Chapter 45: Bad Girl *
She smiled a devilish smile that made David’s dick even harder than it already was.
The hand under her blouse didn’t stop moving. He rolled hard nipples between his fingers and pulled. She moaned.
He laughed softly. "Are you done pretending to be angry now?"
"I wasn’t pretending," she replied, her breathing now becoming breathy.
He moved his hand from behind her head, brought it to her lips, and used his thumb to trace her bottom lip.
The atmosphere between them was hot and heavy. He pushed two fingers in her mouth.
"Suck," he said. His eyes flicked from her eyes to her lips.
She hollowed her cheeks and obeyed. Her tongue lapped between his fingers like she was starving for the taste of him.
"Good girl," David murmured.
He withdrew his fingers, listening to the wet sounds of his fingers coming out of her mouth.
"Take off your clothes, then get on your knees." He leaned back into the sofa and took off his shorts.
Stacey stood, legs somewhat unsteady. She peeled off her blouse and her bra without preamble. Her tits broke free from their confines, bouncing as they did.
Her breasts were magnificent, thought David. Her nipples were a dark pink, and he couldn’t take his eyes off them. The way they moved had him swallowing hard.
Her shorts and panties came next, then she lowered herself onto the floor, her hands resting on her thighs.
Seeing her like this, his cock throbbed. He pulled off his shirt and tossed it aside. The precum welled up from the slit, ready to fall at any time. He histed himself once, one slow pull.
The precum spilled over the head, and he slapped the wet head on her right breast.
It sounded wet. Stacey gasped, and her breast jiggled. He did it again on the left.
"See, definitely pretending. Saying you’re angry, but you’re on your knees. You love it. The thrill."
She looked up at him, eyes full of defiance.
He clicked his tongue. "Don’t give me those eyes." He shook his dick slightly. He stretched out a hand and placed it behind her head. He guided her face towards his cock. "Suck it."
Stacey didn’t hesitate. No matter how much she pretended to be angry, when it came time for sex, she didn’t have a bone in her body that would refuse.
She lunged forward. Her mouth latched onto his shaft. She sucked him like she was hungry for it. She didn’t hesitate or tease; she took him deep. Her throat opened for him, stealing the air from his lungs.
He groaned. "Fuck. Still can’t believe how good you are at this." He stared down at her, looking at the way her cheeks hollowed and bulged. "This is what you were made for...fuck."
She moaned around his dick. Her head bobbed faster, spit slicked her chin, her breasts swayed with the rhythm.
"Came for confrontation, now you’re drooling on my cock."
Her eyes met his, and David couldn’t help the strangled sound that came from his throat. He licked his lips, still murmuring.
"So quick to get on your knees." His voice was gravelly. The suction was unbearable. He couldn’t stop himself from bucking into her mouth.
Both hands went behind her head, grabbing fistfuls of hair. He fucked her face, watching tears and spit on her face.
She didn’t give up and gave as good as she got. David couldn’t hold out and erupted in her mouth. She swallowed everything, coughing as he pulled out.
His head lolled onto the sofa, his breathing heavy.
Stacey wiped her mouth, licking the away the bits of cum from around her lips. She looked at him and waited.
It didn’t take long for him to be back in the saddle.
He looked down at her aggrieved face. He laughed.
"Come up," he rasped as his cock hardened. "Ride me."
She stood, and David saw it, the glistening between her legs. Her pussy lips were puffy, but it did nothing to stop her slick from running down her thigh.
She didn’t scramble onto his lap; instead, she sucked him first, getting him harder with each suction. Only when he was aching did she sink onto his cock.
She even shot him a cocky grin before climbing up.
As her pussy swallowed him, she couldn’t help screaming. This might not be her first time on a cock, but Stacey took pride in ensuring she trained her pussy.
No matter who it was, no one could complain that her pussy didn’t grip their cock just right.
David felt her walls move around him. He quickly held onto her waist. He didn’t give him time to adjust. It was one thing he liked about Stacey. She took what she wanted.
She was wild. Her hips moved with a frantic rhythm that made the sofa groan under them. Her breasts moved upward every time she slammed onto him.
David couldn’t stop himself when he saw the humongous knockers in his face. His mouth watered. He fastened his lips around her left nipple and sucked hard. She moaned and rode him harder.
He released her nipple, then buried his face in her breasts. They were warm, soft and pillowy. His hands lifted the massive globes, kneading, stroking, and rubbing them against his face.
His words were muffled as he continued to play with them. "Like pillows. My pillows." He ran his tongue from one nipple to the next. Sometimes putting them together to suck on them both.
He could feel Stacey’s pussy almost pulsing on his cock. He looked up at her from her pillowy breasts. She was biting her lips; her head was pulled back.
He didn’t want to release the pillows, so he used her momentum. He bucked upwards, still playing with her breasts. He bit and nibbled on her nipples.
He matched her thrusts with his own. He felt the muscles flutter around his cock. Using one hand, he hefted both breasts, still insistent on not letting them go. His other hand wrapped around her waist.
He followed her frantic pace until he felt her orgasm. She was a gushing, squirting mess. The liquid splashed between them, making obscene wet sounds.
Feeling the walls milking him, he couldn’t help his own orgasm that rushed out of him. He buried his dace in her breasts. He pressed her down, letting himself completely release, then he sagged against her.
After a long moment, he lifted his head. He looked at the mess on the sofa. He smacked her ass.
"Go upstairs."
Stacey rose with trembling legs. His cum trickled out of her, creating a path down her inner thigh.
He watched as he walked up the stairs. He watched her legs twitch as she took her steps.
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