Page 11 of Attraction

There’s something so sexy about the way she says,Ryan.And it sends a surge of testosterone to his dick as his tongue trails a line down her neck to her breast. He buries his face against the plump mound, consuming as much of her flesh as he can in the warmth of his mouth. Sucking hard, he bites teasingly at her nipple, making it peak into a solid hard bead which he flicks with his tongue. Then, loosening his grip on her soft flesh, he gently nips and teases with his teeth.

The feeling is raw. Intensely painful, but it increases the warm sticky wet between her legs, and she arches her back, forcing him to take more. He can feel the low burning desire growing inside her and cupping her other breast he moves his mouth across—giving this one the same attention.

He’s not gentle, but she doesn’t care—she likes it. He groans loudly as he sucks on the red blood-filled areola while tugging at her other nipple. He assaults all her senses at once and she wriggles her hips forward, grinding against his hardness, desperate to have him inside her.

“Oh, baby… you are so fuckin sexy. I gotta be inside you. Right now.”

She smiles as he reads her mind; she is thinking the same thing, “Good. I want you to make me cum so fucking bad.”

He looks at the begging, needy expression on her face. The ecstasy-filled grin and glint in her bright green-eyes as she opens them. “Say please,” he says.

“Please.” She begs, “please.”

“Mmm….” he sniffs, enjoying her smell. The scent of her sex teases his nostrils. “Hey, you’re takin’ birth control, yeah?” He frowns, waiting for an answer, him acting the responsible adult all of a sudden. “It’s not that I mind a baby Diggs, but I figure it won’t do your career much good.”

“Don’t worry…” She smiles, stroking his face. “That’s all taken care of.” She rubs at the implant in her arm and then kisses him. “I won’t be making you a daddy just yet.”

Immediately he’s back where he left off—his mouth on her breast. Sucking, nipping, and biting hard, he makes her groan. Turned on, she forces her chest against him, his mouth enthusiastically tugging at her nipple, playfully rolling the other between his thumb and finger. All her medical books tell her the nerves from the breast connect to the clitoris, and that may be true, but right now she needs more than this to bring her off. Eager, she wants him to touch her wetness, and taking control, she grabs a hold of his hand and puts it against her soaking wet pussy—she is so ready for this.

His mouth trails downwards, following the path of his hand. His tongue drawing patterns on her stomach, while his fingers do the same on the smooth, clean-shaved area just below. The soft smoothness interests him and gently he strokes his finger against the hair-free skin. “This is different?” he smiles.

“Just personal preference,” she says.

His fascination is obvious as he continues to stroke his finger against her and she tangles her hand in his hair, grasping, excited in her anticipation of what he’s about to do. She groans loudly as he lifts her leg onto his shoulder and thrusts his tongue against her clit. Lapping enthusiastically between her thighs, he holds them apart and she can feel the heat from his breath on her pussy.

He thrusts a finger inside, she’s so ready for him. Still holding her leg, he stands up. Pushing her back he rims the tip of his cock around her pussy. “Look at me!” He barks the order and immediately she obeys, opening her eyes wide.

“Holy fuck!” The feeling catches her off guard. The surprise of his size forces the air from her lungs as he thrust his length inside, not all the way, just a little tease of what to expect. Pulling back, he thrusts again – deeper this time, and keeping her leg high against his waist he supports her weight.

She’s sticky with wet, and he smiles. “Oh, looks like someone definitely wants this.” Rubbing his fingers in circles against her clit, as her leg clings desperately to his thigh. She arches her back, forcing her hips against his hand. He changes position, replacing his cock with two fingers thrusting inside her.

Disappointed, she growls—it doesn’t fill in the same way as his cock. “Oh, please… I want your cock. Fuck me with your cock.” She can’t get her breath as his tongue continues circles on her breast, while his fingers work pleasure on her clit. When he doesn’t immediately shove his cock back in like she wants, she begs. “Please.”

The combination of the two simulations increases the tingling sensation. Kat plays with herself, putting on a show, teasing him. He’s pulling and tugging her nipples until her body aches from so much attention. Desperate to cum and leaning her head back, she closes her eyes as the peak of her orgasm builds. “Ryan, I need you inside me.” Breathlessly she gasps, “Make me cum!”

He grins at the look of deprived want on her face. “Steady baby. Not just yet, but I am gonna give you exactly what you want.”

“No. You fucking give it to me… now!” She snarls. Frustrated and angry, she bites at his lip before forcing her tongue into his throat. She can’t wait any longer and taking his hard length in her hand, forces her hips to meet his.

“FUCK….” she takes him by surprise. Her demanding and controlling tone tempting him to give in. He likes how thirsty she is—not needy like other women he’s been with. She’s experienced and knowsexactlywhat she wants—certainly not naïve as he’d first thought.

Apprehensive about his size, she assures herself she can take him—but still her muscles tense in anticipation. “Hey, just relax, it’s gonna be fine.” Licking his fingers and coating them with saliva, he uses them to work more of his teasing magic on her clit. Pressing his firm body against hers, he eases all his length inside. She’s quiet, and he strokes her hair. “Just breathe, I’ll take it slow,” he says as she clings to him. Aware of his size, he gives her body time before he buries himself deep to his swollen balls, grinding his hips against her. “Oh baby, you feel good… I think you needed this.” She’s been without sex for a while and he smiles as her expression changes the more she relaxes. “You okay there?”

“Yeah…” Then, with him filling her body, she groans—loudly. She’s aching as the excitement intensifies. “Ryan… Fuck me,” she says, panting, again biting at his lip.

He yelps—it hurts. This time she’s drawn blood, and he wipes his fingers against his mouth. The metallic taste mixes with the sweet taste of her and he smiles. “Hmm… vicious little vixen aren’t we. Well, you know what? You wanna run with this pack, then I’m gonna show you what to expect. I’m gonna make you scream my name so loud, you’ll beg me to stop.”

All she can do is nod, lost to the moment, her body submitting to him. He’s all she wants, and wave after wave of orgasm builds to a loud groaning climax. “Oh,fuuuck…Ryan!” she cries out. The wet coming from her pussy as she reaches a peak, spasming and pulsing around his thick girth as he continues to fill her. “Ryan…” she screams again, “stop, oh… stop, I can’t!” she gasps, and as promised she screams his name begging for release.

It’s too late. Now she’s a slave to her body as her orgasm takes over and sensation after sensation pulses through her veins. Her mouth opens silently and she cries out panting as her fingers grip tight around his body. The ache in her belly is intense and opening her eyes wide, unable to catch a breath, her legs shake as the orgasm finally subsides.

“You okay?” he smiles. Pleased with himself—he did this, wreaked pleasurable havoc on her body.

After what just happened, it seems such a nothing word to use—okay. But she nods. Every fiber of her has been pushed to the extremes of pleasure and it leaves her body a shaking, wrung-out mess. She’s thankful he has a hold on her legs because she’s not sure her body could support its own weight right now. “Mm-hmm….” It’s all she can manage. She nods. Grinning—a predictable and cheesy look, she’s unable to speak. Her breathing slows, and her chest heaves. “Fuck!” Cussing is the only form of communication available right now, but eventually, breathlessly, she manages the words: “I’m good… thanks.”

As she sobers up, she berates herself.What in the hell were you thinking - doing this? How much of a tramp can you be? Fucking a guy, you hardly know?! That’s a great move, Kat! Yeah, this is going to go down so well!

He’s oblivious to her turmoil. He strokes his hand down her hair as if she were a new puppy, smiling. “You’re welcome.” He gently kisses her lips and looking her in the eyes, he grins. “Now… it’s my turn!”

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