Page 15 of Surge of Heat

He stops touching me, pulling his hands away, and then slips my underwear off. I wonder if I should flip around, if I should do something, when he spreads my legs, and I feel him sliding between them. I only have a minute to wonder what the fuck is going on when he grabs my hips and pulls me on top of his face.

I start to sit up, unsure what to do with myself when his tongue slips into my pussy, and a string of curses falls from my lips. He holds me down on top of him, his hands tight on my thighs as he eats me out like a man starved for pussy. Pleasure shoots through me like electricity, making it hard to breathe, hard to do anything. His mouth feels like heaven, like hell, like something so incredibly good it must be bad.

Sitting up fully, I begin to ride his face, and the man absolutely chows down on me, licking and sucking like he’s lost his mind. And he knows just where to touch, how to touch, when to touch, to build up my orgasm, and then make me wait. I feel like I’m losing my fucking mind when he finds my clit again and goes to town.

My legs spread wider and wider. I grab his hair and work myself against him. Within seconds, I’m screaming his name, my orgasm hitting me like a bat. He takes me over the edge but keeps me there, as I ride myself on his perfect mouth. I have a second to breathe, when it seems to be over, and he startssucking again, and I come crashing over that edge again, riding him like a fucking horse.

When I’m done, I slide to the side of him, breathing hard. Looking at Aydan, he looks like a man who's just won a medal. His blond hair is a mess, but his blue eyes are filled with desire.

After wiping off his face with the blankets, he turns to me and starts to kiss his way down my neck, sucking at random. I don’t know if he’s trying to cover up the marks from Evander, or avoid them, but he’s careful in the way he kisses me. Not that I seem to be able to focus on that right now. Heat thunders through my blood as he unclasps my bra. His hand finds my pussy and starts to play with the sensitive space lightly as his mouth finds my breasts and starts to lavish them with attention.

Unable to help myself, I tug down his boxers and let his cock spring free. I grab a hold of it and find it dripping.

“Did you come?” I whisper.

“When you came,” he admits casually against my breast. “I couldn’t help myself. But don’t worry, I’m not done.”

His mouth closes around my nipple, and I gasp, my body lifting. Desire pours through me, and I run my hand up and down his cum-covered cock, and then take my wet hand and run it down my belly. He smells… oh so good. And I fucking want to smell like him.

“Damn it, Sam,” he groans. “Is that my cum?”

“I want to smell like you,” I admit to him.

“That’s fucking hot,” he says, and his cock jerks.

My hand goes back to him, and I slide my hand up and down his massive length, enjoying him. I’ve been with men before, but I have no idea what Evander and Aydan have been drinking to make their dicks so big, because I’ve never handled anything even close to their size before them.

“You’re so big,” I moan.

“Yeah?” he asks, grabbing my breasts roughly. “You like a big dick?”

“I love a big dick,” I whisper as his fingers slide over my clit.

He grabs a hold of me and drags me into the middle of the bed, then climbs on top of me. My legs have to spread to fit his huge frame, but then he’s on top of me, his cock pressing against my core.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” he says, biting my ear lightly.

“Me too,” I whisper, digging my hand into his hair.

“I’m going to fucking fill you with my cum. Every fucking inch of you. I’m going to leave you so satisfied that you’re never even going to be able to think about another man.” And I kind of believe him.

He pushes that huge cock of his slowly inside me, stopping every time my body seems to protest. I’m slick, absolutely drenched with desire, but it’s still not enough to handle something of his length and girth. My legs wrap around his back, and my nails dig into his skin deeper and deeper, but he doesn’t seem to care. He keeps going until he reaches his hilt, and then we’re both panting.

“You like that?”

I nod.

“I want to hear you say it.”

“I like that,” I whisper.

“How about this?” he asks, pulling out and then slamming back in.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!”

“And this?” he groans, pounding into me over and over again.

“Yes! God, yes!”

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