Wicked Valentine(3)

“Oh—” She had to bite her lip to keep from groaning louder. “Yesss.” Shudders racked her body with each dart of his tongue over her quivering cunt.

Widening her stance, she continued to watch. He spread her pussy lips with one hand, shoved his face into her heated core, and licked her as if she was the only water source in the area and he was dying of thirst.

“God! Max,” she mewled his name, the whimper both a plea and praise.

Holding his hair tightly in her grip, she dipped a hand to the core of where his tongue lavished her with pleasure. He licked her fingers and her pussy. He twirled his wicked tongue around her tight little nerve bundle with such intense and fast swipes that her legs started to shake. She moved her wet hand from between her legs and lifted it up to one breast, tweaking and squeezing at her nipple, adding pressure to the already mounting tension inside her.

Her thighs shook, making it hard for her to keep balance, but he just held her open and continued to feast on her. Each lick and suck added to the consuming fire taking over her body. She pinched her nipple harder, rocked her hips on his lips, and moaned. His entire face rubbed her engorged clit. Then he sucked on her. Once, twice, and on the third time, he did it harder.

“Oh, god!” She choked, and her body convulsed as she tried to hold back the scream that rushed up to her lips.

Pure ecstasy flowed through her. She gasped, her lungs desperate to take in air at the same time aftershocks rocked her core. Her pussy ached with unfulfilled need. She pulled on his hair. The bold move grabbed his attention enough to get him on his feet.

Moonlight and campfire light were their only illumination, giving their nighttime escapade a darkened appeal. His usually bright blue eyes had turned into magnetic pools of passion.

“Fuck me, Max.”

He shoved a hand in his back pocket, pulled out a condom, and stared at her for a moment. “Are you sure this is what you want?” His voice held a note of something she couldn’t decipher, something she wouldn’t try to figure out in her present aroused state.

She grasped the foil packet from his hand and tore at the material. Their gazes never wavered from each other while she tugged down his jeans and encased his hard cock with the thin latex.

“Fuck…me…Max.” She punctuated with a stroke to make him see how much she meant it.

When he kissed her this time, she tasted her body’s essence on his lips. The musky flavor of her own arousal heated her to the core again.

He squeezed her breasts, molding and pinching her nipples with his large, calloused hands. The long bar of his cock rubbed between her slick lips.

She whimpered and hoped he’d hurry up already. Instead, though, he stepped back and turned her to face the giant tree.

He pushed her long hair over her shoulder and licked the back of her neck. “Bend over for me, gorgeous.”

She did as he asked. With her legs wide open, she bent at her waist, leaned forward, and held on to the tree. Her breath caught in her throat when he kissed his way down her spine, to the curve of her ass, and between her cheeks, his tongue circling around her anal entrance.

“Max—” She gasped. The tightening in her stomach returned.

She glanced over her shoulder, to catch him stroking his rubber-covered shaft with his hand. He slid down her ass, stroked her hole with the head of his cock, and continued down until he reached her entrance.

In one smooth glide, he slid into her. Balls deep. The quick thrust made her gasp while her vaginal muscles stretched taut to accommodate his thick length. Her head dropped forward, and her arms shifted most of her weight to the tree trunk.

“Fuck! Baby, you are so tight and wet.” He groaned, pulled back, and slammed her once again. “You feel so good.”

“Oh god, yes.” She licked at her dry lips and moaned. “Fuck me harder.”

He gripped her hips, propelled back, until his cock was almost completely out of her, and drove in deep. Each thrust turned into a harsh pummeling move that sparked nerve endings in her pussy. He lit fires with each fluid stroke, over and over until she was moaning, begging him to make her come. She dug her nails into the coarse tree.

“Max, please… I need…” She moaned.

“I know what you need, baby.” He leaned over her, one hand leveraging his body weight on the tree. His cock, still gliding in and out of her fluttering cunt, slowly caressed her insides with his slick, wet hardness.

He panted by her ear, his other hand still gripping her ass while he fucked her harder.

“You need me to make you come, don’t you, baby?”

She moaned.

“Tell me, Sabrina.”

“Yes! Please make me come, Max.”