He has a perfect fucking body. Sculpted like a Greek statue, all long lean muscles. I trace his pecs, all the way down to his washboard abs, my fingers running over every inch of him.
“Missy…” His breath tickles my cheek, my neck. “I want to devour you.”
At the same time, he reaches up to gently brush my hair back from my neck. Then he kisses his way along my jawline, to that sensitive spot right at the base, below my ear. There, he nips lightly at my skin, just hard enough to make me gasp, to make my hips buck up against his.
Fuck. I can already feel him, hard as a rock, straining against the seam of his jeans.
His free hand slides around to grip my ass, hard, pulling me up against him so sharply that his cock digs into my pussy, just over my clit, making me moan and rock against him, already aching for more. My clit feels swollen with want, and with every buck of his hips against mine, pushing me back against the tree, I can feel myself getting wetter.
“Fuck me,” I breathe, with all the energy I have left for coherent speech. “Please.”
He grins, his lips still pressed into the crook of my neck, and chuckles softly against my skin. “I knew you wanted this.” He reaches down to hook a thumb under the edge of my panties, and with a deft tug, pulls them down, letting them drop to the ground between us, once they’re free of my hips.
I gasp, feeling the cool night air against the lips of my pussy, knowing that I’m soaking wet. Eager for him.
But then he pulls away from me, his hands still pinning me against the tree. “You made me wait, Missy,” he says, his eyes flashing dangerously in the dark. “Now it’s your turn.”
I open my mouth to protest, but he’s already dropping to his knees in the loamy dirt of Senior Row. He spreads my thighs with his hands, then slides one hand between my legs to grip my ass. With the other, he gently parts my pussy lips. They open with a wet sound, and he grins up at me, only his teeth and the whites of his eyes visible, because it’s so dark right now.
“Someone’s eager for me,” he says, smirking.
“Maybe,” I reply, my chin rising, though I keep my eyes on his. I wish it were brighter, wish I could savor the full sight of Keanen Kross on his knees before me right now. But I’m glad it isn’t, too, because this way nobody who walks past will see us.
Still, it makes my heart beat faster to know how exposed we are, how anyone might stumble across us. There’s a thrill to it, electricity that’s part fear, part daring.
Then Keanen pushes his face between my thighs, and I forget all about anyone or anything else.
His tongue parts the folds of my pussy, dragging along my slit deftly, and I groan, both hands dropping down to wind through his hair. He laps at me, long, slow strokes designed to drive me wild. My hips buck up off the tree against his face, and my hands curl of their own accord into fists, buried in his hair.
He starts to lick harder, faster. My hips rock with his motions, my lips parted, as my breath comes faster. “Fuck… Keanen…” I manage to murmur, any other words too difficult to formulate right now.
Then he flattens his tongue into a thick blade, and pushes it inside me.
I cry out faintly, hoping the trees will muffle the sound. Keanen doesn’t stop. He curls his tongue inside me, stroking along my inner wall, lapping at me like he’s starving and I’m the only meal he’s eaten in days. He thrusts his tongue into me over and over, merciless.
At the same time, his hands grip my ass tightly, crushing my hips against his face. I buck against him, my hips thrusting as his tongue strokes over my G-spot again and again.
“Oh GOD… don’t… stop.” My breath comes in pants now, and it’s all I can do to keep myself upright, my knees locked into place and my hands buried in his hair. This feels so fucking good; he feels so fucking good.
But a moment later, he ignores my words, and pulls back, grinning up at me, his lips glistening, wet from my pussy. “I want you to come for me,” he says.
“Yes, God yes,” I pant.
“Loudly,” he adds, and I hesitate, my breath catching. He smirks, enjoying himself. Fuck.
“Yes,” I murmur, because fuck it, I mean it. I don’t care if anyone sees us right now. I need this. I need him. Before I can say another word, his mouth is back over my pussy, his tongue lapping over my clit now, and I couldn’t be quiet even if I were trying.
I cry aloud as he licks my swollen clit, so hard and fast that the orgasm hits me almost at once. My whole body shakes, and I pin my hips against his face as he continues to lap at me, as sparks dance along the edges of my vision.
When he pulls away, I’m dimly aware of how loudly I yelled, how anyone might come now, find us here. I don’t care, and he doesn’t seem to either. I reach for him the second he’s back on his feet and pull his body into mine. “Fuck me,” I say.
He leans in to kiss me, hot and heavy with an open mouth. I taste my pussy on his tongue, my flavor mingled with his, and it only turns me on more, makes me ache for him.
When we break apart, he’s grinning. “I want you inside me,” I say, and he bows his head, eyes dancing.
“Your desire is my command.” At the same time, he reaches down for his jeans, undoing the clasp and letting them drop to the ground, not even caring as he kicks them off. His boxers follow next, and oh, fuck.
He’s huge. As big as I imagined. More so. My lips part and I reach down to cup his rock hard shaft. I need both hands to wrap fully around him, hold him between me. I trace his length, admiring the velvet smoothness of his skin, the rock solid core beneath.
He smirks, catching my expression. “Do you think you can handle this, Missy?”
My eyes meet his, flashing. “I’m always up for a challenge.”
He laughs under his breath before he reaches down to free a condom from his pocket. “That’s what I like to hear,” he murmurs, tearing open the packet. Before he can put it on, I take it from him, and slide it over the smooth expanse of his cock, all for the excuse to touch him again.
He watches me, eyes hooded, unreadable. Then he pushes me back against the tree.
“I told you, Missy.” He leans in, pausing with his lips inches from mine. When he speaks again, his breath ghosts across my cheeks. “I always get what I want.” Then he guides his cock to my entrance, spreads my pussy with his free hand, and pushes himself inside me.
A low, guttural groan escapes me as he delves into my pussy. He moves slowly at first, pushing in an inch and withdrawing, then pushing in further with the next thrust. He gives me time to adjust to his girth.
At the same time, he reaches down with one hand and guides my leg up and around his waist. I wrap it around him, pinned against the tree. Then my breath catches as he cups my other leg. In one swift move, he lifts me off the ground and pins me between his body and the tree. When he pulls me toward him this time, his cock slides all the way inside me, deep and thick, making my cry out faintly with pleasure.
I have never felt stuffed this full in my entire life.
I hook both legs around his waist, my arms tight around his shoulders, and lean back just far enough to meet his gaze.
“You like that?” he asks quietly. Then he pulls back, thrusts deep into me again, harder this time. “You like my cock inside your tight pussy?”