“I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t ever think of anyone else, Izzy.” He had me in his arms seconds later, and a startled sound left me at his strength. He lifted me off the ground easily, and instinctually, I wrapped my legs around his waist, his cock nudging at my pussy, my back against the wall. I felt this high slam into me.
I rested my head against the wall when he started licking at the column of my throat. God, that felt good.
“How much do you want me?”
“So much I can’t think straight, Tommy.” I felt sweat start to cover my body, those little droplets of perspiration making the room hotter, making me more inflamed.
“Tell me, Izzy. What else do you want?” he whispered. He started thrusting against me as if he had no control over his actions. The feel of his pre-cum coating my skin was so erotic and arousing.
Looking into his eyes, I did just that, not embarrassed, not shy about any of this. I was too aroused to care about modesty. “I want your cock in my pussy, Tommy. I want you to fuck me.” God, I’d never been so bold in saying what I wanted.
He dipped his head and ran his tongue up my neck, over my jaw, and kissed the corner of my mouth. “I’m going to fuck you so raw you won’t be able to sit tomorrow without remembering I had my cock shoved deep in your cunt.”
I felt my eyes widened. The thought of having his big cock inside me had my insides clenching and a fresh wave of wetness coming from my pussy. He let go of my ass with one hand and slammed his palm on the wall beside my head.
“You need me?”
I was realizing Tommy was a verbal kind of lover, wanting to hear all the dirty things, the affirmations that I was in this moment just like he was.
And I loved that he wanted me to participate, to express how I felt. It pulled me out of my normal comfort zone in the best of ways.
“I’m so ready for you.”
He groaned. “How ready are you for me?”
I felt my pussy muscles clench. “So ready,” I whispered.
“Are you wet for me?”
I nodded. “Soaked.”
“Fuck,” he groaned and closed his eyes for a second before opening them again. “Don’t worry, Izzy girl. I’ll give you more than you can handle,” he said gruffly. “I’ll give you everything.” Tommy reached between our bodies and took hold of his dick. I held onto him with my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. And as we stared at each other for long seconds, the feel of his cock head right there at my pussy hole, I held my breath.
“I don’t think I’ll last long once I’m buried in your tight body, baby.”
Good, because neither would I.
Chapter Eleven
Izzy
I was burning alive and didn’t want anyone to put the fire out.
“You’re so fucking wet for me.”
I was. God, I was soaked for Tommy.
He thrust against me, rubbing his cock along my cleft and brushing my clit with every upstroke. “Damn, you are drenched for me, baby, so primed for my dick.” The scent of his cologne filled my head. Or maybe it wasn’t cologne at all. Maybe that was just Tommy’s natural aroma, one that was spicy and masculine and had me impossibly more aroused.
He leaned forward and pressed his mouth to mine. Yeah, I was really doing this, really having sex with a virtual stranger, although he didn’t feel that way. I felt like I’d known him forever. Images of us together, skin wet with sweat, muscles taut from all the straining, filled my head and had me trying to shift, trying to impale myself on his cock.
“Yeah, that’s so it, Izzy girl.”
Without thinking, because at this point all I wanted was him shoved so deep inside me nothing else mattered, I slipped my hand between our bodies and grabbed his cock. Curling my fingers around his girth and giving him a squeeze had a distorted sound leaving Tommy. I shifted in his arms again and felt the tip of his dick pressed right at my entrance. For a moment, time seemed to stand still as we looked at each other, as we held our breaths.
“Do it, baby.” He leaned forward an inch. “I’ll give you this moment of control, but once my cock is in your tight little pussy, all bets are off. I’ll be the one claiming you, marking you… keeping you.”
And so I took the reins for this one moment in time and said, “Fuck me.”
His nostrils flared and he groaned. “Fuck. Yeah.”
His entire body was strung so tight, so hard against mine. He placed one forearm on the wall by my head, leaning in, supporting me with one hand on my ass. His strength made me feel like a woman.