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“Oh, I will, baby. You’re going to get fucked real good,” I groan, pressing my dick against her opening and slowly sinking into her glistening lips. And fuck, her pussy stretches for me so wide it’s obscene. Goddamn, she’s tight. So tight I almost lose it. I pull out slowly. My pulse blasts at the sight of my veiny, girthy cock glistening with her nectar.
“I’m going to pump you so full of my cum, your pussy’s going to overflow on these stairs, baby girl.” I grunt as I push into her.
“That feels so good,” Emma moans, taking me deeper.
Fuck. Her pussy is wrapped tight around me, she has me in her grip. I glide in and out, not able to get enough of her. My cock isn’t satisfied and wants more. I fuck her harder, lost in a high.This pussy is mine.She. Is. Mine.
Emma takes every inch of me. Propping herself up on her elbows, she meets every thrust. Her bare ass slaps against the wood floor; her tits jiggle, coming out of her bra. She throws her head back, moaning “Deeper, deeper” every time my cum-filled balls smack against her ass.
“Ryder,” she cries out, wrapping her hands around my neck and pulling me down for a frenzied kiss. She shoves her tongue down my throat like she’s trying to fuck me, and I suck it. I kiss her and fuck her with a ferocity I’ve never known. And Emma’s just as urgent, like a caged animal finally set free.
“Oh, you like it like this, don’t you, Emma?”
“Yes,” she grunts, her hips meeting mine, her legs wrapping around my waist, wanting me in as far as I can go.
“You asked for it,” I growl. “Now you’re going to come so hard you’ll never give me any of that aloof shit again.” I tuck my hand under her ass and lift her off the stairs so her legs are wrapped around me. I carry her up onto the landing and prop her up against the wall. Her feet aren’t touching the ground, and I’ve got a smooth round ass cheek in each hand.
With her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist, she presses down, taking every inch of my cock in deep. She cries out as I pump up and into her again and again.
With her ass cheeks in my hands and my fingers in her crack, I knead and spread her ass. “Ride my big dick, Emma. Fuck it harder,” I pant, covered in sweat. With her back banging against the wall, my hands covered in her liquid heaven, harder and faster I claim what’s fuckingmine. What has been mine for the last eight fucking months.
I kiss her wildly, wanting to fuck every one of her holes. My tongue is practically down her throat, unable to get enough.
“Tell me what you want, Emma. Say it.”
Tiny thing is bouncing up and down on me, rolling her hips, holding onto my shoulders, light as feather in my hands. “Give me your cum, fuck me,” she cries out, kissing me again.
I growl, adjusting my grip on her. I’m almost there, my balls are ready to shoot their aching load into her. I’m practically drilling her against the wall with my dick.
“Yes,” Emma cries. “Fill me. I want every fucking drop.” She shifts, pressing down on me hard and riding me back up. Up and down, over and over, her hot, slick pussy clamps around me, milking me.
My blood is on fire, roaring with the ecstasy of being inside her. The walls close in around me at the same time as my balls fucking burst. And I am gone. I groan into her neck and hold her still as my cock pumps and pulses, finally letting go, sending my hot, spurting cum deep inside, filling her with every drop.
Chapter Nine
Idon’t know how weeven got to his place. I don’t remember riding in his truck. Last night was a haze of orgasms, dizzy dreams, and coming all over him.
