I’ve never been shy with him, but the more we’re together, the bolder I get. I bring my fingers to my breasts, plucking the nipples like he does with his mouth. I tease them, keeping my eyes on him as he strips naked and climbs back on top of me.
He pushes my hands out of the way roughly, and I moan as his mouth takes my fingers’ place. But before I can feel his warm cock at my entrance, he takes his mouth off my breasts and moves up my body. He straddles my chest, and I look up at him, wondering what he’s doing.
“Open your mouth, baby doll.”
I do as he says, licking my lips first, excited by the task. I haven’t sucked his cock before, and I’m thrilled at the idea. He grunts as he holds his shaft and runs the velvet tip along my bottom lip.
I feel a slickness there as his tip leaves a trail of cum, and my tongue darts out to taste him. I moan at his flavor, opening my mouth for more.
“Get it wet,” he says through gritted teeth.
As I open wide, his cock enters my mouth, but it’s so big and my mouth can only take so much. The part I can fit in, I lick all over it, doing as he says.
His hand is shaking and I can see his body is locked tight with tension. Before I can fully enjoy what I’m doing, he takes his cock out of my mouth and moves down my chest a fraction so that his cock is between my breasts.
He takes my wrists, pressing my palms on either side of my breasts, squeezing them together and enveloping his shaft.
“I want to fuck your tits and then your sweet little pussy, baby doll. Squeeze them tight for me. Just like your cunt.”
I blush all the way to my feet at his dirty words, but feel the pulse of my clit begging for more. I do as he says, pressing them tight around his ridge, as he shifts on top of me. His big body is so powerful, and the way he’s positioned makes me give him my full submission. He’s not putting much weight on me, but the sheer size of him above me like this, rocking his cock between my soft flesh, makes my body light up.
It’s not only the sensation of him on top of me that’s arousing me. It’s the sight of him owning my body in every possible way and seeing the look of pleasure on his face while he does it. Trace claims another piece of me, and I smile up at him, giving it freely. I want him to have all of me. Every inch.
“You look so goddamn beautiful when you take my cock.”
I want to turn him on even more, so the next time the head of his cock pops out between the tops of my breasts, I stick my tongue out and lick the head.
That makes him lock up tight, unmoving. I watch as cum spreads between my breasts and flows up to my neck. I stick my tongue out again, tasting it as it drips from the tip, and I can’t hold back my giggle. I can’t believe I did that with just one little touch.
“Fuck,” he growls as he slides his cock from my breasts and moves down between my legs.
He shoves inside my soaked pussy in one hard thrust, and I moan at the feeling of being so full.
“You made me cum on your chest when you know good and well I save my seed for your womb. I want my baby taking root. And I can’t do that if your little mouth is involved.”
I moan again as his thrusts speed up, my orgasm closer than I thought possible. He reaches up, rubbing his sticky passion into my chest as he takes my mouth. The smell of his cum on me and the feel of his throbbing cock inside my channel are too much. And just when I think I’ve had enough, he moves down to my nipple and bites.
I climax, screaming his name as my fingers tighten in his hair. The slippery sounds of my orgasm are amplified as he thrusts into me fast, just before finding his own release. His heat floods my womb, and I clench around his cock, wanting more. I want him all over me and inside me. I can’t wait to have his baby and then let him get me pregnant all over again.
“More,” I moan. I want another orgasm, and I know Trace will give it to me.
“Up you go,” he says, rolling us over and making me sit on his cock.
I rock back and forth. His length is still rock hard. He can cum inside me five or six times before it even begins to go soft. Then one small touch and it’s back to where we started. I know I’m going to be sore tomorrow, but I don’t care. I love feeling the echo of his girth with every step I take, knowing he loved me until I was too exhausted to beg for more.
Reaching between us, I run my finger through our joined passion and bring it to my lips. I hum around my digit, loving the flavor of him, the flavor of me.
“Give me some of that,” Trace says, thrusting into my pussy while gripping my hips. He puts me on top, but he still does all the work.
I do what he says, repeating the motion, but this time offering it to him. He licks my finger and then sucks it into his mouth, and I feel him cum inside me again. He’s always quick to cum when he tastes my orgasm, and I can’t think of a better turn on.