Page 19 of Hard and Unprotected

I wasn’t going to get into that now. Ladies can be sensitive when it comes to weight, and clearly Maggie fell in that category.

But I’d had enough of this. There’d been enough bargaining, enough back and forth. I wanted my money’s worth, and it was time to get it, dick in cunt style.

“Come on sweetheart,” I rumbled, standing and holding out a big hand. “Come and play.”

Her chin tipped upwards, eyes meeting mine, startled. But yeah, it was on. The time for eating and talking was over. It was time for her to get cock in her pussy, cramming that sweet bod full until she creamed.

And still flustered, the girl took my hand.

But that one gesture was enough. Like a caveman, I swung her into my arms, holding that curvy body close.

“Evan!” she squealed, clinging desperately to my neck. “Evan!”

“Mmmm, baby, I love it when you scream my name,” was my low growl as I planted hot kisses on her throat. “Do it again.”

But Maggie was already lost. Those curves undulated in her velvet dress, lush and ripe. She moaned, tilting her head back to give my lips better access. And the angle did it because suddenly, one heavenly tit popped out of her neckline, beckoning to my mouth.

And like an animal, I was on it. I devoured that sweet pink nipple, running my tongue around her areola, the girl mewling and crying helplessly in my arms.

“Oh god, Evan!” she panted breathlessly. “Oh, it feels so good!”

With that, it was on. In long strides, I was into my bedroom, dumping the girl onto the massive king size.

“Oh!” she squealed, curves flying this way and that. “Oh!”

“That’s right, sweetheart,” was my low growl. “Get naked. Now.”

And Maggie took me by surprise. Because I thought she’d be a librarian with grey granny panties and serviceable stockings, the cloth thin and worn. But instead, that caramel gaze held me, staring into the depths. And never dropping eye contact, the female slowly reached behind to pull the zipper of her dress down.

Because she was nude underneath.

Naked as the day she was born, pink curves flushed and lovely, like Venus rising from the sea.

Oh shit, oh shit.

What slut doesn’t wear panties?

What whore asks for it the first time?

Because her tits gleamed from my saliva, perky and taut.

But it was her cunt that did me in. That sweet snatch glistened wetly, leaking hot juice from her innermost parts.

“Yes Evan,” she purred throatily, chocolate eyes fixed to mine. “Come get it big boy.”

And what man can resist an invitation like that? In a flash, I knelt before her, head moving between those wide thighs.

“Aw fuck baby,” was all I could manage. “Aw fuck fuck fuck.”

Because the cunt smell was overpowering. It rose like a heady aroma, filling my nostrils, making me dizzy with lust. And I dove in head first, lapping at those wet folds, pulling her labia between my teeth to make her squeal.

“Unnh!” came that delighted shriek. “Oh oh!”

But that wasn’t enough. I ran my tongue in circles around her clit, alternately sucking and licking the hard nub, tasting her insides.

“Oh!” Maggie screamed again, thighs dropping wider to give me better access. Oh shit, a stream of juice trickled down my throat then, the pussy cream so copious and hot. “Oh!” came her helpless cry again as she tossed below me. “Oh god, Evan!”

And shit, but I was lost. I’ve fucked dozens, even hundreds of women. I’ve been inside so much snatch that it’s nothing new. I can hold out for hours without coming. Days even.

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