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Trent had me turned around on my hands and knees, my ass high in the air. To me, when I was done, that was the end of it. At least that’s how I had been used to it going. Even more than that, it was usually when he ended.
Not with Trent.
Fuck, Trent hadn’t even been inside me yet.
I looked back at him, waiting for that amazing cock to pound inside me, but Trent crouched down again. I felt his mouth touch my pussy again and I whimpered. The angle was different, his mouth and face so close to so many things. His tongue was just as rampant, just as hungry. His hands touched my ass, gripping my cheeks, his thumbs creeping to the center, making me jump when he touched me somewhere else.
Then his hands traveled up my back, the touch of his fingers stronger than any man I had ever met in my life. The hands of a monster, of a man who had killed, of a man who would kill again when asked. That should have scared me, but it didn’t. It turned me on. It really turned me on.
I buried my face into a pillow and started to rock my hips against his mouth.
His hands slid around my body, up my shirt, and he cupped my breasts. I was blessed there but Trent’s large hands made me feel small. But I liked it. The way he cupped, held me, the way his fingers then played with my nipples, making them painfully hard, somehow making the pleasure between my legs connect to my nipples. It was like he was a magician or a doctor or something.
Or maybe he’d done it to so many women, he was an expert.
Whatever. At least I was on the receiving end of this outlaw expert.
I heard him growl under his breath as he licked my wetness, the sound echoing in the room. I let out another scream as his tongue ran down and up against my clit so many times, so hard and fast, I lost count. I started to lean forward as though my body was almost afraid of coming again.
Trent wasn’t going to allow that…
His hands quickly released their hold on my breasts. He then moved to my lower back, pressing and holding me, my ass even higher in the air. His tongue touched me everywhere I ever dreamed to be touched, and it felt like he was there all at the same time. My ass flexed as I drove myself back to his touch, blushing as I lost myself, never having it feel so good before. His lips closed around mine, his tongue softly touching my clit, and he brought me to another powerful orgasm.
I screamed into the pillow as I came, my body shaking and losing feeling. Trent held me right in place until he was finished with me. He took one last lick and placed his lips right to my left ass cheek. He kissed and backed away. His hands moved over my ass and he pushed me down to the bed.
I looked back and blew the hair out of my face. He rose up like a monster and stood there. His cock was full again, amazing thick and hard.
My hands held the sheets tight still as I stared at him, waiting for his next move. I wasn’t sure if my body could handle more, but if he wanted to stick that giant thing inside me, I would find a way to make it happen.
Slowly, Trent leaned into the bed and climbed up on it. His legs were inside my legs. My pussy was still exposed to him. He reached forward and down, touching me. My ass lifted up and his other hand came down, slapping me back to the bed.
He took his hand away and reached for his dick.
I shuddered and felt my cheeks burn red as his hand wrapped around his cock. He started to jerk himself again, using my orgasm to assist. His other hand rested on my ass, squeezing as his hand moved faster at the head of his dick. Up and back, watching the veins in his hand and dick throb, I started to groan.
“Touch yourself, darling,” he said.
I moved my right hand between my legs. My pointer and middle finger sought out my clit and I started to make circles. It felt good but it wasn’t like when he did it to me. I realized right then I might be forever ruined because of Trent. Maybe it was a good thing he hadn’t fucked me.
No. It was a terrible thing. I wanted him to fuck me.
I thought about him fucking me. I imagined that massive dick forcing itself into me. Curling my folds out of the way. My tender center giving way, trying so hard to be open enough for him, but he’d have to do all the work, fucking at me until I was enough for him.
My hips jutted left to right as I thought about it.
I stared at his cock, his hand racing up and back against himself.
“Fuck, darling,” he growled at me. “You want this dick inside you, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I said without hesitation. “Trent, please… don’t…”
He let out a deep groan. The head of his cock looked twice as thick than a minute ago. I gasped and realized he was right there…