I sit back up and prop to my knees, forcing my cock even further into her. She pulls her mouth off and begins licking my cock like a popsicle. “What the fuck are you doing, bitch?” I growl. “I didn’t say to lick it. I said to suck it. Suck my fucking cock.”
Her mouth fills with my shaft, and she nods, the corners of her lips transforming into a devilish grin. She rocks her head back a bit before diving forward, taking the entire length of me into her throat.
I groan loudly as I watch her head bob up and down between my legs. I can see the red ruby lipstick she’s wearing smudge on my skin as she adds a bit of pressure to it. As she speeds up her motions, I use my hands to guide her with the speed I want it. And I want it rough and fast.
I lean back again to see the show. One of my hands catches between her skirt as I pull on the fabric as her mouth starts to clamp down on my skin. I push my hand higher into her crotch and yank the panties to the side. Her small * is wet and soft, and I let my hand rest between her thighs before I pull it back and place my palm to my mouth. She tastes incredible, and her smell lingers in the air.
I lick my fingers, wetting them down before returning them between her panties again. This time, I spread her folds as wide as possible before entering my pointer finger. Vibrations against my cock stir me as she moans out in pleasure. She stops sucking and lies back towards the ground as I continue to finger around her soft insides.
Her clit is well hidden under the skin, but I find the nub with my thumb. As my pointer finger spins around, I press down hard on it. She reels, throwing herself up towards me. Her bare, large breasts take my cock as she squeezes her tits together. I rock back and forth against the skin, loving the feel of the new friction.
Helena massages them with the motion of my finger as we both are in time with each other’s bodies. As I pick up my tempo and dive another finger in, she opens her mouth, allowing me to enter as I move my cock up her breastbone. I pull out and head back down, traveling the length of her chest and neck.
I feel her body tense and shake under me. She’s close. I can tell by how she pushes her hips into my hand as she begs me to go deeper or harder. I refuse. Every part of me is telling me to let her orgasm, but I can’t bring myself to let her. I want that pleasure myself. I pull my hand out as I hear her cry out, and I flip her to her stomach from under my legs.
“Cal, please!” She can barely just get the words out of her mouth before I can prop her ass up in the air and rip the remaining clothing off of her body. I enter her sopping * with one deep, long stroke of my cock inside of her. She presses her hands up against her head for support as I begin to rock quickly. I’m relentless; I just want to enjoy her little body. I pin her shoulders down and thrust into her, feeling her * respond to my insistent pulsing. She bites her bottom lip to muffle a scream of pleasure. This slut is fucking loving it.
Her body springs me back with each motion. For every push, there’s a pull. For ever hit of my hips against her curvy ass, there’s a slap back. I go as hard and deep as I can. I can feel her orgasm under me, the rush of her fluids trickling down my balls and onto her thighs. But I can’t stop for that. She gets no rest until I’ve gotten what I came for.
The booze takes over as the room starts to spin. I hold onto her waist for support and traction as I push on, thrusting harder and harder. I throw my head back and bite down on my lip as I cry out, “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” My cock feels like it’s going to explode. I push as deeply as I can, finishing with five slow pushes. As I feel my own orgasm coming on, I pull out just in time to cover her silky, tattooed back in an eruption of creamy cum.
Almost immediately, I’m picking up my clothes and putting them on. I don’t want to take my time or enjoy this one. As the fog of a pretty intense cum clears, my head and chest swell with regret, Michelle instantly coming to mind. Helena was far from her, despite her being so willing. She had no fight, no grit. There was no personality. Normally, I’d love that; a quickie fuck in the back of a restaurant or bar was just another night for me. But now that I had that ‘something more,’ I wanted it all the time. Nothing else was going to do.
Helena reaches for a roll of napkins and hands it to me. I wipe myself off and then her back. She doesn’t say a word as she grabs her shirt and adjusts her skirt and panties.
Suddenly, the silence is broken as we hear a thundering knock as a voice calls out tersely, “Cal! Fuck! We need you.”