We lock lips.

Surrendering to his embrace, I start kissing him eagerly. I don’t want to waste one single second. No, I want to seize the moment and squeeze it for all it’s worth, not giving a moment’s thought to everything that’s been going on.

I want him. Now.

“Fuck, why do I want you so bad?” He whispers, his lips brushing against mine as he speaks. Getting up from the couch, he carries me in his arms and starts walking across the living room. Without taking my eyes off his, I point him toward the bedroom and he makes his way there.

The moment he puts me down, my lips found their way to his once more.

“Take it off…take it off,” I tell him, breathing harder and harder as I grab the fabric of his shirt.

He smiles. I start unbuttoning his shirt, my fingers moving fast as the desire takes over me. Pulling the shirt out from his pants, I then press the palm of my hands against his walls of abs, feeling their contour under my fingers as my pussy starts growing wet.

“Kayla…” Scott whispers as his shirt slides down his arms to the floor. With one hand on the nape of my neck, he tangles his fingers on my hair and holds me still. Leaning into me once, he brushes his lips against mine. We kiss heartily, our tongues slow dancing around one another as I press my body against his.

“I want you…” he continues.

I feel his cock hardening inside his pants, its bulging shape brushing against my inner thigh, helping me become even wetter. Ah, if we were already naked, I’d just grab his cock and guide it towards my pussy…

I move my fingers down to his belt, unbuckling it in a frenzied hurry. Pulling it from its loops, I then open the top button on his pants and push the zipper down. His cock strains against the fabric of his boxer briefs, and I feel a shiver going up my spine as my knuckles brush against that throbbing thickness of his.

Hooking my fingers on the fabric of his boxer briefs, I send them down his legs with his pants. Falling to my knees on the floor at the same time, I look up at Scott, the shadow of his cock falling over my face.

My hands climb up his legs and to his waist, my eyes not leaving his for one simple second. His cock his throbbing, almost jumping in place as if begging for me to touch it. And I do want it. I want it so bad it hurts.

Instead of attacking his cock straight away, first I deal with his shoes: untying them, I take them off his feet one at a time, and then I take off his pants and boxer briefs.

I take a moment to gaze at his naked body, and then my fingers curl around his hard cock and my hand goes up and down, deliciously savoring each inch of his member.

He grabs my head with both hands, guiding my mouth to his cock. I part my lips and, in an instant, the salty flavor of his shaft fills my mouth. My tongue traces a long and gentle circle around its tip before I allow myself to go deeper.

I open my mouth and let him slide in. His girth forces me to open wide, his length making the descent down his cock an almost never ending voyage. I go as far as I can and look up, imagining what’s going through his head.

The moment I feel my lips brushing against the skin at the base of his cock, I close my eyes and start bobbing my head up and down my length, doing it so fast that I almost can feel my brain moving inside my head. He lets out a groan. I go fast, and I go hard – I fucking know what I’m doing.

“Oh, that feels really good,” I hear him say, but I’m so lost in what I’m doing that his voice feels it’s coming at me from the other side of the room. I keep on sucking on him for a long time, and then I wrap my fingers around his cock and start sucking and stroking at the same time, my mouth and hands working as a unit.

A long and deep sigh escapes his mouth and I lower the pace, only to speed up once more. He grabs a handful of my hair, pressing my head down, his shaft almost against the back of my throat, and he holds it there for a second.

I press my tongue against his cock and pull my head back, allowing his cock to slide out gently. I still want to feel his taste on my mouth, so I lick his shaft and the pre-cum on his tip, while my hand keeps working his cock with the same rhythm I had used with my mouth.

Then I approach his tip again and fill my mouth with his pulsing length. Right now, I’m stroking him fast and sucking him hard.

It doesn’t take long for his cock to start pulsing against the inner side of my mouth and, knowing that he’s close, I push through the pain on my neck and keep going as hard as humanly possible.

I just want him to come inside my mouth.

His fingers curl against my scalp and, with one deep thrust, he comes into my mouth. It’s warm and salty, and as it gushes in a torrent inside my mouth, I can feel my skin prickling. I remain there, his spasming cock inside of me as he shoots his seed until my mouth is completely filled – both with his cock and his cum.

When his fingers on my head relax, I start pulling out, tightening my lips around his cock on the way out. He’s breathing hard and there’s a grin of satisfaction on his face.

Still looking him in the eyes, I swallow all his seed. His face lights up with a devious grin and he takes my hand in his, pulling me up to my feet.

“You’re fucking amazing, Kayla,” he whispers, leaning toward me. He grabs me, holding both hands around my waist, and lays me down on the bed.

His hands slide around my waist and under my dress, climbing up my inner thigh and making my skin prickle again. His fingers brush over my groin and, if I was wet before, I become completely drenched now.

I close my eyes, moving my hips harder and grinding against him almost desperately. A moan leaves my lips as he brushes his fingers over my thong, applying a gentle and barely noticeable pressure over my wet pussy.

One of his hands climbs up my side and crawls towards my chest, finding its way under my dress and cupping my right breast over the bra. He pulls at the cup, baring my nipple, and he presses it then between two fingers, pinching it. I rest my forehead against the mattress, biting down on my lower lip as a storm of lust rages inside of me.

Still pinching my nipple, he flicks my thong to the side and brushes the tip of his finger against my wet pussy. My whole body shudders in anticipation.

He traces the contour of my pussy as if he wants to absorb all of it, carefully brushing against its outline and gentle circling my clit.

He does it for one minute, carefully coming and going, each time applying just a little bit more of pressure.

Then, without any kind of warning he slides one finger inside my pussy. Instinctively I push my hips against his hand, eager for the touch of his hands and body against my pussy.

Before I can even gasp, his mouth is wrapped tight against my pussy, and he starts sucking there as if he has been thinking of doing it all day long.

I put one leg over his shoulder as he licks at me and, now having a better angle, he slides two fingers inside of me in an instant. I gasp, closing my eyes as I press my back into the bed, thrusting my pussy against his mouth as he fingers me.

Pulling out from me, he pushes the thong down my legs and I just kick it away to the corner; his mouth is on me again, devouring me with such intensity that I can barely keep my eyes open.

Sliding one more finger inside me, he keeps fingering me until my pussy starts to spasms and becomes tighter; immediately he presses his tongue over my clit and, moving it in circles, he makes my muscles burn in under a second.

And just like that, I come.

“I’m going to fuck you really hard, Kayla”, he says, pulling out his fingers from my drenched pussy.

That´s all I wanted to hear.