Page 38 of What He Wants

Before long Big John’s hands were on me, sliding around my waist to cup my ass. He took the mounds into his big palms and squeezed, pulling me sharply against him and grinding his hard cock into my belly. He was so long and big, throbbing strongly, and I remembered how he felt inside me. I reached down and rubbed my hand over him, relishing the deep groan that thundered up his chest and throat, calling myself all kinds of a fool for falling for his sensual attack again when I knew that it probably wouldn’t go in the direction that I wanted,neededit to go.

I reluctantly pulled my mouth from his. “Big John, we can’t, I can’t keep doing this. Just your kiss gets me so worked up…I-I need relief.”

He grunted, and picked me up. “Wrap your legs around me.”

I didn’t hesitate, too lost in a haze of arousal. Suddenly he was walking. I didn’t know where Big John was taking me and I didn’t care, as long as it ended in a mind-blowing orgasm.

“I need this as much as you do, babe.” He took us behind the curtain, took a quick glance around, and walked us over to a bare spot against the wall. He turned and leaned me up against it. “I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk without thinking of me.”

Oh, my! I liked the sound of that. I quivered wildly, accepting his rough kiss when his lips returned to mine. I wanted to devour him, and it appeared that Big John felt the same way, because he ground his mouth against mine, biting and sucking my bottom lip, soothing it with a sweep of his tongue. I buried my hands in his hair, scraping my nails over his scalp, continuing down his neck. Skin! I needed to touch his skin. I went to the hem of his tee and wiggled my hands beneath it to get to his warm, muscular flesh. He stiffened when I raked my nails over his chest and abs, but the groan that followed revealed his pleasure at the stinging pain.

“Condom. Back pocket,” he rasped against my mouth, his hands going to my breasts. While I dug for it he quickly and expertly undid both our jeans. He pulled mine and my undies down to my knees, while just opening his enough to pull out his cock. The heat of it against me was scorching, yet I couldn’t stop myself from arching forward, needing more.

“You better fuck me this time,” I demanded, getting a snort from Big John in response. He gripped his cock, teasing my opening with the head while I opened the condom with shaky hands. “This is your last chance with me.” It was a promise more than a threat.

“Baby, the only thing I’m going to blow this time is my load inside your sweet pussy.”

Ohmygod!He was filthy, yet I’d never been so turned on. I finally managed to get his shaft covered, giving it a couple of pumps because I just couldn’t help myself. Big John shuddered and groaned, and then he was parting my folds and pushing himself inside with an urgency that sent a surge of wildfire through my blood. He stretched me to the max, and as he settled in deep I tightened my muscles around him.

“Fuck,” he shuddered, pulsing inside me. “Keep doing that and I’m going to come right fucking now.”

“Sounds like your problem,” I said cheekily, tightening my muscles again. I liked the feel of his hard cock nestled inside me, hot and throbbing against my inner walls. “Now fuck me good, Big John.” I whispered the words into his ear, before outlining the rim of his ear with my tongue. “Tear me up.”

“You asked for it, baby.” I could hear the smile in his voice. He began to move. “Don’t complain later.”

I laughed softly. “I think I can handle more than one time with you before I can’t walk.”

As he began to thrust in a strong, consistent method, I soon realized that when he’d said that I wouldn’t be able to walk without thinking of him he hadn’t been referring to the number of times we had sex, but the way that he fucked me. It didn’t take me long to realize that the first time we’d had sex, Big John had been holding back, unlike now, when he was practically pounding me into the wall at my back, going in hard and deep every time he thrust and bumping right up against my cervix.

We kissed as we fucked, nibbling and sucking at each other’s mouths until our lips were swollen and wet. I ran my hands over Big John’s torso beneath his tee, marveling at the definition and strength behind his muscles as they flexed and quivered beneath my caresses. His hands returned to my butt, squeezing the naked cheeks and probing the crack with his index finger. When we parted to catch our breath, he zeroed right in on my covered breast. I cried out with pleasure when he closed his mouth over it and bit down on my nipple.

There was a definite sound of frustration when he pulled away and growled, “Lift your shirt, Daisy.”

I knew what he needed. I pulled my shirt up, along with the cups of my bra so that he had access to my bare flesh.

“Fucking hell, your tits are beautiful,” he rasped in a hoarse tone, kissing them both. He pumped his cock faster, harder, deeper into me. Pinning me against the wall while continuing to thrust, he brought his hands forward. They were rough and callused against my breasts as he palmed and squeezed them, but the slight pain morphed into sharp pleasure. Then his tongue and teeth were on my nipples, teasing them until it felt like the sweetest torture. I dug my nails into his biceps, arching uncontrollably.

“Big John…” It was all I could manage. I was gasping for air, our bodies clashing together with a kind of satisfying violence. I felt the rush of hot release burst from my core and let it consume me in pleasant, rocking waves.

“Come for me, baby,” his hand was suddenly at my clit, fingers flicking and pinching my ultra-sensitive nub. “Put some cream on my dick.”

He continued to pound into me, bottoming out each time. The feel of his heavy balls slapping against me, the sounds of our wet bodies joining together, our grunts and moans as we panted for breath, all contributed to the erotic moment as we fucked each other senseless. As I felt my orgasm surge through my body I clamped my teeth down into Big John’s shoulder to drown out my scream, and opened my soul to exquisite ecstasy.

I convulsed around him.

“That’s it, baby.” He continued to fuck me through my orgasm, his finger still plucking at my clit. My muscles clamped down on his cock and I heard him grunt and his breathing picked up. He thrust several more times, I could feel his cock swelling, and then he grew taut, his powerful thighs tensing. “Fuck, aaggghhhh!” he jerked, holding himself deep inside me.

His big body shuddered and his orgasm seemed to go on forever. Every time his cock pulsed inside me a quiver racked my body. He buried his face in the crook of my neck, his breath hot against my damp skin. It was a tossup as to who was holding who up. We held tight as the intensity of our orgasms gradually subsided and our muscles relaxed, and we began to breathe normally again. The awareness of where we were returned sooner, but it was amazing, and a little concerning to find that the muscles in the body lose total control in the throes of an orgasm.

He moved back. My gaze shot up to his. I whimpered when he removed his finger from my clit. A smug smile covered his mouth, and I fought the urge to lean in and bite that sexy bottom lip of his. I didn’t want to move. His cock was still deep inside me, and I didn’t want to break the connection. Until I heard the bell indicating that someone had come inside the salon.

“Someone just−”

“Yo, Big John! We gotta get on the road, brother.”

“I’ll be right out!” he yelled back, and then he kissed me hard. “You okay, babe?”

My tongue came out to lick my abused mouth, which seemed to amuse the big man. He swooped down and took over, smoothing his warm tongue over my lips. “Sorry if I got a little carried away.”

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