Scott
Carly is fucking hot – Kevin hadn’t been exaggerating when he told me that she is a wildcat in bed. She is the perfect combination of sexy and daring. I watched her as she played with herself, and I could barely contain myself. I wanted to grab my cock and jack off or shove it into her pussy. But I held back because my time would come.
And that time is now.
The moment she came down from her orgasm, I step closer to her.
“Was that good?” I ask her.
She nods and glances at me through hooded eyes. I push her against the door, pinning one wrist above her head. I grab her breast that is showing and squeeze it. I pinch her nipple the same way she’d done until she whimpers. I’m not hurting her. I keep it on the edge of actual pain. But I am going to show her who is in control.
I let go of her breast only to push her panties down lower. She closes her legs when her panties are on her knees, and they fall to the floor. She steps skillfully out of them, and I know she’s done it before.
I push her legs apart again and my fingers find her pussy. I find her clit and she gasps, sensitive after her orgasm. I push my fingers into her, and I’m met with a wetness that makes my dick throb.
“You’re so wet, my dirty little whore,” I say.
She moans. My words are egging her on just as much as my fingers are. I pump my hand up and down, finger fucking her for a moment. When I let go of her, she whimpers again.
“You want more?” I ask. She swallows and nods. “Yeah, I didn’t think that would be enough for you. You’re hungry, aren’t you?”
I undo my buckle, unzip my pants, and pull out my cock. I am rock hard, my flesh heavy in my hand. She lifts her leg a little, and I wrap my hand around her thigh, lifting her leg higher. I let go of her wrist and focus on her body. Her one tit still hangs out, and I grab it again, massaging it roughly. She moans softly. I aim for her pussy and press the head of my cock against her entrance. She puts her hands on my shoulders to steady herself, and I push into her.
Her body stretches and yields as I push into her.
“God, you’re tight,” I say. “If you weren’t this good at it, I would have sworn you’re a virgin.” She gasps as I push as deep into her as I can before pulling out again. “But you fuck often,” I say and slam into her, harder this time. She cries out.
“Shh, babe, the music out there isn’t that loud.”
She nods. Her lips are parted, her dark eyes are glazed, and her pupils are dilated. Her brunette hair hangs into her face, and she makes one hell of a sight, her body ready for the taking, more than half exposed.
I start fucking her against the door, sliding my cock in and out of her. Her walls grip me as I pump into her, and she whimpers and moans. Her cries get louder and louder. I press my lips against hers, kissing her.
“If you don’t stay quiet, I might have to gag you,” I say.
She moans. God, she eats up my words. I don’t meet a lot of women that respond to dirty talk the way she does.
I fuck her harder still. The door makes a thumping sound as we bang it into the frame. If someone walks past, they will hear it, and we will be interrupted. That won’t do.
I pull out of her. She lowers her leg and stands in front me, breathing hard. I put my hand behind her neck and pull her in for a kiss, probing her with my tongue, penetrating her. When I break the kiss, I spin her around so she faces away from me. I bend her over, one hand on her hip and the other on her back. Her ass points at me, and she wiggles it.
I groan. “God, kitten, I want to come all over you.”
She is wet. Her pussy lips are bare and glistening with our sex. I guide my cock to her entrance and push into her again. Carly braces herself with her hands on the door. Her back is arched, and I run my hand up and back down her spine.
I fuck her again, my dick pumping in and out of her pussy, and it’s a sight to behold. Her ass cheeks jiggle back and forth as I fuck her, and she makes gasping sounds, keeping it down this time. My balls slap against her pussy with every stroke, and I wish she would come again because of it.
She tips her head up, and her dark hair is splayed over her back. I reach for it and grab a handful of the stuff. She cries out when I do, losing control of her silence. I pull back her head as gently as my control would allow, and I hold her in a position where her back is arched, her ass perfectly on display while I slide my cock in and out of her. Her gasping and moaning get louder again.
I don’t hold on to her for too long, for fear of her moaning becoming too loud. Instead, I let go of her hair, reach for her face, and find her mouth. She turns her head and sucks two of my fingers into her mouth. Her tongue swirls around my fingers, searing hot, and I can just imagine what it would be like to fuck her mouth.
I have to pull out. I stop fucking her for the sake of holding back my own orgasm. If we carry on like this, I am going to come inside her long before I’m done with my fun.
I slow my pace right down, stroking slowly in and out of her to control my own urges. She lets go of my fingers, and I reach around to her tits. My fingers are still wet with her saliva, and I rub my fingers around her nipple. I slide my hand farther down her body, over her ribs, her lower abdomen, and between her legs. I bend my body over hers and finger her clit.
She gasps. Her hair on her back brushes against my cheek, and I rub her clit in circles while I pump in and out of her. She gasps and moans, and her body shudders beneath me. Her walls tighten around my cock, and I know she is getting closer.
A moment later, she cries out. Her body clamps down around mine, and I feel the pleasure roll through her body as she holds her breath for a moment at her peak.
She breathes hard again, and her body pulsates around mine. If I were coming right now, she’d be milking me dry. But I’m not there yet, and I don’t want to be.
When her orgasm is almost over, I straighten again and put my hands on her hips. I hold onto her and fuck her hard. I pound in and out of her, her pussy tight around me, her body drinking me in.
I fuck her as hard and as long as I can before I can’t hold out anymore. I slow down, then I stop.
When I pull out, she gasps, and it sounds like a cross between a complaint and relief.
She stands up straight and turns to me. We are both breathing hard. The smell of sex hangs in the room, and my scent mixes with hers. Her skin is flush and her lips are parted when she looks at me. We aren’t done yet, not even close. We are just taking a breather. We need that. The sex is more intense than I’ve had in a while. It takes a hell of a lot out of me, even before I’ve orgasmed.
Carly steps closer to me, and I pull her against me for a kiss. She is all sensual and erotic now. But not emotional. It’s rare to find a woman that isn’t emotional when it comes to sex–I hate those that get all attached when it is just supposed to be a good fuck–but Carly seems to have her head in the right place.