Page 16 of His Curvy Castaway Obsession - A Man Who Knows What He Wants

His hands move to my chest, and he flicks my blouse open, freeing my chest fully as he snaps the back of my bra open quickly and I shudder another gasp as his hands cup my naked chest for the first time. He growls with satisfaction and I lean over, letting him take me into his mouth, a sensation like no other as his tongue expertly flicks my stiff peaked nipples while he squeezes me with just the right amount of firm pressure to make me moan with some concern.

“Michael… I’m gonna…” I can feel it, something incredible is about to happen and he’s hardly touched me.

“Oh no you don’t!” He commands me gently, levering me off him and taking charge.

He yanks my skirt all the way up and lays me back on the blanket, then I start to jerk and spasm as his huge warm hands run up the inside of my thick thighs, wrenching my sodden panties to one side. I open my legs fully and feel my lips parting for him, making him groan as he sights his prize.

I whimper for him to hurry, I’m so close I can’t control the waves of excitement rippling through me, my clit’s stiffened by the breeze and feels like molten glass about to be shattered by the cool air if he doesn’t get his mouth to it soon.

He wants to admire me, he wants to look, feel and explore some more, I can tell. But this is an emergency and he’s more than qualified to rescue me from it.

“You’ll come in my mouth if you come anywhere,” he snarls and I feel myself disappearing into the moment completely.

I feel the heat of his breath first, then his stubble lightly teasing me until he greedily takes all of me into his mouth in one movement, making me moan out loud as I buck my hips forward, thrusting myself up into his face as I claw the back of his head with both hands, pushing him deeper onto me, into me…

I’ve never felt so good, and from the sounds he’s making, I know Michael’s enjoying himself as much as I’m enjoying him. He’s so perfect. Everything he does is perfect.

His hands move between my legs, spreading me so wide I can feel myself about to come in no time, and sensing how close I am, Michael shifts his hands to support my ass, squeezing and kneading me with his hands, digging his fingers onto me while moving me on the outside while his tongue services me on the inside.

His low, deep growl as he senses me about to come is my cue that he’s ready. More than ready, and as I explode onto his face, feeling my whole body stiffen, then contact in time with the waves of climax pulsing through me, he greedily laps up my essence.

His pleasure and satisfaction with my climax is obvious and he continues to eat me up as I shudder and twitch, in a state of shock that something so powerful could even be possible.

I’m trebling still by the time he surfaces, his smiling face an inch from mine.

“Better?” he growls and I can only make the same whimpering sounds as before as I nod my head, steadied only by his lips on mine again. I thrill at the taste of myself on him, mixed with his own scent, that scent I can never get enough of.

Now the two have joined completely… almost.

With Michael’s weight on me again, I can feel his hardness more than ever, and I’m amazed he hasn’t even considered his own needs yet. His sole focus has been on my pleasure, making me feel good, making sure I’m alright.

“My god, you’re so hard Michael,” I moan and he growls in reply as my hands both fumble to get to his cock, to free it finally.

With some persuasion I manage to get Michael on his back, and it’s my turn. My turn to pleasure my man.

I’m shaking like a leaf, but not scared, just so amazingly turned on with the best feeling I’ve had in my whole life and Michaels hand through my hair, then stroking the side of my face, his smile telling me I’m his. It’s all I’ll ever need in this life.

My hand looks tiny next to the huge bulge and I can tell Michael wants me to unzip him, to discover him for myself.

Within seconds his thick cock is freed, standing so proud and tall I gaps at the sight of it. It’s hardness in my hands is like a current through my veins, and I’m all over him in a flash. I want him in my hands, in my mouth, on my chest… inside me…

“What is it?” he asks, breathless but noticing I’ve suddenly frozen.

“Zoe? What’s the matter, are you alright…?”

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