As she started to jerk me, I hissed, feeling my load work up my cock. The second she touched the head of my cock, I exploded.
The first two spurts hit the faucet and behind it, splashing against the tile.
Harlee let out a whimpering gasp.
She sped up, making sure I was well taken care of.
My cock pumped and pulsed, shooting everywhere. It was like I hadn’t come in years or some crazy shit. She stroked up and back, her pretty hand getting covered in my bad seed.
Finally, she opened her hand at the root of my cock and ran up against my pubes and to my lower stomach. Her hand was shaking. Slowly, her nails dug at me and felt her body against mine.
She was begging for it.
It was another do or die moment for me.
I hesitated for a second and screamed FUCK THIS in my head. Next thing I knew I spun around and grabbed for Harlee’s hips. I lifted her up and her hands wrapped around my back. I felt her right hand spread my own load against my back and I didn’t even give a single fuck.
Our eyes met. The tips of our noses touched.
We were an inch from kissing.
I couldn’t kiss her though.
Well, at least not those set of lips.
fourteen.
(harlee)
Holyshitwhatthefuckishappening…
It was the closest thing to a rational thought I had.
One second I was on the couch, the next asleep. Then I felt like someone was in the apartment. Then I heard a noise. I was worried something was wrong with Trent and I found him pleasuring himself. And the second I met his eyes, I knew I had to… you know… to myself…
Now Trent carried me from the bathroom to the bedroom.
His hands came to my belly and he pushed, launching me from him. I hit the bed and bounced with a scream. His cock was still thick and massive, pulsing, looking as though he wasn’t quite done yet.
His strong hands cupped my knees and spread me open. The way his lip curled and his eyes widened made me gush even more. I felt myself pulsing from deep within, my heels pressing against the bed, my hips rising up a little, thrusting at Trent.
“Goddammit, darling,” Trent growled. “I’ve been waiting for this from the second you straddled my ride. Scream as loud as you fucking need to.”
With that, Trent ran his hands up my inner thighs, keeping a tight grip. I was torn between feeling tickled and that slight pain from his fingers digging so hard into skin and muscle. Then his thumbs slid across and touched between my legs. The roughness of his thumbs to my soft and tender folds. I looked down and watched his thumbs move up and press against my clit, twisting hard, forcing my hips to buck. I grabbed the sheets and sucked in a breath, groaning.
“That’s right,” Trent growled. “I’m in control of you now, darling.”
He then looked right at me and seemed really angry. His thumbs stopped moving. I felt him start to grip even tighter and then his hands were off me. He looked at his hands and shook his head.
“Trent,” I whispered. My pussy ached and quivered for him. “What are you doing?”
He didn’t respond. Instead, he dropped down to the floor and wrapped his arms around my legs. One quick pull took me to the edge of the bed. I let out a scream, not knowing what to expect. Our eyes met as I saw how close his mouth was to my body. Just a set of eyes peering over my bare mound. The deadliest set of eyes ever. The eyes of a monster. His hands pulled my legs open again and he came forward, tasting me.
One wild lick from bottom to top sent my body straight into overdrive. He kissed up to my mound and then gently grazed his teeth to my skin. As he sliced down, I started to shake, waiting for him to hit the right spot. The second his teeth grazed my clit I let out a scream.
Trent then closed his mouth around me and helped himself.
I felt his tongue slip down to my hole. One thrust and he was inside me. His tongue darting in all directions, savoring me, coaxing all my wetness to break open from a leak to a waterfall. My right hand reached down and I grabbed for the outlaw’s hair, then his shoulder. The thickness of his muscle was so intense. Just like his dick.
Trent pulled at me and pressed his mouth tighter between my legs. There was no more room but he made some anyway. The pressure and pleasure collided together. His head gently bobbed up and down, I swear his nose rubbed against my clit as his tongue dug deep, twisting inside me, then pulling out. He took his mouth away with a wet sound and then went to work on my clit again. My inner thighs were shaking like I was cold or afraid, but it was the opposite. I was burning with heat. I was completely comfortable.
I felt the rush happening from inside me.
My mouth fell open as I crunched forward, almost sitting up.
Every inch of me demanded relief. I had gotten so used to my own touch, bringing myself to climax just enough to satisfy a basic need.
But Trent was doing so much more.
He wasn’t going for a basic need. He was going for my wildest want.
I managed to speak through my breathless voice.
I got out two words.
“I’m coming!”