Page 33 of Cream Pie

I moan into the bed, the sheets twisting in my hands as Javier fucks me hard, pumping into me again and again as I tumble towards another release. One of his hands slides under me, his finger rubbing my clit and making me scream in pleasure. The other slides up my spine to grab a handful of my hair. He tugs, and the thrill has me racing even faster towards the inevitable explosion.

Harder, faster, my eyes roll back in my head as Javier just fucking fucks me with everything he has, until suddenly, I fall.

I scream, my entire body twitching and thrashing under him as the orgasm rips through me like a hurricane. I shudder, bucking and thrusting back against him as the climax pulls me under. He groans, driving so deep and just holding himself there, holding me tight as I ripple and shake and gasp.

“Oh what the fuck,” I whimper, panting.

He chuckles deeply, his hands sliding up and down my back and my sides, soothing me after my mind-blowing orgasm. Slowly, panting, I ease away from him, sliding off of his cock inch by inch until I feel him slip free.

“I mean, seriously,” I moan, rolling onto my back to look at him, kneeling there looking like a glistening god of sex in the moonlight. “I thought I was going to have a fucking heart attack there.”

Javier laughs, and I moan as he leans over me to kiss me slow and deep. I cling to him, kissing him feverishly, deliriously.

“You okay?” He purrs, his voice both soothing and exciting at the same time.

“Yeah, except I’m one-hundred-percent sure you’ve ruined me for literally any other guy, ever,” I giggle.

He pulls away, smiling a little, but with a fierce look in his eyes.

“Yeah?” he growls darkly. He leans in and kisses me again, this time harder.

“Good,” he grunts against my lips, and the possessive way he says it has me whimpering as I kiss him.

I pull back and glance down, and blush as I realize he’s still so hard.

“You didn’t... you know...”

He chuckles. “You can say it, you know. It’s not a bad word.”

I blush, rolling my eyes.

“You didn’t come.”

“No, but I could watch you come all fucking day, every fucking day,” he groans, kissing me deeply.

“Yeah, at that point I really would have a heart attack. Or die of dehydration or hunger or something.”

He frowns. “Shit, you ordered food.”

I glance past him at the tray of forgotten food, and shrug.

“Yeah, well, someone took my mind somewhere else,” I giggle, eyeing him. My gaze drops down his perfect chest, his chiseled abs, and his grooved hips to that big, thick cock jutting obscenely out from between his muscled hips.

“Maybe I could find something else to snack on?”

Let’s cross one more “first” off the list.

I push Javier back, giving him the most seductive look I can as he sits back on his heels. I shift, turning myself around until I’m on my hands and knees in front of him. Slowly, I push my legs out behind me until I’m lying on my front, eye-level with his thick cock.

“Fuck, Amy,” he groans as I reach out and wrap the fingers of one small hand around his shaft. They don’t even touch, and I moan as I lean forward.

“Just a disclaimer, I’ve, um...” I blush, biting my lip.

“I know,” he purrs, his eyes locking with mine. “And you don’t—”

“Yeah but I want to,” I whisper as I lean forward, open my wet lips, and without another thought, wrap them around his swollen head.

Javier instantly groans in pleasure, dropping his head back and growling. I shiver at the reaction, feeling powerful, and like some sort of sex goddess. Emboldened, I push my mouth lower, swallowing his fat crown and taking another inch or two into my mouth.

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