CHAPTER EIGHT
Dominic
As soon as she said “just one night,” I seized her lips, intending to plunder their plush juiciness. But the kiss became softer, deep and meaningful. I lightly skimmed her lips before gently running my tongue over the seam of her mouth, questing, savoring the taste of this woman.
With a soft moan, she opened for me, letting me taste her fully. She was ambrosia, honey to my body, and I felt myself hardening, stiffening, even as I tried to stay gentle, my mouth on hers subtly asking permission.
The girl wound her arms around me, deepening the kiss, and I took that as my okay. My hands began a thorough sweep over her body, cupping those luscious breasts, running down her tummy until I felt the hot vee through her ridiculous maid’s outfit. Why they made the girls wear these, I had no idea, unless they were purposefully trying to pimp out their staff.
My hands traced her thighs, that sleek softness, and she let out a mewl as I trailed closer to her heat. Flipping up the frilly white apron, I let my fingers rest gently against her mound, lightly pressing against the fullness there.
“All good?” I rumbled roughly into her ear.
Wordlessly, she nodded, pressing close to me, and I began moving my fingers, teasing her through her satiny panties. She was full and engorged, with a light drop of moisture, and as I rubbed, I could feel that heat building, the moistness becoming humid and steamy. Growling in my throat, I swept her panties to the side and let my fingers trail directly over her soft flesh, massaging the slick folds. She creamed a bit in my hand, gasping softly in my ear, and I thought I was going to come right there. I’d never had a woman so responsive, so natural, clinging sweetly to me as I played with her pussy, her body silently begging for more.
With a growl, I pulled down the décolletage of the little black dress and fastened my mouth to a nipple. Her mounds were creamy and full, at least Double D’s, and I found myself savoring the lusciousness of this girl. I’d dated my share of anorexic model-types, and Trina’s plushness was a welcome, much-needed change. I loved having flesh to mold and squeeze, enjoying the womanliness of her figure, the way that her breasts trembled and swung as I suckled deeply, rolling her puffy nipples in my mouth.
“Oh!” she cried above me, her head tipping back to reveal the perfect white column of her throat. The simultaneous stimulation at her breast and pussy was causing her to jerk slightly, and I could tell orgasm was only a few seconds away.
“Come,” I urged. “Come on my hand, let yourself go, little one.”
As if on cue, an orgasm rolled through her body, her figure shaking as the waves crested and peaked, causing her to jerk stiffly and cry out before leaving her trembling and soft in my arms. Her cunny was sweetly damp on my fingers, her juices rolling down my wrist, and I lifted my hand to my mouth for a taste.
Looking her straight in the eye, I licked my digits one by one, savoring her ambrosia. She was pure nectar, her womanly liquids sweet and tangy at once.
“You’re gorgeous and tasty,” I complimented, whispering in her ear. “I can’t wait to be inside you.”
Wordlessly, she parted her thighs slightly, as if granting me access. That was all the encouragement I needed. I unzipped my tux pants and my member popped out, hot and full, stiff to the touch. She gasped before reaching forward with her hand, ready to stroke, but I couldn’t wait.
“Not now, little one,” I rumbled. “Later,” I promised.
I needed to be in her, stet, and lifted her ass up slightly, my hands under those plush, gorgeous cheeks. I balanced her hole over the tip of my dick and probed a bit, letting my penis rub her slick clit a few times, before slowly lowering her onto my shaft.
“Ohhh,” she breathed, her warm flesh engulfing me.
Fuck, she was so hot, so tight, that I could barely contain myself. I grunted, fighting the urge to take her hard because the beautiful girl deserved more. Slowly, I moved her up and down my shaft, cushioning her ass as she adjusted to my massive size. She mewled slightly in my arms, her breasts crushed against my chest as her pussy slid sweetly over my cock.
“Fuck,” I breathed. “You’re so tight and hot. Are you sure you’re not a virgin?”
Immediately, I mentally cursed myself. Of course she wasn’t a virgin! She was a slut who’d been fucking my brother Caleb.
But Trina flushed beautifully, and whispered in my ear. “No, I’m not a virgin,” she breathed. “I think you’re just really big.”
If there were ever words to turn a man into a raging beast, those were it, and I began fucking her in earnest. My hands gripped her waist as I held her immobile, my hips pistoning against her sweet flesh, my cock pushing deep into her folds as I moved up and down like a machine.
“Oh!” she cried sweetly, her juices running hot and heavy.
Meanwhile, my balls were beginning to tighten and lift, and I knew orgasm was imminent. With a mighty roar, I pumped hard a few more times and the white spurted into her, coating her sweet pussy with semen. I could feel the hot liquid pulsing through my shaft as I came, shooting man juice into that tight, hot cunt.
“Oh!” she screamed as her pussy began jerking on my cock, her own orgasm rolling over her. I felt her snatch tighten and spasm, pulling my man milk deep into her body, ropes of it squirting hotly into her inner channel. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she briefly lost consciousness, the fucking so good, so true that it put the girl out.
When she came to a few seconds later, I was nibbling at her lips, holding her body close against mine, my dick still buried in her.
“That was amazing,” she whispered shyly into my ear. “I’ve never felt so good before.”
I chuckled. “That’s good, little one, because I intend on keeping you here all night,” I growled, as I lowered her to the bed.
She gave me a sweet smile, squeezing her cunny on my dick, and kissed me deeply as we fell into a bottomless well of pleasure again.