“My dirty bitch, I like girls who knows how to appreciate a strong man,” he says, with a low chuckle. Another spank lands on my buttock, then he rubs my ass gently, his touch both soothing and teasing, the lingering warmth setting my nerves alight.
I’m instantly wet, the heat pooling between my legs as I writhe against his hand, longing for
more.
Alan runs his hands up my thigh and ass, going in slow circular motions, his fingers occasionally grazing my pussy, and sending a shock through me. He’s teasing me. Then, without warning he slips them in, I gasp, my mouth held open in pleasure as he goes in and out with his fingers. After a short while he takes his fingers out and I’m so at a loss I strain my neck to turn to him with pleading eyes. Alan laughs when he sees the desperation and need on my face. “So,” he murmurs, his breath hot against my ear, “I see You like being treated like a
whore”
His statement is harsh. It’s a world away from Aiden’s soft whispers and gentle caresses. But it doesn’t lessen my desire, it only intensifies it. It’s a wake up call really, I know now that I have
different tastes, different needs. I’m not just one kind of woman, not just the one Aiden sees.
Before I go mad from withdrawal Alan throws me back onto the bed, the sudden movement is jarring but exhilarating. He pulls me back toward him and in an instant his tongue is on my pussy, I moan loudly at the sudden switch in pace.
“You taste so fucking good.” His tongue works me over, his fingers moving in and out of me
with a rhythm that’s sending jolts of electric pleasure through me.
After what feels like an eternity, he pulls off his own pants. His cock is thick and hard, pulsating with barely contained energy. I look at it, and the sight just makes me feral. I want to be bolder with Alan, more uninhibited. I sit up and go on my knees, reaching for him, my fingers close around his shaft. I stroke him, feeling the muscles tense and tighten beneath my touch. I meet his gaze, a slow smile spreading across my face. I don’t hesitate. I lower my head, taking him into my mouth, and moan at the taste of him, the texture of him.
He’s initially shocked, a surprised gasp escaping his lips before he recovers, he grabs my hair to guide the rhythm of my head. After a while, the intensity becomes too much, and he pulls away, throwing me back onto the bed. He produces a condom seemingly out of nowhere and puts it on, and then he’s on top of me again, his weight pinning me down as he spreads my
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legs, he doesn’t wait, doesn’t hesitate, or use any sweet words, all Alan wants to do is fuck me and that’s exactly what i want. He thrusts into me with such force I wrap my legs around him. for fear he might throw me off the bed. Alan fucks me like a horse in heat, he’s thrusts are all fueled with a raging passion, it’s almost more than I can take.
The pleasure is intense, overwhelming, pushing me to the edge of oblivion. My mouth opens to scream at the incoming climax, and I bring my hands to my mouth to muffle the sound.
“Don’t” Alan says, “I want to hear you scream, let it out”
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