fucked my pussy, pressing deep inside me. I began to roll my hips, grinding down against his face as he ate me, his mouth starving and hungry for more.
“I can suck this clit all fucking day,” he said finally, standing. I was panting and staring at him, pleasure and need rocking through me. “Absolutely fucking delicious.”
I grabbed his shirt and tore it off him. I ran my fingers down his defined chest while he grinned at me. I traced the lines of the many tattoos he had all over him and felt the scars dotting his skin.
“You have a lot of scars,” I said.
“I told you, I’ve been shot at a lot.”
“You never said the bullets hit you.”
He grinned, tipping my chin up. “You never asked.”
He kissed me again, hard, and I felt his hands beginning to work my pussy again. He pressed his fingers deep inside me, and I let him take me, let him do whatever he wanted.