I listened to her breathing hitch as I wrapped my other hand around her waist, curling my fingers into her lush body. I squeezed the flesh ever-so-gently, just to see what her reaction would be. The way her pupils dilated and her breath caught had my cock jerking behind my fly. I wanted her naked, spread out before me on my bed, my scent surrounding her, Macey’s sweet fucking aroma engrained in my head.
I wanted to feast on her body.
She shifted on her feet slightly, and the scent of oranges and vanilla, like delicious sweet sherbet on a warm summer day, came from her. I held in my moan of approval, tightened my hand that was wrapped around her waist, and breathed out, trying to control myself. I’d have her soon enough; there was no doubt about that.
“I need you in my room, Macey. I don’t want to rush this, to rush you, but I need you so fucking badly.”
And when she nodded, when I knew she wanted to give herself over to me as badly as I wanted to give myself to her, I didn’t stop as I took her hand in mine and led her to the one place we could really be together in every filthy fucking way. I mean hell, I could have here anywhere in the house, but the thought of laying her out on my bed, my things, my scent covering her, made this primal part of me rise up.
Once up the stairs, down the hallway, and in my room, I let go of her hand and watched as she stepped farther inside. She turned and faced me just as I shut the door, closing us in.
Things were going so fucking fast, but I didn’t care, and I could see neither did she. Macey was right here in this damn moment, ready for me, going with it, because it felt so fucking right.
I could have switched on the light in my room, but the glow from the moon coming through the open curtains washed her in this pretty silvery glow. It turned me on.
“The bed, Macey,” I found myself grunting out, and when she turned around and started walking toward it without any hesitation, I couldn’t stop myself from staring at the perfectly round globes her ass. I needed her out of those damn jeans now.
When she reached the bed, she turned around, and I forced myself not to grab my cock and stroke myself through my sweatpants at how fucking hot Macey looked. I felt this insatiable need to be with her, to fuck her like I was some kind of damn animal. And right now, all I wanted to do was rip off every stitch of her clothing, lay her back on my bed, spread her creamy thighs, and shove my dick deep in her body, making her take every last inch of me.
That thought had me stilling. What would she do? How would she react when she finally saw what I was packing? I wasn’t an arrogant bastard, especially not where looks or physique were concerned, but I knew my dick was huge, thick and long, a good ten inches of hard steel when erect.
My cock was throbbing, aching, and my balls were drawn up tight to my body. I could feel how much I needed to fill Macey full of my cum, my balls heavy with my seed.
Her long, brown hair was in a braid, some strands hanging loose from it, wisps moving along her temples. I was about to tear Macey up in only the best of ways.
“You look like you want to eat me alive,” she whispered, and I heard the underlying moan in her voice.
God, she had no fucking idea how true that statement was.
“Tell me what you want, Macey, and I’ll give it to you.” I wanted her to talk dirty to me, to be obscene in what she needed from me.
She took a moment to answer, and then I watched as she swallowed, her chest rising and falling faster and quicker as she started breathing harder.
She was primed for me. I could tell.
“I just want you,” she whispered, and I groaned.
I took a step forward, my focus trained right on her.
There was no way I could control myself where she was concerned. I wanted her too fucking badly. Macey had big breasts, ones that tightened the material of her shirt every time she inhaled. Her nipples were hard, and I wanted to tear the material away and feast on her tits, run my tongue along her neck, taste how sweet her skin was. I wanted to suck on her nipples and see if I could make them harder.
Macey licked her plump, red lips.
I stopped when I was a foot from her. “Take your clothes off, and do it nice and slow for me, Macey. I want to appreciate the view as you reveal yourself to me.” My voice had gone so fucking deep from my arousal.
She listened to me right away, and I felt a thrill of pleasure move through me at the fact that she obeyed. When she had her shirt removed, I stared at her breasts all but popping free of the confines of her lacy bra. My mouth watered. I reached down and palmed my cock through my sweats. My dick was harder than I’d ever felt it, and I had no doubt pre-cum lined the slit and started to make a wet spot in the front of my boxer briefs. The image of her on her knees in front of me, lapping up the seed that spilled out the crown of my dick for her, played through my head on repeat.
My body positively fucking ached, craved to be inside of her, to feel how tight, hot, and wet her cunt was, if her body would squeeze me like a vice.
She let her shirt fall to the ground then went for her bra, removing the material so damn slow it was almost torture.
“Yeah, just like that, baby,” I said low, watching as she let the bra fall to the floor. I stared at those big, glorious breasts, tipped with dark-pink nipples, the peaks taut, hard as if she needed my mouth on them. My tongue swelled, and I could practically taste her flesh.
I was by her in the next second, tearing at the rest of her clothes, needing them off of her. When her pants and panties were nothing but tattered remains by our feet, I pressed my chest to hers and just revealed in how good she felt. But I only allowed myself that pleasure for a second.
I pulled back and reached out, grabbing both breasts in my hands, molding my fingers around the soft flesh, and then lowering my face to those luscious mounds. I licked at the turgid peaks, sucked on them until she was breathing hard for me and had her hands on my shoulders, her nails in my flesh. I didn’t stop, couldn’t, didn’t even think about ending this moment. But if I didn’t slow the fuck down, I wouldn’t be able to feel how tight and hot her pussy was.
I pulled back and looked down to see how red her areolas were, how tight I’d made her nipples. The tips were elongated from my suctioning, and the scent of her desire filled my head.
Straightening fully, I glanced down at her and rubbed my thumb along her bottom lip, thinking of all the nasty fucking things I wanted to have her do with that pretty mouth of hers. God, I was filthy in this moment.
I was to the point where I was almost too far-gone that if I didn’t control myself, I’d end this before it started because I’d come in my damn pants.
There was no more waiting. I couldn’t I all but ripped the sweatpants and boxer briefs off my body, grabbed my dick, and stroked it from root to tip, all the while staring at her. The crown of my shaft was slick with pre-cum, and I used my thumb to smear the fluid around the tip. And the way Macey looked down at my cock had me groaning.
Yeah, she liked what she saw.
“You’re huge,” she whispered then looked at my face with wide eyes, almost as if she were shocked she said it out loud.
And when she licked her lips, I let out this almost primal sound.
“You can take it all.” I grunted those words out then smirked. “You want to, don’t you? You want to try to see how many of this big, fat inches you can fit in your mouth and in that pretty pussy of yours.”