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Thirst For More (Thursdays).

Yum, yum
no blueberry;
after a couple of days away,
a few licks and
the feeling of a popped cherry;
we use chairs and
other household accessories as well
with the goal of uncaging
a singing Canary;
or Hummingbird
because the explosion
got her fluttering;
breathless and
muted notes,
got
the sweet taste of honey
coating the tongue,
going smoothly down my throat;
Yo…
please put on a show,
let me spark up the evo,
3D, you holding your legs by your knees;
reaching out for my extension,
that feeling tension
making it hard for you
to breathe;
take these,
150 strokes,
push, then breathe
put it all on repeat…
it ain’t like you’re going to
insist that I leave.

And here you come.

Again.

Written by Lawrence Peoples a.k.a. People’s G. Riot ©


He Said, She Said

Sweetheart…

Hey baby. I thought of you this morning. I stretched out my legs and remembered the last time you were between ‘em. I miss you.

Really baby? Was just thinking about you too. It‘s been a while since we had time to enjoy each other. Miss the taste of you.

Do you remember? I remember your lips. I can almost feel them on mine now. Your tongue probing entry, wanting to explore my mouth.

Oh, I remember. The way you playfully resist at first and then moan as my tongue meets yours, pulling you closer the deeper we kiss, my hands trailing along your spine…

….as my fingertips trail your arms, your shoulders, your back. You know how much I love that back. I just got that feeling baby.

I love the feel of your nails grazing my skin. What feeling baby? The one you get when I kiss you along your neck and bite you? Or when I grab your ass to lift you to my mouth?

Yes. That one. When you grab my ass and lift me up and bring me closer to you. And the agonizing anticipation of having your mouth there, without touching me, yet teasing. God.

I love making you feel that way baby. And when your eyes get heavy, when that feeling hits you, knowing you‘re wet and ready for me.

But yet you make me wait. You’ll kiss me everywhere but there. I want you in my mouth now. I want to slide my hands over your chest and down over that cock I love so much. You know I love it don’t you? You know I can never get enough….

Yes. I know. And I know how much I miss those lips wrapped around my cock too. The way you slowly take me in and moan while I fill your mouth. It takes everything I have not to make a mess in your mouth. I swear you torture me for making you wait.

Why do you make me wait? Come here. I want you now. I want all of that weight inside me. I want to feel the length of your hardness deep inside me

I can’t wait to penetrate you slowly, to savour your moans before shoving every inch of me into you, to feel the softness of your legs beneath me, angling you just right so I can hit your spot repeatedly.

Can you stroke it? Thrust this pussy deep inside and fuck it fast? I want all of you inside. I wanna cry out in passion and anticipation while I writhe my softness against your hardness to get mine….

….wrap those legs tight and hold on baby, I wanna make your eyes roll back with every stroke, make sure your need is satisfied, leaving your softness swollen and tender….

Oh baby. How much longer?

~ Co-written with Mark “Tearless Poet” Dews.

I’m on my way…

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It’s Your Birthday

Happy birthday.

I know it’s your day but I want to unwrap you. I want to peel away every item that’s keeping me from…

….that skin. That milk chocolate that melts in my mouth. Sweet. Delicious.

I want to intertwine my fingers with yours and look into your eyes and let you know when…

…I’m ready. That mouth that speaks nothing but sweetness, talking about “princess” and “baby” but you know I ain’t nobody’s princess. Take me from this kingdom though….

….take me anywhere.

It’s your birthday. Feel free to take me anywhere. Take this love I give you, do with it as you please.

I’ll make you remember today, make you wish every day was your birthday. I’ll blow at your ear the way I do and lick your navel like you like me to. Heh. You got me rhyming.

Lets celebrate. Let me unwrap you. And then…

…you can unwrap me too.

Happy birthday Michael.

Five years. We met for the first time right after your birthday; I wanting to make up for lost time, you wanting to stop time. Nothing’s changed since then aside from stronger feelings and happier hearts. And you? You make this heart smile. From the moment you pulled at my coat collar to kiss me, lips quivering in anticipation, hearts pounding, you had me.

I want to celebrate. Unwrap me now…

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Grayson

It’s a good day today. Esperanza let my hair hang loose. And I’m wearing a dress. We’re meeting Master Damian outside in the terrace for brunch today. I have to address him as Master Damian. Esperanza warned me. He can be mean if I don’t. And I know what happens when he’s mean.

Esperanza makes me feel better. Especially when she bathes me. She spoils me here. I enjoy the way she kisses me when I’m crying and she’s trying to soothe me. I especially enjoy it when she kisses me and Master Damian watches. I know he feels bad most times.

Someone is coming to meet me today. Usually it’s just the three of us but Master said this person is very influential and I should be extra sweet and submissive. So I took some extra medication. Esperanza let me lick it off her stomach. She’s so sexy.

I’m not wearing any panties under this dress. Imagine Master’s surprise when he reaches in between my legs. Esperanza applied special cream too. She said I need to be delicious. I’m so excited.

I got a glimpse of myself in the mirror today. The bruise above my eye is healing nicely. And the marks have almost disappeared from my breasts. My lips are chapped but that’s only because Damian likes to rough me up. Esperanza put some lipgloss on me.

I have to sit still at the table. Esperanza keeps scolding me. She makes me feel like a little girl. But how can I behave when I know we’re expecting a guest? I haven’t talked to anyone besides Esperanza in….weeks, I think. Master doesn’t really talk to me. He just gives me orders.

He just walked in. He’s wearing casual pants and a white tshirt. He’s so sexy. I can’t wait to have him in my mouth.

“Come here,” he directs this statement at me. I stand up and he twirls me around and plants a big, wet kiss on my lips. I try to inch my tongue into his mouth but he pushes me away and tells me to behave. He didn’t feel under my dress and I’m disappointed.

Esperanza gets up and he kisses her lovingly. I think they’re in love. But sometimes he loves me too.

He pushes Esperanza against the table and rips her blouse open to expose her bare breasts. He likes when we’re naked and ready for him. We rarely wear underclothes. Esperanza wraps her legs around his waist as he removes his belt. He always makes me watch, even when I try looking away.

There was one time Damian had his bodyguard hold my head down so he could shove his dick in my mouth after he fucked her. I told him I didn’t want to and I cried and struggled but eventually the drugs they gave me made me feel better; like how I’m feeling now. The drugs make me nice and I forget why I’m angry or sad.

He’s fucking her. She’s watching me. I know she wants to kiss me but I can’t do anything until Master says so. I feel the wetness and I wish I was her. I’ll get my chance soon enough. I just have to wait patiently and stop squirming or else things will go bad…

“Savannah,” he calls and motions for me. Esperanza sits up on the table and grabs my face and kisses me, passionately and deeply. I hear Master Damian’s moans and I know what’s coming up.

“Bend over,” he instructs me, just as I cock my ass up to him. Esperanza is standing beside me, her fingers gently playing with my hair. I know she’s close by just in case things get ugly. We both know how Damian loses control. I feel Damian in between my legs and I ready myself for the mixed pain and pleasure. Esperanza moans. I like when she moans. And I especially like it when Damian moans. Sometimes I wish it were just me and him, especially when he fucks her and makes me watch. But today I get to join in the fun and hopefully he’ll let me come.

He fills my pussy up suddenly without any notice or warning. I love how deep he gets and how filled with his cock my pussy gets. He makes me feel filthy. Today I like it. Most times I remember Michael and get sad.

He pushes into me again, taking me back to the present. Damian reaches around me and places one hand around my neck and fondles my breast with his other hand. I hear Esperanza moan and I can’t help but moan with her. Damian is nearing his satisfaction so he pounds into me deeper, faster. I arch my back to take him fully and prepare for the waves of bliss my body craves.

I feel my insides tighten and clench and I make sure to squeeze my muscles around his dick. I want him to want me the way he wants Esperanza…

Damian is fucking me fully now. He’s in full control and I feel my orgasm building. I want this release desperately. I want to come all over him – if only he’d let me…

Damian stills for a second, spilling into me. I try to move against him, furthering my pleasure but he smacks my behind. Hard. I look back over my shoulder and watch him, his eyes flickering in the sunlight. I hold his gaze and smile, noticing a hint of softness in his eyes; perhaps my thoughts are cloudy because of the drugs. I haven’t known Damian’s gentleness since that first night.

Damian straightens himself up and Esperanza is at his side immediately. She holds my hand and helps me up and fluffs my hair. She kisses my mouth softly and says in her quiet and slightly accented voice, “I will take care of you later.”

“No need mi corazon,” Damian announces. “I have plans for Savannah later.”

Looks are exchanged between the two and I can’t help the pang of jealousy I feel. I miss what’s mine.

“Sit,” Damian instructs. “Eat.”

I sit at my designated seat in between Damian and Esperanza and reach for my orange juice. The maid comes around with some fresh fruit and croissants.

I sip my juice slowly, not really having much of an appetite lately. My thoughts wander to the first night I met Damian. I don’t regret what we did but….

I have so many questions. And whenever I’ve tried to ask them, things always get ugly.

I dismiss my thoughts so no one notices my change in mood. There’s a shadow by the entrance and I look up to lock eyes with the most amazing green eyes I’ve ever seen. I can’t help but stare.

Damian stands to greet him and the man doesn’t take his eyes away from mine. Damian looks over at me and frowns. I lower my gaze and glance at Esperanza who smiles a knowing smile.

“He’s yours, mamasita. You will enjoy today,” she whispers. I don’t know what she means but I smile at her.

Damian and the new man exchange some words and they both walk over to the table. Damian introduces him to me as Grayson.

Grayson is taller than Damian and his skin is creamy and sun-kissed. His white polo is snug around his arms and chest and he is absolutely breath-taking at this precise moment. His hair is light brown and falls slightly over his forehead. He’s older. I can tell by the way his eyes crinkle when he smiles at me.

I am immediately smitten.

And something tells me Master will be upset…

(This is where it all began.)


Baby, It’s Cold Outside, Part 2

*Read “Baby, It’s Cold Outside, Part 1″ here*

Logan flirted wildly as they dined together.  She felt so comfortable around him.  She discovered that Tyler was a country boy who had moved to the next town over a few years ago on a job promotion.  He was also polite, charming and very attentive, intently watching her lips move when she spoke.  She was having such a good time that she actually felt a tinge of disappointment when he asked to use the phone to call his family.

When he excused himself and went into the living room to use the phone, she started clearing the table to make room for dessert, hoping he had time to have a slice of her pie.  She was really enjoying his company.  As she moved about the kitchen she found herself thinking about his mouth and imagining how soft those lips would feel on hers.  She wondered how his hands, which she had closely examined each time he lifted his fork to his lips, would feel as they gripped her behind. “Oh Logan, you’ve had too much to drink,” she whispered.

“Excuse me? Did you say something?” She turned toward the sound of his voice and was slightly taken aback by how close he was to her.

“Oh, it was nothing,” she said quietly, admiring his gorgeous eyes once more.

“So?  Did you get through to your family?”

“I sure did.  It seems the roads are closed all the way around town.  I’ll have to make my way over to the nearest motel and wait ‘til the plows clean up the snow in the morning so I can get my truck towed.”

He glanced out her window at the snowflakes swirling violently through the air. “It’s real cold outside.”

She fought the feeling to ask him to stay over.  She didn’t want him to get the wrong idea.  Still, he could easily sleep on the couch; but the way he was looking at her…

“Well, there’s no rush then, right?  How about we have another drink and you can taste some of my apple pie before you trek back out there to face the storm?” she said sweetly.

“I’d like that, Logan,” he smiled and then lifted his hand to touch her cheek.

“Good.” She leaned into his hand, letting him cup her face.

“You’ve been quite the hostess. Thank you very much for welcoming me into your home and feeding me.”  He ran his finger along her bottom lip.

“You’re a beautiful woman and it’s taken every ounce of my control not to grab you and do some very dirty things to you.”  Dear God.  Logan felt her pulse quicken.

“What if I want you to lose control?” she whispered.  “What if I were to tell you I’d like to know just what kind of things you’re talking about?”  He stepped towards her and pinned her body against the kitchen counter.

“It starts with your mouth. I’ve been imagining what your mouth tastes like and how it would feel against my skin. I want to feel your tongue on my neck, down on my chest.”

He grabbed the back of her head with one hand, startling and exciting her at the same time, and with the other, he reached down below her waist and cupped her bottom.

“I’ve imagined my hands on your body, caressing your breasts, your back and this fine ass here.” His hands slid down to her thighs, gripping them firmly. Then Logan was off her feet, her legs wrapped around his waist, her arms encircling his neck, and her lips only inches from his.

He carried her into the living room.  “I envisioned carrying you to your living room floor and removing every last bit of clothing from your body.  I want to see your skin glowing in the firelight.  I want to see your beautiful brown eyes shine in the darkness of the room.”

Logan pressed her body into his and inhaled his scent, feeling heady at all the feelings being reawakened inside her.  He lay her gently down on the rug in front of the fire and resting his chest against hers, Tyler studied her face, passion and lust evident in his eyes.

“Logan, are you sure you want me here?  Are you certain you want this?”  She swallowed hard.

“Yes Tyler.  I’m positive.”  He kissed her, his soft, full mouth pressing against hers.  She wanted desperately to feel all of him.  She parted her lips and he took the invitation, sliding his tongue slowly into her mouth, as he kissed her deeply.  Logan could feel the length of his growing shaft in between her legs.  She hadn’t felt the hardness of a man in a long while. She wanted more.

Logan parted her legs, inviting him in.

“Tyler”, she spoke breathlessly.  “I want to feel you inside me.”

Tyler began to unbutton her blouse revealing the soft pink of her lace bra. She arched her back as he kissed the newly exposed skin.  He turned her over onto her belly, unzipped her skirt and slowly slid it over her full hips. She heard him take in a sharp breath of air when he noticed she wasn’t wearing any panties.  His tongue followed his hands down her back to her buttocks, where he bit her gently. Logan groaned loudly and turned around to face him.  She sat up, her hands working feverishly to remove his shirt.  As she slid his dress shirt off his shoulders, he unbuckled his belt. She quickly unzipped his pants, revealing the prominent bulge in his boxer briefs.  She watched him watch her as she eased his rigid cock out of his underpants with both hands.  Tyler parted Logan’s legs and slid his length deep inside her.  Logan closed her eyes and cried out, surges of pain and pleasure running through her body. She coiled her arms around his back, pressing him further into her.  She opened her eyes to gaze into his, and saw the intense pleasure she was feeling reflected in his eyes.  She rocked her body in time with his and wrapped her legs around his waist, driving his cock deeper inside her.

“Oh Logan baby, you feel so sweet, so good,” he moaned between ragged, shallow breaths.  He bent his head to kiss her again as he began moving faster inside her.  Logan bucked harder beneath him, thrusting her body up to meet his demands.

“Tyler,” she whispered. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”  She was getting close and she sensed that Tyler was too.

“Oh baby girl,” he growled into her ear, his whole body tensing as he continued to pound himself into her.

“Oh God.  Don’t stop, Tyler.  Don’t stop,” she shrieked as her orgasm tore through her, tremors exploding through her body and down into her legs.

Minutes later they lay in each other’s arms in front of the fireplace, both their bodies glistening with sweat. Tyler looked up at the grandfather clock next to the fireplace as it struck midnight, and then turned to gaze into Logan’s eyes.

“Merry Christmas, Logan. Thank you for one of the best Christmases I’ve had in a long time.”

“And to think we wouldn’t have met if your truck hadn’t broken down on my street.” Logan kissed his lips softly. “Merry Christmas to you, Tyler.”


Baby, It’s Cold Outside, Part 1

Logan curled her legs up under her butt and pulled the blanket over her body, glad she’d turned on the fireplace. It was nasty out; the wind was blowing the sleet and snow against her living room window. Oh, Santa’s going to have a tough time out there tonight!

She smiled when she realized that she was actually happy that her flight back home was canceled. She’d secretly wanted to spend Christmas alone this year, especially since her bitter breakup with that asshole. She pushed the thought away. “It’s about me tonight”, she said aloud. She was going to have a great Christmas without him. After all she had an absurdly over-sized roast in the oven and the apple pie she’d prepared from scratch was ready for baking. She reached for her snifter, took a sip of the generous amount of dark liquor she’d poured herself, and instantly felt the burn run through her. Logan closed her eyes and rested her head back on the couch, savouring the moment.

The high winds of the storm outside rattled the glass in the window, and Logan got up to look outside, just in time to see a pair of headlights slowly snaking down her street. She watched intently as the large vehicle slowed down and came to a halt. Oh dear. Someone’s stuck. She waited to see if there was any movement from the truck. A few seconds passed and its headlights went off as the driver’s side door opened. Her inquisitiveness took over and she continued to watch as a figure stepped out of the vehicle.

It was a man, a very tall man. He struggled to shut the door of the truck as the harsh winds of the blizzard blustered around him, while trying unsuccessfully to keep the scarf around his neck. She couldn’t make out his face, but her eyes stayed on him as he began walking up the street.

“I hope he gets to his destination safely,” she said to herself as she turned away from the window and headed into the kitchen.

The wind howled again, louder and this time the whole house seemed to shake. Her mind immediately went back to the man stranded outside in the cold. She removed her roast from the oven and just as she was replacing it with her apple pie, she heard a knock at her door.

When she answered the door, cracking it ever so slightly in an effort to keep the cold out, the force of the wind pushed it wide open, bringing a blast of cold air with it. Instinctively, she crossed her arms over her chest, her hands rubbing her arms, as she looked up into the face of the man she’d been watching through her window just moments before.

“Good evening ma’am. I’m terribly sorry to bother you on Christmas Eve but I’ve run into some trouble.”

He spoke with a slight drawl and she could have sworn she saw the corners of his full lips turn up slightly as he spoke. His complexion was dark, more than a few shades darker than her own caramel skin tones, and his eyes were light, almost hazel. In a word he was handsome, incredibly so. He was clad in a long black overcoat and a toque, with the scarf that she had seen him struggling with earlier still hanging loosely around his neck. She stood there dumbstruck and motionless for a few seconds before realizing that she was staring.

He looked down at his feet shyly. “I’m sorry. I don’t want to scare you or nothin’. I’m s’posed to meet some family about 30 miles from here but my truck didn’t make it and my cell is outta juice.”

“Well…uhhmm…come in,” she stammered, moving aside to make space for him in her tiny front hall. “It’s bitterly cold out there. I’ll let you use my phone.”

His arm brushed against hers as he tried to squeeze inside, and she felt her face flush. She closed the door and leaned her back against it, admiring the view of his back. Wow.

He turned to look at her and she felt a warmth exuding from him. His eyes trailed down her body to her ample hips and then back up to her face. He lingered at her mouth and again she noticed the beginnings of a smirk.

“I’m Logan,” she said, offering him her hand.

He removed his toque. “Pleasure to meet you ma’am. Name’s Tyler. Tyler Smith.” He took her hand in his and lifted it to his lips, his eyes meeting hers before he bowed his head to kiss it. Again, that warmth.

“It smells delicious in here,” he said, without releasing her hand.

“Well I just took my roast out of the oven, and put my apple pie in,” she replied, smiling.

He smiled back at her broadly, revealing a perfect set of pearly white teeth.

As she took in his smile, Logan felt a sense of peace and…something else she couldn’t put her finger on. Here she was standing in front of a beautiful stranger, who spoke with a drawl and had all the charm of a southern gentleman. The fireplace was casting a warm glow in the room, the wonderful scent of herbs and spices were wafting throughout the house and it was Christmas Eve. Maybe this will be a merry Christmas after all. She caught herself staring at him again and quickly said, “I’ll get my phone so you can call your family. Would you like to sit for a while and have a drink?” The words had escaped her lips before she’d even thought about asking them.

“That’s quite hospitable of you ma’am, but I don’t want to impose. So, I’ll just take that drink, make my call and then just wait for the tow truck in my car.”

Logan laughed. “Have you seen it out there? It’s freezing outside. I can’t let you wait in your car. You can wait as long as you have to in here, where it’s warm. In fact why don’t you stay and have dinner with me? My roast is more than big enough for two.” Damn. Did I really just ask this man to stay for dinner?

Tyler looked at her, as if trying to assess if she really meant what she had just said. “Well, Logan,” he spoke slowly, as he carefully removed his coat, “You’re in luck because where I come from they say you should never let a pretty lady have dinner alone…especially not on Christmas Eve.”

Logan grinned at him and took his coat. He followed her into the living room where she poured him some cognac. “There you go. Something to make you warm,” she said, handing him the glass. When he took the glass from her, his long fingers grazed hers, sending a shiver of yearning through her entire body.

“You know what, Logan? As delightful as I know this cognac is going to be, I don’t need it for warmth. The cold left my body the minute I saw your pretty face.”

Thank you, Santa! Logan smiled mischievously, as she picked up her glass and raised it to his. “Well then, here’s to an enjoyable evening with a new-found friend.”

To be continued…


Come Inside

“Let me come inside, I’ll keep you satisfied tonight. If you want me, if you need me, turn down all the lights, I’ll make you feel alright, tonight…..come inside”.

 

 

I looked down at the time on my phone, realizing he’d be arriving in minutes. A slight throbbing in between my legs. I stood up. I sat back down. I didn’t want to seem eager. But that was an understatement. We’d talked about our first “meeting” for months. And finally, the day had arrived. I took a deep breath of the Austin air, trying to calm my anxieties.

A black Lexus rolled up and I knew in an instant it was him. He stepped out of his car and walked over to me, a slight smile on his perfect mouth. His eyes were warm, sensual. And his teeth were perfect. I swear I almost purred.

He wrapped his arms around me and hugged me tight. “It’s so nice to finally meet you in person”, he said in his low voice. I was tongue tied.

He threw my bag in the back of the car and opened the passenger door for me. I slid into the seat. Fuck him and his fucking southern charm. I knew I was going to be in trouble.

I had to look at him. I wanted to stare as he drove away from the airport. I glanced at his arms, his hands gripping the wheel. Damn. Many a night I’d pictured these same hands on my ass, my breasts, my back. I sighed.

He chuckled and looked over at me. “What is it?”, he asked. “I want to kiss you”, I replied. He smiled and said, “You want to kiss me? Of course you can kiss me”. I leaned over and kissed him passionately. Instantly he grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me in deeper. Oh yes. This connection was for real.

I pulled away and licked my lips. “You look like you need a drink”, he said. I nodded.

He took me to a quaint little Mexican restaurant where we sipped on margaritas. The alcohol removed any anxiety I had left in my gut and was making my body respond the way I wanted it to. My body needed attention. It was time to go.

On our way out of the restaurant, he picked a single pink rose out of a vase and handed it to me. I looked at him, pure lust in my eyes. He understood.

As we made our way down the freeway, I reached over and felt in between his legs. He adjusted his seating, allowing me more access. I unzipped his pants and put his full, hard dick in my mouth. His response was gratification for my soul.

I sucked him as hard as I could, wanting frantically to have him come in my mouth. He pulled away slightly, trying to concentrate on his driving. “You need to pull over somewhere”, I said, trailing kisses on his face, his ear, his neck. “I can’t wait any longer”.

He pulled into a parking deck and got out of the car. I wasn’t expecting what he did next.

He came around and pulled me out of the car. Within seconds, my pants were bunched around my ankles and he had me bent over, my head on the passenger seat, my ass cocked up to meet him. One hand was in my hair, the other on my ass. “You ready?”, he asked. “You ready for some of this dick baby girl?” My response was the moaning from deep in my throat.

In one swift movement, he dug into me, filling me with all his goodness. We groaned in unison, my body moving away from the pain yet wanting fulfillment. My God. “Isn’t this what you came for?”, he asked. “Isn’t this what you want? Take it. Take it all”.

I wanted him. I wanted him in every pore of my body. I wanted to inhale him, swallow him, take as much of him as I possibly could.

He pulled away and dropped to his knees. My mind reeled…..there was no way, he couldn’t do this here, he wouldn’t dare, no way, we were out in broad daylight, oh God, no……

I turned to look at him over my shoulder. He spread my legs open wider and settled his face in between my cheeks. Fuck. His tongue. I couldn’t control the sounds of passion from my mouth. His mouth sucked and licked and played with my clit until I couldn’t take him anymore. He rolled the tip of his tongue around my clit, painstakingly slow. I couldn’t bear this pleasure. If he continued a second longer, I was sure to come. I begged for him to stop. The more I moaned, the deeper his tongue probed. I felt the waves overcome me but I didn’t want to come this way. “Baby please”, I said. “You need to fuck me. I need you inside”.

He stood up again, his hard, shiny length just inches away from my pussy. I wanted so much to have him back in my mouth, to tease him and stroke him and have him down my throat.

“I’m going to fuck you the way I promised I would fuck you all these months”, he whispered, a serious tone in his voice.

“Fuck me then”, I replied breathlessly.

He took my hands together and placed them on my back, pressing my body further down in order to take him in. I gasped as he rammed into me, his body slamming against mine. I struggled to move my hands but he held on tight with one hand while he pushed my hair away from my face with the other. “Look at me”, he said. “I want to see your pretty face while I come”.

He moved slowly inside me, rhythmically with every thrust. “Push back”, he said. “Push that pussy back on me baby”.

He was hitting my spot just right. My pussy started its throbbing, the pulsing muscles indicating my intimate pleasure. I wanted to scream. I wanted to scream out his name and I wanted to scratch his back and grab his arms and take him all the way inside. But I couldn’t. I had no other choice but to take his pounding the way he was giving it. He had me under control. Fuck.

He closed his eyes in obvious pleasure and put his head up to the sky. “Look at me”, I said. “Watch me. I’m going to come”.

I licked my lips and pushed my ass back harder against him. His strokes got faster and deeper, harder and deeper, faster and harder.

“Baby”, I moaned, my eyes never leaving his. “Baby, feel it. Feel that pussy baby. It’s all yours”, I moaned.

“Fuck woman”, he moaned, “You’re driving me crazy”, he said. “Take it, take it all, take this dick ma”.

And then, right then, right there, in the bright light of day, in a parking deck somewhere off the freeway in Austin, I felt his warm, sweet liquid gush inside me.

And I smiled.


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