Read Story: SEASON 2 EPISODE 152
The tips of my fingers brushed the edge of her stockings, then found her bare skin—soft, hot, better than any fabric. Heat radiated from her core, enough to melt ice in seconds. Dampness clung to the spots where thigh met groin, a slick testament to her need.
She tugged on me again, more insistent this time.
“We’ve waited long enough, don’t you think?”
I leaned forward, bracing my hands on either side of her. Slowly, deliberately, I pressed my hips forward until the head of my cock nudged against something impossibly hot and wet.
“Can I have a taste?” I murmured.
Natalie grinned, lifting the finger she’d just had inside herself and holding it out to me.
I studied it, glistening with her juices. The scent was intoxicating—clean, sharp… hers. My mouth watered.
She pressed her finger to my lips, and I opened them just enough to let her in. My tongue rolled over her skin, savoring her taste, already regretting that I hadn’t done this sooner. I sucked her finger clean, every drop of nectar, while my cock mirrored the act—sliding between her soaked lips.
She was so wet I sank into her in one thrust.
Natalie gasped, her lips parting, her eyes going wide as I buried myself to the hilt.
“Oh, fuck, Marcus!”
I spat Natalie’s finger out and reached for one of her bra cups, pulling it down to capture a dark brown nipple in my mouth. She squealed, her hands wrapping behind my head, fingers digging into my scalp.
I moved to the other breast, peeling the cup down before teasing that nipple with my tongue and teeth. Her back arched into me, her hips grinding against mine as I stayed buried deep inside her.
And then I started to truly make love to her. To Natalie. The woman I’d spent a year longing for.
I worked myself in and out of her, slow and deliberate, kissing my way down the center of her chest. My lips explored the deep ravine between her tits—the spot I’d stolen glances at for hours when I thought she wasn’t looking.
I traced upward, between her collarbones, across the hollow of her throat, up the smooth caramel skin of her neck. I mapped her jawline with lips and teeth, my tongue tasting, sampling, indulging in all the things I’d once only fantasized about—things that would have sent me to HR if I’d dared back then.
And she gave it all back. Her legs stayed locked around my waist, keeping me buried inside her, but she devoured me as hungrily as I did her. Her lips wandered over my cheeks, my neck, my shoulders, until they found mine again. We ate each other alive, kissing, gasping, panting as I thrust into her dripping heat. Her juices ran down my cock, coating my thighs. Her scent filled the air—thick, intoxicating, as overwhelming as the smell of bacon curling off a skillet in the morning, only far dirtier, far more primal.
There’s no way to make it sound prettier than it was: our first fuck was raw… intense… hungry.
We rode the knife-edge between making love and animal frenzy. She couldn’t keep her lips off me. I couldn’t keep my hands off her. Her eyes gleamed with overdue desire, her shallow breaths shuddering in the thick haze of our lust.
Natalie came hard. Her nails clawed into my back, scoring fire down my spine as she clung to me. She buried her face against my neck, murmuring things I couldn’t understand. Moisture traced my jawline—I couldn’t tell if it was sweat or tears.
Her hips kept pumping against me, chasing every aftershock of the climax I’d given her. And before the tremors even ended, another ripped through her.
“Oh my God! Oh my God! Marcus! Marcus! Oh God!”
She clung like she was afraid to lose me. When her lips found mine again, I tasted salt—tears mixed with sweat.
I propped myself up on my elbows, thrusting feverishly as I kissed her face—her lips, her nose, her eyes. I brushed hair back from her forehead and laid a trail of kisses across it.
“Oh, god,” she whispered as she lifted her face, trying to kiss my lips but getting my chin instead. “You’re so much…”
I lowered my lips to hers again, reveling in what I’d longed to feel for so long. The speed of my thrusts increased as I lost myself in her…
And blew my load deep inside her just in time to feel another orgasm rip through her.
We both cried out as release washed over us—her tearing my back to ribbons while I carved out her insides with a cock that wouldn’t go soft.
It was a long fucking night.
The next day was even longer.
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