Page 44 of The Man Handler

Two hours later, a sweet, funky scent of hot, sticky, sweaty fucking fills the air. My hair is saturated and plastered around my face. Beads of sweat are rolling down my back, sliding into the crack of my ass. Wade and I have been fucking nonstop, like two wild beasts in heat. I am riding his thick pole, my pussy churning as I crash down onto his dick. I fuck him as if my life depends on it, as if his does. Ride him as if there is no tomorrow, as if there are no cares. And for the moment, there are none.

There are no words spoken between us. Just grunts and groans and moans of passion. I lean over, press my hardened nipples against his hard chest and allow him to slip his wet tongue into my hungry mouth. I suck on it as if it were his dick, feeling heat and ecstasy rising up within me. In unspoken words, we are both aware that this will be the last time we ever share in this sexual bliss.

I slowly, seductively, grind my pussy up, then down, the length of his dick. Then rotate my hips back up and down it again, milking him one inch at a time.

“Ah fuck! Goddamn, you know how to ride this dick!” he shouts. His eyes roll up in the back of his head as he grips my waist. A sly grin parts my lips. ’Cause I’m the Man Handler, baby. And I was born to slay the dick.

“Yeah, you like this pussy, don’t you?”

“Ah yes…oh, shit…”

“You like how I wet this big dick, don’t you?”

“Hell, yeah, baby…”

“Show me how much you want this pussy,” I demand.

I stop moving my hips, and allow him to rapidly thrust his hips upward, deep into my sopping hole, stretching the back of my pussy, smashing against the mouth of my womb. I gasp, choking back a scream.

I tighten my pussy around his dick, grasping and pulling him deeper into my honey-coated, cum-slick abyss.

“Oh, shit,” he moans. “Aaaah, fuck. This pussy’s good.”

“Sssh, no talking unless I speak to you,” I warn in between another moan.

“Fuck me…”—he continues slamming his dick up into my pussy—“Mmmm…that’s right…like that…fuck this pussy…”

His dick slashes into my hole, pulling open my thick pussy lips, causing a throbbing in my clit. I arch my back, toss my head back and bounce up and down on his cock, matching his thrusts, riding the swell of another orgasm.

Wade leans up on his forearms, his gaze locked on the pleasure painted on my face. I bite down on my bottom lip. Let out another moan. And in one swift motion, he lifts up and rolls me over with his dick still buried inside of me, spreading open my thighs with his legs. He reaches up under me and cups my ass, squeezing each ass cheek while pumping his massive dick in and out, around and around, stirring my pussy, caressing my walls with each stroke.

“Oh, shit,” he moans again. “Ah, fuck…this pussy’s so wet…”

I wrap my left leg around his waist, then toss my right leg up over his shoulder as he fucks me, giving him access to every nook and corner my pussy has to offer. “Oh, yes…oh yes…fuck me,” I moan.

I grab his muscled ass, pull him deeper into me. Our bodies fuse together by a blazing fire ignited by lust. Sweat drips from his face onto my chest as he rises up on his arms, bracing his hands on either side of me, twisting and snapping his hips into me. His face contorts.

“Fuck me,” I urge. He slams harder. “That’s right, nigga, fuck my pussy. Make my pussy nut…”

“Ah, shit, fuck…yeah…”

I moan.

He moans.

His dick is pulsing. I can feel the heat coursing through the length of him racing to the tip of his engorged head. His rhythm quickens; his thrust bec

ome longer and deeper. I smile, knowing he is about to cum. My pussy milks his dick, slurps it in.

“Ah shit…I’m getting ready to nut,” he groans, quickly pulling his dick out of me and yanking off the condom. He slips two fingers into my pussy, finger-fucks me. I bend at the knees and pull my legs up to my chest, giving him my basket of goodness, as he rapidly strokes his cock over me.

“Oh, give me that nut, daddy,” I coo, licking my lips. “Let me see that big dick spit that milk, baby.”

He scoots back some so he can align his dick with its target. He is aiming for the opening of my purring pussy.

“Yeah, daddy, bust that hot nut all over my wet pussy,” I whisper, gazing at him through slits of lust. “Give me that sweet dick milk.”

“Ah, fuck…ah fuck…yeah…I’ma spit this nut all over that pretty hole.” He grunts, and shakes as he shoots a hot, thick, creamy nut all over the front of my pussy. “Oh, fuck…ah shit…” He continues stroking. “I feel another nut coming,” he moans.

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