Page 10 of It All Began at Dixieland

Good Lord, that is good.

My legs shake, stomach twitches and chest heaves. He glances up from his post between my legs, his eyes heavily lidded with hunger. He is the most magnificent creature I’ve ever seen.

I shift the foot over his shoulder, pressing it to his chest and pushing him to his ass. I climb on top of him, fusing our mouths together, reaching between us to grapple with his pants. He breaks first, drawing in deep lungfuls of air before descending on my tits. Tossing my head back at the indescribable pleasure of his mouth on my aching nipples, I manage to fish his cock out of his briefs. My fingers on the underside, I nestle it against my clit and rock back and forth, my other hand on the back of his head to keep him where I want him.

“Yes. Yes. Bite me. Harder!” I urge him, my hips moving faster and faster as my next orgasm builds. One hand goes to my ass, holding me tighter to him, his own pelvis tilting to meet me, increasing the delicious pressure on my clit.

I cum again. My eyes close as I’m overwhelmed by the sensations. I glance up in shock when I’m suddenly on my back, his large body straddling my upper stomach. He pushes my tits together to create a tunnel around his dick.

“I saw you jumping on the side of that fucking road. Your tits just bouncing. My mouth watered. Fucking watered, Efa, wishing I could taste your nipples. My cock hardened so fast picturing this right here, that I thought I’d pass out in my truck. Didn’t think…didn’t know…God, you are so perfect. Aren’t you? Perfect for me.”

I nod but can’t speak. My throat is tight with emotions I’d rather not dissect right now. No one has ever spoken to me like that, inthatvoice. The way his darkening gaze devours me, his sinful hunger palpable…

“Forgive me, baby, I can’t hold back. Gonna cum all over your beautiful face. Gonna mark you, make you mine.” Oh, hell’s bells. I extend my arm to reach around him to touch my clit, my body so close just because of his words, but he smacks my hand away. Instead, he guides my hand to hold my breast in place, then his dexterous fingers delve between my lips, zeroing in on my clit. His arm pumps in rhythm with his hips, the angry head of his cock playing peek-a-boo while his fingers play me like fiddle.

“You gonna cum too?” I nod. “You gonna soak my hand like you soaked my chin?” I nod again. My body is tense and strained. One glance up his body and I know he’s close. His skin stretched tight against his bulging muscles, the cords of his neck in stark relief to flushed skin. “Hold your breath,” he instructs seconds before ropes of cum fly from the slit of his cock, covering my face. Never enjoyed this before, but right now…with this man…his fingers giving me no respite…I splinter beneath him for the third time, feeling something snap almost painfully in my lower belly. “Fuck yeah,” he groans out, his frantic pace slowing as the last spurts of his cum land below my throat.

I lay there in a haze of lust and cum, attempting to catch my breath and my composure. That was…holy shit. We didn’t even have P in the V, and that is the BEST sexual experience of my life.

“What…what are you doing?” I stutter, feeling his tongue lap up his release. He shimmies down my body, pushing my legs apart and licking up my center, then he’s hovering above me and kissing me so sweetly even as he feeds me our combined juices.

“We taste fucking delicious.” He grins and I can’t help but snicker at his youthful exuberance.

“You’re a kinky thing, aren’t you?”

“I am with you, it seems.” My tummy flips at the thought that I’m special to him, but I squash it down. This is probably a one-night thing, but that doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy myself and the time we have together. He shakes his head, his eyes soft, and I wonder if he’s thinking the same as me. “Shower.”

“Oh. Ok.” I agree quickly, realizing we must be done.

“I’m not done with you, baby, just thought you’d like to rinse me off of your face before it crusts.”

I screw up my face in disgust, “Ew. Lead the way.” His dark chuckle promises filthy things to come, and I can’t wait.

Foster 8.

She is perfection. All wet and soapy, her tits thrust out as she arches her back to rinse her hair under the shower spray. Shimmering bronze skin, long dark hair, her body the reason men become insanely possessive. You have something this precious, this magical in your grasp…yeah, I can understand killing anyone that threatens your happiness, let alone the reason for it.

I’ve just met her, but I feel like I’ve known her months, if not years. Like our souls were separated long ago…God, my sister would have a field day. I sound like one of the heroes from her books. Sappy. Lovestruck. Whipped.

I’m not complaining or denying it. She’s had me by the short and curlies since I met her on the side of the road. Hearing her speak, her laugh was enough. But now that I’ve had my hands on her, her skin beneath my tongue, hopefully my cock inside her tight pussy soon…I don’t think I can just let her walk away in the morning. I don’t know where she lives currently, we didn’t get to that yet, but I’m damn sure gonna find out. No matter the distance, we’ll make it work. We’ll figure something out. A woman this spectacular and perfect doesn’t come along often, if ever. I’m not a smart man, but I’m not stupid enough to lose her now that I’ve found her.

Unable to handle the distance between our naked bodies, I step up behind her, my cock wedged between her firm ass cheeks. Her breath hitches, head tilting, giving me access to the long column of her throat. Such delicate skin. Thin. Her pulse beats rapidly as I glide my tongue over it. My hands slide up her torso, cupping her breasts, feeling the weight of them in my hands, before capturing the thick nipples between my fingers. She moans and writhes, her thighs rubbing together the longer I torture her flesh. A broken cry escapes her lips, boiling the blood in my veins. She protests the loss of my right hand, but keens when I push it between her legs and begin a slow back and forth over her sensitive and swollen clit.

She responds so beautifully to me. Opening herself up without hesitation, offering me everything she has. Her pelvis moves instinctively, seeking more, demanding satisfaction. I band my other arm across her chest to hold her in place, using my foot to spread her legs. She’s up on her tiptoes, my hand driving relentlessly into her pussy, faster, harder, deeper until she’s jerking uncontrollably in my arms as she cries out my name.

My dick is an angry throb, hanging heavy between my legs. I barely think to turn the water off before I’m throwing open the glass door and pulling her out. I spin her around, her front to the vanity. Grabbing her dripping wet hair, I wrap a hand around it and force her head up. She meets my eyes in the steamy mirror, her gaze unfocused. Her back arches, her plump ass sticks out, and I step up behind her, notch myself at her entrance and thrust to the hilt. The wet slap of our flesh fills the small space of the bathroom, a cacophony of moans and grunts, and the unification of two souls too long without their other half.

Her pussy clutches at my length, her body begging me to stay. I never want to be anywhere else, but inside my Efa. I tug on her hair, her eyes snapping to mine in the mirror. “Mine.” She whimpers in response. “Mine. Dammit. Mine.”

I slap her ass cheek, loving how she pushes back for more as if she can’t help herself. Shifting on my feet, I lift her leg to the counter and slide just a bit deeper. We both moan and I lose complete control. I hammer into her with abandon, barreling toward my orgasm and giving her no choice but to join me.

She cries out, her pussy constricting to the point of pain around my shaft. Her body milks the cum straight from my balls. By the time I’m done emptying into her, my feet are tingling.

I drop my forehead to rest between her shoulder blades. We’re both breathing heavily. I wrap my arms around her stomach and hold her close to me. I feel her stomach spasm when she laughs.

“You think we’ll make it to a bed?”

Laughing, I kiss each shoulder, then her spine, “Eventually.”

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