Page 38 of The Boys Next Door

She hadn’t planned to, but her pussy ached with arousal, begging to be filled, and once he’d said it, she just couldn’t resist. She pulled her mouth off Ian’s cock and leaned over him, panting, looking right at him. His eyes went wide, glazed with desire, and the animal expression on his face sent prickles of want through her heavy breasts.

“Tease,” he whispered. “You little—“

With one swift movement, she climbed on top of him. His whole body jerked, and oh Jesus yes, he was panting, and the only thing that made sense was to rock her creamy cunt against his cock, letting it push into her sensitive entrance.

“Uhhh…” she groaned, bracing her hands on his broad shoulders. “You feel bigger.”

“Mm-hm.” The lust on his face made her shiver. Her silken pussy flexed around his smooth head as she slowly sank down on his shaft, settling her thighs against his hips.

“You’re so deep inside me, Ian.” It came out as a whisper.

“Mm-hm,” he said again. His hazel eyes were locked on her face, and the look in them…the way he was looking at her…she couldn’t give it a name, but it forced a sudden grunt of excitement out of her. “You’re on top now, you hot slut. Go ahead and ride me.”

She tried rolling her hips upward and lowering her wet cunt down onto his cock, lifting and lowering, but it wasn’t easy. Sweat beaded on her forehead and trickled under her arms. Ian’s cock kept jerking inside her tight core, feeling inescapably huge.

“This is a lot of work,” she said in surprise.

For half a second, Ian stared at her. Then he smashed his face in her pillow, guffawing. His whole body shook. Diana had to hang onto his shoulders to keep her balance. When he was able to breathe again, he gasped, “Damn right, it’s a lot of work. Why do you think I go to the gym every day?”

Diana gave him a murderous glare. “To stay in shape for basketball season?”

“That too. Here.” He moved his hands firmly up her back, pressing her forward. Oooh — her pussy squeezed his cock involuntarily as Ian guided her to a new angle, his cock rubbing against her aroused walls and sliding even deeper inside her.

“Ian—“

“I know, baby. You can really feel me now.” He began thrusting upwards, spearing her tender pussy. Diana clutched his shoulders, feeling the muscles ripple under her fingers. He’d told her to ride him, but all she could do was bounce, her breath coming out of her in little gasps, as Ian fucked her rhythmically, one hand finding her full swaying breast. Her nipple hardened under his touch as he fondled the ripe bud. She began to moan.

“Come on, Diana.” His voice was soft, but rough. “Don’t make me do all the work. Unless you want me to roll you over and fuck the hell out of you.”

“Do it,” she gasped.

He laughed softly. “Earn it.”

“Jerk,” she muttered, and he chuckled again. God, every movement of his hips sent his thick cock rubbing against a sensitive spot at the front of her pussy and she just wanted more…and more… Diana began to lift her ass, sliding her juicy cunt up and down Ian’s cock over and over again. He slowed his plunges to match her speed, his hands roaming everywhere — her heavy breasts, her smooth belly, her quivering thighs, her round ass. The little smile curling his lips sent a hard shudder of need through her body. Her own hips jerked at his sudden touch on her clit, so much more gentle than she’d expect from Ian.

“You like that?” he murmured teasingly.

“Yes,” she gasped. His fingers slipped over her swollen folds, encouraging the hot juices flowing from her eager cunt to soak his cock, making the place where their bodies joined slicker and slicker.

“Such a nice little pussy,” he murmured.

“Just nice?” she managed. Determined to drive him crazy, she squeezed Ian’s cock as hard as she could, doing her best to milk him, and his grin twisted into a look of pained need. Oh — it was getting easier to move now. She was getting the hang of it, matching Ian’s thrusts, and he was noticing and fucking her faster.

“A fucking amazing pussy,” he grunted. “That I want to cum in all night long.”

Diana moaned, and as her swollen pussy tightened around Ian’s shaft, he rubbed the hard bead of her clit faster, teasing the exposed tip again and again. She clutched his shoulders, her arms trembling as she tried to hold herself upright on his engorged cock.

“Ian, slow down,” she pleaded. “It’s—“

Too late. Sharp pleasure rushed over her. She couldn’t breathe. She could only pant, helplessly, totally out of control, squeezing Ian as hard as she could with her hands and thighs. Her cunt was rippling on his cock, and words were streaming from her mouth, total babbling, and she could only hear herself rasping out “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” in a voice that didn’t even sound like hers—

And before she knew it, she was flat on her back, Ian’s heavy body on top, his hot tongue wriggling deep in her mouth, his meaty cock plunging into her tingling pussy. She gasped for breath, trying to push back as she hugged his waist with her creamy thighs.

“You want me to talk dirty, Diana?” he muttered into her mouth. “You want more?”

Diana quivered as he ground against her clit. She was so sensitive after coming, way too sensitive for him to do that, but her whole body was saying yes. He was using longer and longer strokes, driving into her harder and harder.

“What the hell have you been doing before this?” she asked, breathless, barely able to think. “Talking clean?”

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