Page 7 of Wet and Welder

“You mean to tell me all I had to do was eat this pretty pussy for you to finally give me a break?”

“Don’t stop or talk. More eating,” I tease, grabbing his head and bringing it back to my center. “We’re less likely to fight if you can’t speak.”

He growls into my core, which makes me laugh, then immediately gasp. His mouth suctioning and pulling at me as he sucks me hard. Fire burns through my veins, and I arch my back against the wall, freezing as my orgasm rips through me. It reaches new heights when he slowly works a finger deep inside me.

“Oh, my gah-” I lose all good sense and pull his head harder against my clit as I shake with the longest orgasm of my life, his finger plunging in and out in perfect rhythm to draw out my pleasure.

Twinkling lights blur my vision as I try my hardest to open my eyes and look at him. Mic is rock hard and stroking himself with his free hand as I shamelessly work myself against his mouth. Slowly, I come down, and reality starts to flutter in. I should be embarrassed that I got so carried away, pulling his head harder against me. Finally, I release him, but before I have time to second-guess anything, he literally sweeps me off my feet. An action I’m so grateful for as my limbs feel so heavy, I fear I would have fallen to the floor.

Mic takes me to the bed, where I catch my breath, his large form standing at the side watching, as if he’s proud of his work. Making me come and fall apart. He flashes me a cocky grin as he wipes remnants of me off his face with the back of his hand, then licks his lips. It’s as if he’s savoring the last of me still lingering.

When my breathing evens out, I roll to lay across the bed and look up at him under his waving erection.

“May I?” I ask, and he nods, biting his lip in anticipation.

Still on my back, I take his hard length in my hand and stroke it a few times, listening to his sounds of pleasure. Then I bring him to my mouth and lick him from base to tip.

His mouth falls open, and I swirl my tongue on his crown, loving the deep growl I’m rewarded with. Minutes go by as I tease him until I finally take him inside my mouth. Wasting no time, I take him down my throat, reaching back to his glorious ass and pulling him inside me deeper. The giant man doubles over, sliding beside me with unintelligible words until he takes my pussy again. He eats me as he fucks my mouth, and the pleasure is unearthly. If this is what the land of bliss and orgasms feels like, and I never want to leave. We both work our mouths, pulling each other to the cliff of relief but not letting the other off. His lips smack as he pops off my clit, and I choke on him over and over, not caring about the mess around my face or how I might sound.

Deep inside, I trust this stranger. Good sex is supposed to be messy. I’ve just never experienced it like this until now, and I’m loving every second. My desire is back in full force after my first orgasm, and I’m edging that cliff, wanting to jump but also loving that he won’t let me.

I pull off of him, but he won’t release my waist. He holds me down as I scream, my hips barricaded under his thick arms. It’s pure torture and ecstasy at the same time.

Minutes later, he moves off of me and circles the bed to stand between my legs, watching my glistening center as I heave for breath. My hips, unable to still, move for him in anticipation of more.

“May I?” He asks again with his wet cock in hand as he waits for permission.

“Yes, please,” I whisper.

“I don’t have a condom.”

It takes me a moment to register his words as I heave, almost breathless with need.

“I know it’s hard to believe, but I’ve been tested, clean, and I always wear a condom.”

Looking into his eyes, I see his sincerity. Mic might be many things, but he’s not a liar. He wouldn’t dare.

With my decision made, I nod and eagerly curl my finger, motioning him to come up and cover my body.

“I’m on birth control, clean, and I also haven't been with anyone without a condom. Come be the first.”

Mic crawls up slowly, kissing and licking me from my toes, up my legs and belly, and finally takes my nipple into his mouth. My back arches in offering.

Then he moves up again, taking my lips as he slowly and easily slips inside me. His big cock stretching me and taking my breath away. Mic’s abdomen grinds against my clit as he enters me so hard we rock the bed, and all I can do is beg for more.

“Please, Mic. Harder.”

“As you wish,” he says, unleashing the animal.

His heavy thighs slap against mine as he pummels into me again and again, holding nothing back at this point. I’m screaming so loud the whole town must hear me, but I don’t care. I completely let go. Suddenly, I’m not the woman on a mission or the boss of a crew of men who barely respect me. I’m a goddess being worshiped.

Mic impales me, and my body shudders with each deep thrust. His cock is hard and so deep inside me, making me feel feminine and beautiful, and most importantly, I know I’m the one in charge here. If I told him to stop, he would but I don’t, instead I beg for more.

His large body is so much bigger than mine, and he’s so much stronger that I’m forced to give everything to him. To let him take control, and I’m surprised by the relief I feel. He gives me pleasure without any expectations. His power feels both intense and safe, because somehow, I know he would never let anything bad happen to me. Mic wants me. Takes pleasure in my pleasure. We’re two people just passing by, and here, in this moment, we exist to give each other pleasure.

My knees are up to my elbows as he thrusts hard, hitting my clit in a delicious rhythm.

“I’m there. Fuck. Come with me, Mic. Now,” I demand, and we both detonate like a rocket. His back straightens as he pours into me. My own orgasm hits me stronger than the last, and I shake as my back arches from the mattress. A few beats go by, and we both melt into each other, and he falls to the side, pressing my body to his side.

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