“We are just getting started, buttercup.”
six
Russell
“We are just getting started, buttercup.” I lift the both of us off the couch and carry Emily down the hall to my bedroom. Gently, I lie her down on the bed. She’s naked from the waist up, her hair fanned out over the blanket. The fabric of her short sodden from her orgasm. She looks so damn sexy. I reach behind my head and pull off my shirt, tossing it aside. Emily’s eyes roam over my bare chest. Her hungered stares feel hot against my skin. I work my sweatpants down, letting my cock spring free.
“Oh, wow,” she breathes, her gaze focused on my cock. He’s hard as steel and dying to get inside her wet heaven.
“You like what you see, buttercup?” her face flushes and her eyes flick back up to mine. I can’t miss the small nod and sly grin. Yeah, she likes what she sees.
“Um, just so you know, I have only been with one other guy and he was nowhere near as big as you.” The jealous part of me wants to hunt down the guy who touched my woman and rip his head off. He let the most incredible woman slip through his fingers. To me, that is a far worse punishment. I might not be her first, but I will be her last.
“I’ll go slow. If at any point you want to stop. Tell me to stop and we stop immediately, okay?”
“Okay.” She nods her head.
“But first I want a taste of that sweet little pussy of yours.” I lick my lips, remembering the sweet smell of her arousal as she rode my hand. I reach for the waistband of her sleep shorts and pull them down her legs and tossing them to the pile of our clothes on the floor. My hands move up her thighs, easing them open. A deep growl escapes my throat as I expose her slick pink folds. Her tight hole winks at me.
“Look at that pretty pussy. So wet and horny for me.”
I kneel before Emily, ready to worship at her altar. I push her legs to her chest and lick from her tight hole to her clit. She tastes so damn good. Sweet and tangy. I love the sounds she makes as I suck on her clit.
“Your mouth feels so good.” Her moans spur me on. Rubbing my face through her sticky folds, wanting her sweet scent all over me. I reach my hand between her thighs and push two fingers inside her greedy hole. She cries out as I start to pump my thick digits in and out while I suck her clit.
“OH! Russ, I’m gonna come.”
She clamps down around my fingers, her body shuddering as she comes. I pull my fingers from her pussy, replacing them with my tongue. Devouring all her sweet sticky honey.
I push myself up and crawl over her. Emily’s eyes are drunk with lust as she looks up at me. “Your mouth is heaven.” Her hand reaches up and her fingers trace my lips. I open my mouth and nip her finger tip.
“If you like my mouth, just wait until I get my cock inside you,” I growl, pushing the tip of my cock against her slick hole. She stretches around the thick tip, gripping me like a vise as I feed her another inch. I grit my teeth as I sink deeper until I bottom out in her heat.
“I can’t believe you fit that monster inside me.” She’s staring down at where our bodies come together. It’s so hot. Our most intimate parts coming together, claiming each other. Emily is mine, and she owns me body and soul.
“That’s because we’re made for each other.” I bend my head and kiss her hard as I move in and out of her. She feels so fucking good. Tight and wet.
“Harder,” she whimpers into our kiss.
“As you wish,” I whisper back. I pull out, then slam back inside her. Her eyes roll back, and tits bounce as I hammer into her tight hole.
“Yes, just like that! Don’t stop.” Her nail bite into my back as I fuck her hard.
“Take it buttercup, come all over this cock.”
She bucks wildly, meeting me thrust for thrust, chasing her pleasure. Her walls flutter and tighten around my thick shaft. The sound of our bodies coming together fills the room. Her head rolls back, and she screams my name as she comes. Her walls pulse around me, taking me over the edge with her, coming deep inside her.
I bury my face against her neck, breathing hard. We stay like that for a while, holding each other as we recover. I pull back and look at Emily. She smiles up at me. “That was amazing,” she says, still out of breath.
“It was fucking fantastic.” I lean in and kiss her. I feel like I could fly. This is the best night of damn life.
“Can we do that again?” she giggles.
“Give me a minute and I’m all yours, Buttercup.” We spend the rest of the night making love.
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Emily