The Sexy Hunk Next Door - 5

I should have said no but as the door to the bedroom flew open, all sense of reasoning were left behind. His hands were under my ass while he kept me in the air, moving towards the bed.

He dropped me on it and immediately, his mouth found mine in a heated kiss. He slid his to give into my mouth, and I could taste how sweet he was.

He went down and started kissing my body, went from my lips to my neck, sucking on my skin and leaving his trail on it. He cupped and squeezed my breasts hard and seconds later I was begging him to take my shirt off.

He pulled them over my head, I reach behind to unclasps my bra when his hands stopped me midway. "I'll do it, but not now."

He hooked his hands into the waistband of my trouser and pulled it down to my ankle. His eyes stayed on mine as he slid the trousers all the way off, slow like he wanted me to feel every damn second of it.

I could feel my chest rising and falling too fast already, and he hadn't even really started yet.

I couldn't even speak, couldn't tell him to slow down or wait, I just stayed trapped underneath. I almost felt a moan leave my lips the second I felt his hands on my bare thighs. They were warm and firm, spreading me open like he had every right to.

I waited for him to go straight but he waited, feeling the inner of my thighs and running a trail of wet kisses along them, up and down my legs. I shuddered with pleasure from the sensation, my core itching for action.

When his mouth finally touched me, I almost jerked off the bed. My fingers went into his hair before I even knew I'd moved, holding him there, maybe begging without words. He licked my folds, slow at first, lazy, like he had all afternoon to torture me. Then he sucked on my clit and my hips lifted on their own.

"ohh, fuck. Please don't stop." I begged, moaning and writhing as he ate my pussy. His hands slid beneath me and groped my ass, using it to lift me off the bed and into his touch.

I rocked my hips as he licked my folds open, sucking hard as his tongue went deep into my heat.

The pressure built so fast it was almost unfair, and I was right there, right on the edge and ready to let go.

Then he pulled back. "Not yet."

My whole body was shaking and I might've cursed at him, but he just smirked, wiping his mouth with the back of his han.

Before I could breathe properly, he flipped me over onto my stomach. My cheek hit the pillow, my knees were pulled apart and then he was behind me, pressing in.

I gasped when I felt how hard he was, the heat of his cock sliding along my slit was intense, then finally, he pushed inside, stretching my pussy to fit his thick cock.

It was… deeper this way. Almost too much, but exactly enough. My hands grabbed the sheets so tight my knuckles hurt. He started thrusting slow, each long and dragged out stroke hitting and filling me completely before pulling almost all the way out.

My head dropped forward, hair falling over my face, and all I could hear was the slap of skin slapping skin and his low breathing behind me.

He leaned down and removed the hook of my bra, letting my breasts spill under me. His hand reach and took one of them, squeezing hard while he pounded me from behind.

His fingers dug into my hips harder and he sped up, the bed starting to creak under us. Every move made me moan louder, and I didn't even care anymore who heard. My boyfriend had never, never made me feel like this. Not once.

His hand reached around and found my clit, rubbing hard and fast, and I nearly collapsed. My body tensed and I felt the pleasure shooting through me like I couldn't control it, and I came so hard on his cock I that I forgot how to breathe for a second.

He didn't stop though. He kept going, fucking me through my orgasm, until my arms gave out and I fell forward onto the bed.

"You felt tight that I almost came," he whispered in my ear as he licked it. "Too bad though, I'm far from done."

He flippede.on the bed again, my back on it and legs hanging in the air.

This time he hooked my legs over his shoulders and went deeper than I thought was possible. My back arched, and a raw sound spilling from my throat. A moan I didn't want to control. "Harder. Please fuck me harder."

He filed and his pace increased. His hip moved in a blue, and all I could hear were the sounds of his hip slapping my ass, my moan filling the room and his grunt every time I squeezed my walls on his cock.

He moved even faster, each thrust hitting something inside me that made sparks go off behind my eyes.

His thumb came down on me again and I swore, my voice was high and breathless, as another wave hit me, smaller this time but still stealing my air.

I was gripping his arms now, nails digging in, holding on because it felt like I'd float away if I didn't.

He picked me up and I was pressed against him, my breasts squeezed on his chest. His hands held my ass while he piston in and out of my pussy aggressively.

"Ohhh fuck... right there, please right there," I moaned as I felt his cock hitting my g-spot over and over. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer, my breaths ragged and uneven.

The way he was fucking me, the way he was handling me, this was leagues ahead of how my boyfriend ever fucked me.

I felt him throb in me and I knew he was close. I squeezed down on his cock and pulled back, watching him unravel and emptied his balls inside my pussy, the heat and intensity making me cum all over again.

I was ruined now. For him.

And my boyfriend… would never have a chance in hell of touching me the same way again.