“That’s right. I want to make you beg and moan. This tight little pussy wrapped around my cock is going to make you scream.”
He kissed me again roughly, pleasure rolling through my veins. I wanted him badly, so badly I could barely stand. He pulled back and took my shirt off, tossing it aside, and quickly unhooked my bra.
I stood there against the door, my jeans halfway off my body, his hand down between my legs, working my pussy. He kissed my chest, teased my nipples with his tongue, and continued to work my clit, rolling in soft and hard circles.
“Fuck, this body,” he said. “You’re perfect, girl. You know that?”
“I’m not,” I gasped.
He grinned and moved his hand back. He grabbed my hips and turned me, pressing my hands up against the door. He pulled down my jeans the rest of the way, making me step out of them before he kicked them away.
I heard him pull off his own jeans and shirt and toss them aside. I looked over my shoulder at his muscular body covered in tattoos as he smirked at me. His hands slowly moved down my body, his lips against my neck, his hard cock up against my ass.
“Perfect,” he said. “You can’t be anything but perfect.”
His fingers found my panties, and he slowly slid them down my skin. Shivers ran up my spine as he moved my panties all the way down to my ankles.
Kneeling behind me, he grabbed my hips, and then his mouth was against my pussy.
I gasped, shocked. He began to eat my pussy from behind, his tongue rolling everywhere, pressing inside me and up along my clit, exploring every inch. I kicked away my panties and spread my legs wider, his hands holding my hips hard as he ate me.
I couldn’t believe it, but the pleasure was incredible. Waves of burning fire washed over me as he ate my pussy out from behind, his strong hands holding me there. I couldn’t help but moan his name, saying it over and over again as his practiced tongue worked my body.
“Oh my god, Clutch,” I moaned. “How do you do that to me?”
“Easy,” he said. “You’re fucking delicious, and I love this fucking ass.” He slapped my ass, and I groaned as he pressed a finger deep inside me.
“You were built to fucking take it,” he said. “Look at this tight cunt. You’re dripping wet for me right now.”
“Clutch,” I moaned as he went back to licking me. “I can’t help it.”
His dirty words were driving me wild, and I knew I wasn’t going to hold anything back, not from him, not as he controlled me and worked my body. Clutch was too strong, too overwhelming. Every new word, every new movement, it all pushed me over the edge.
He stood and stepped back, spinning me back around. His briefs were gone, tossed aside, and I took his thick cock in my hands and began to stroke him.
“Suck that cock, girl,” he said into my ear. “Suck that cock like the dirty girl I know you are.”
I dropped to my knees and took his thick cock in my hands, working him like that. I licked him root to tip, loving the taste of his skin, surprised at how badly I wanted him in my mouth. I began to suck him, sliding his thick cock between my lips.
He grunted and took my hair, pressing me down. “Take that fucking cock in your throat,” he said. “I want to feel you suck me hard, girl.”
I worked him, sucking his cock, letting him press himself deep into my mouth. I couldn’t hold anything back and wasn’t afraid to let my spit cover his skin. I worked him with my hand as I sucked him, using my spit to slide my hand along his shaft. He grunted his pleasure, fucking my lips, pressing his cock deeper into my throat.
“Your fucking pretty mouth looks incredible wrapped around this big cock,” he said. “And you like sucking it, don’t you?”
I moaned as I worked his thick cock, sucking him harder.
“Fuck, that’s like fire in my veins,” he said. “I love watching you suck that cock.”
I let him press his cock into my throat, and I took him, wanting every single inch of him, wanting to make him feel as good as he made me feel.
I pulled back, looking up at him as I slowly sucked his tip, my hand running down over his skin. He groaned, shaking his head.
“Fuck those pretty eyes,” he said. “I could look at you sucking that cock all day long.”
I pulled his cock out of my mouth with a slight pop. He groaned as I went back at him. I surprised myself with my own hunger for him and how easily I lost myself sucking his cock, how badly I wanted to make him come thick down my throat.
But before I could get him there, he stepped back and grabbed my arm. He pushed me deeper into the room and up against the couch. He turned me around and spread my legs wide.
“Stay,” he said.
“Clutch,” I moaned as he walked toward his pants. He fished something from his jeans and walked over. He ripped open the condom and slowly rolled it down over his cock, all the while making me stand there, watching him. My pussy was dripping wet, and I could hardly stand the anticipation of it.