Page 30 of Desperate Needs

Connor stood and removed his pants, freeing his monster-sized cock from the confines of that fine, tailored material.

And it really was a monster. He grabbed his shaft with one hand, his fingers barely touching, squeezing his balls with the other. Then he climbed on the bed, stalking me on all fours like a predator.

“I knew you’d taste good. Like that vanilla citrus scent you wear,” he growled, and I cocked my head. “Now, let’s see how good you feel. You said you’re on birth control?” he asked.

“Y-yes.”

“Good. Cause I’m fucking you bare, Little Girl,” he grunted, notching his mushroomed head at my needy entrance.

I nodded my agreement, wondering if he needed me to speak. Something I was not sure I was capable of at the moment.

But that was all he said before shoving all his many, many inches inside me.

I gasped, wrapping my legs around him, holding him to me as my body worked to stretch around him.

This was like nothing I’d ever experienced. I suspected it would be. But not like this.

This was an invasion. A complete and total onslaught of sensation I was in no way prepared for. Especially once he started to move.

His hands were everywhere.

My tits.

My belly.

My neck.

My hips.

My ass.

He used his legs to spread my legs, working his heavy dick in and out of my heat in a steady rhythm that was driving me wild. I expected him to just slam into me, take his pleasure and go.

But Connor was not a young punk looking to get his kicks. He was older. Mature. And he fucked like a man with experience. Like a man who knew some things were best when savored, not rushed.

My mind was spinning. A whirlwind of emotions threatened to topple over me. But I couldn’t deal with that. So, I focused on how he was making me feel instead.

His warm breath tickled the skin on my lower ear as he whispered to me. Words of praise. Dirty words. Phrases that had my pussy contracting around him.

“Goddamn. Your pussy is fucking divine. Like it was made for me, Darlin’. Wanna stay buried in you all night long.”

I nodded, gasping as pleasure built slow and steadily inside me.

I wanted that too.

Wanted to keep him in my bed until the sun came up.

Wanted him to fuck me into tomorrow.

But the ability to speak was lost when Connor reared up, grabbing my hips and sitting me on his thighs while he drove into me with wanton abandon.

“Feel that. Feel me,” he growled. “I’m so fucking deep!”

And he was. So deep.

My orgasm slammed into me, burying me beneath wave after wave of unmitigated pleasure.

I had just enough rationale left to watch Connor as his movements turned jerky.

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