“So, this is my place.” Nerves tightened my chest, as I led Paul into my rather large efficiency apartment, and I kicked off my shoes stiffly before shutting the door behind us. My room was moderately clean to the point that it didn’t stress me out, still, it was obviously lived in. The coffee table at the end of my king-sized bed had mail scattered across it, and an empty mug sat on the window sill less than a foot away.

That was right next to a pile of cigarette butts in a glass ashtray, and I jumped to toss it out of the open window, but I was too late. When I turned around, Paul was watching me from under arched brows.

“I don’t smoke - I had a friend over a few days ago and forgot to throw them out.” My excuse sounded like a big, fat lie despite being true, but Paul didn’t try to call me out as he closed the few feet between us. Holding my breath in quivering lungs, a strangled whimper lodged in my throat when his palms cupped my cheeks.

Paul’s kiss sent shockwaves rippling violently down my neck and chest, and he pushed his tongue impatiently past my teeth. Wrapping my arms weakly around his shoulders, I gave in to his erotic probing as his tongue tangled with mine. Sweeping along the roof of my mouth, he left a thick trail of saliva in his wake that caused my taste buds to tingle. His chapped lips stole my breath, and I shuttered my eyelids tight as he forced me back.

My knees hit the edge of my bed, and Paul cupped the back of my head while his other hand slid down to grab my thigh. Moaning softly, I hopped up to wrap my legs around his waist and grind against the bulge in his jeans. He had no hair to grab onto, but my fingers found no problems gripping his shirt. Even with the fabric between us, the thick muscles shifting just under his skin played against my fists, and I pulled and tugged in a mindless, wordless request.

“Tasty –” Paul broke our contact only for the shortest, most frantic second, to tear off his shirt, before he attacked my neck with sloppy, open-mouthed kisses. A hot pink mist invaded my mind, and I shivered and groaned when he flicked my artery with the tip of his tongue.

He knew just which buttons to push, and an experienced body lowered me onto my bed to drape over me. The heat of him seeped into my flesh, and goose bumps prickled my skin when his harsh, cold breathe swept down between my breasts.

Following the trail he’d created, Paul made his way to my chest as it heaved in gasping pants. His hand on my thigh sailed heavily around my hip and up, dragging my dress along, and I lifted my hips with a moan. Compared to his touch, my cotton dress felt silky smooth and his fingertips crept up without so much as a shiver to halt their journey north.

“Oh-h… yeah-h-“I moaned loudly when Paul squeezed my breast, arching into his touch and tossing my head in ecstasy. He kneaded the tight, heavy globe while his free hand unfastened the zipper down my right side, and he groaned against my sternum before lifting his head. His eyes were almost black, darkened from need, and my breath caught in my throat at how beautiful he was.

“Turn around and put your ass in the air, McKayla.” My muscles jumped to do what Paul demanded, and as I shuffled unsteadily, he tugged at my dress. Once freed, I shivered from expectation while he tossed the fabric to the floor to tease my calves with the feathery sensation of his fingertips. “You’re not going to punch me if I touch your ass, are you?”

“No!” Cracking, my voice escaped my throat as a squawk and I wagged my hips automatically. The heat in my abdomen spilled over into my lace, cream-colored panties, and Paul wasted no time pulling the fabric between my butt cheeks. His lips and teeth assaulted my quivering flesh, and I gripped the sheet underneath me and slid my knees farther apart in wanton need.

Slowly making his way to my center, Paul groaned and squeezed as his saliva dribbled down my thigh. Friction burned my clit and waves of pleasure, thick with anticipation crashed into my heart as he tugged my panties up and down. Licking the thick liquid that stained almost to my knees, he moved my panties to the side as was I reduced to a quivering, needy mess.

“Hah-!” I arched sharply as cold air and saliva hit my flushed, aching folds, and I barely had time to breathe, after my high-pitched moan, before Paul’s tongue surged past my entrance. His teeth grazed my clit, his hands gripped my butt cheeks with bruising force, to keep me in place, and I buried my moans in my mattress. Tonguing my trembling inner walls, his groans and grunts sent shockwaves down my thighs, and I popped my ass out automatically as moan after moan escaped my throat.

“Suck my cock, Babe.” I was panting harshly and blood roared in my ears, but, even then, Paul’s demand couldn’t be drowned out. I glanced behind me from under heavy lids, and my slightly blurred vision became sharper as he shirked off his jeans. His cock sprang free, thick and red, causing saliva to flood my dry mouth and my core throbbed wildly in expectation.

Paul didn’t have a cock that worried me with its size and I could wrap my hand around it, comfortably when he shuffled in front of me. Looming over me, perched high on his knees, he tangled his fists in my hair tightly as I balanced on one arm.

I wrapped my tongue around the bulbous, spongy head of his cock, groaning at the dry, manly taste of him that shot to the back of my mouth and down my spine. Saliva eased his push past my teeth, and his low groan sounded in my ears as he thrust. Whimpers and small moans slipped around his length as I took him deeper, and he tugged on my hair before withdrawing. My lips trembled against his silky, hot skin, and I pumped the base of his cock and sucked in a sharp breath through my nose.

“Oh, God - yes…” Catching his fiery gaze, I feasted on the sight of all of Paul’s muscles bunching and shifting under the coarse, sparse hairs that coated his chest. I slid down his length, hollowing out my cheeks to suck, and a pleased groan burst from his throat as he jerked his hips forward. His sac slapped against my chin, and I closed my eyes to focus on the feel of him.

I shivered as raging lust flooded my veins, and I took in the glory that was my mate, as he pushed saliva out from between my cheeks to dribble down my neck. With each thrust, his grunts grew lower, more intense, and I ground shamelessly against my mattress as his pleasure elevated my own.

All too soon, Paul yanked my head back, and I gasped for air as he sat back against the wall to pull me onto his lap. My body moved without thought, and my lips sought his while his hand slipped between my open, quivering thighs. Thick, rough fingers parted my drenched folds, spreading the moisture and fumbling with the crotch of my panties.

There wasn’t time to remove the annoying underwear properly, and I reached between us to palm his cock. My core ached, weeping sweet juices, and Paul thrust up as I sunk down, until the head of his cock pressed insistently against my entrance. Taking a deep, shuddering breath, I cupped his face as his hand gripped my ass hard, and our tongues danced when I finally slid down.

Even as they rolled, my eyes threatened to bulge out of their sockets as he filled me comfortably. A prickling, cold sensation reverberated through every bone in my body, and I wrapped my arms around Paul’s neck and clenched my knees against his hips.

“Yea-a-as-s-!” I hissed out a moan as Paul thrust. I ripped my head away to throw it back in the throes of ecstasy. His cock caressed my walls, his head reaching that spot, so easily that I came nearly came undone. “Oh- oh God…”

“T- tight -“Paul stuttered slightly against my throat, and groaned breathlessly as I moved in time to his steady pace. My heart struggled to beat properly with each thrust, and he pulled my head up to mash his lips onto mine. Our kiss was frantic, words lost under the moans and grunts of our symphony, and I dug my fingernails into his sweat-slicked flesh to move in earnest.

Toppling in mere seconds, Paul rolled onto his back, and I braced my palms against his chest to ride him. Rolling and dipping, I lost myself around him as he groped my breasts shamelessly. Hoarse half-words escaped his throat under my moans, and he slid his hands down to grip my hips and force me down harder.

“Take my cock, Babe- take it - take it - take I t- take I t- take it…” My strangled scream drowned out Paul’s demands, and my final vestige of self-control slipped from my grasp. The orgasm that hit me sent my body into uncontrolled spasms, and I clamped down on his cock as he held me in strong arms to thrust hard and fast. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t hear, and white washed behind my tightly shuttered eyelids as I came with a fury.

The episode refused to die completely, even when I managed a choking gasp, and I would’ve fallen backwards if Paul wasn’t holding me up. His harsh pants flurried around me like a disorientating gale as he jostled until I was underneath him. Slithering around him to hold him close, my arms trembled while his hips nestled between my thighs, and his lips met mine sweetly.

Paul’s thrust stole my breath as I moaned into his mouth, and my knees jerked up. Carefully propping my legs against his elbows, he set deep, easy strokes that only stoked the raging fire in my abdomen.

“Open your eyes for me, Babe.” Whispering hoarsely from above, Paul ground his hips against mine in a thrust that caused pleasure to choke me. Forcing my eyelids apart, I moaned pathetically before something sharp pierced my vision. Snapping open fully, my eyes widened at the fevered glimmer in his orbs.

It almost looked… wild.