Chanel and Ethan 22 - Sex Stories

Chanel and Ethan 22

... and I shiver again. “F-fuck,” I stutter and wrap my legs around him to keep him still. He know what this does to me. But he doesn’t stop. He glides out of my wetness almost all the way, and when he pushes back in I feel like I might have a seizure. “E-e-ethan,” I cry out and he finally takes pity on me. Making sure he’s buried as deep as he can go, he stills himself and lets me regain composure. As he waits, he flexes his dick inside me, knowing full well that I’ll be able to feel all of it. And I do. With absolutely no vaginal wall untouched, I shiver again. When I look at him he smiles at me. “You’re awful,” I whisper and he feigns a hurt expression. Ethan lowers himself to put his mouth to my ear. “From the orgasm I just gave you, I expected something much nicer to come out of your mouth.” I smile at his words and shake my head. He plants a kiss against my neck and starts slowly fucking me. I keep my legs around him, and when he hits that very deep spot, my nails make contact with his skin. Ethan grabs first one, then my other hand from his shoulders and pins them above me on the bed. My top half stretched out beneath him, he keeps hold of my hands while he humps me. His face is right in front of mine, and I lean just far enough and lightly kiss his bottom lip. He thrusts deep inside me and puts his mouth on mine. Our kissing matches our pace, not too slow, but not too quick. After a moment, our fingers intertwine together and he moves my arms slightly lower. We hold ...

... hands as he keeps them pinned to the bed, and I kiss him passionately. When my hips start meeting his thrust for thrust, he pulls himself up and releases my hands. Ethan greedily grabs my hips and picks me up and he rises to kneel in front of me. My shoulder blades are pressed into the mattress as he fucks me, my ass easily six inches from the bed. He keeps his sure hold on my hips as he stares down at me panting. With my palms against the bed, I open my thighs impossibly further and starts humping him back. Ethan picks up his pace and soon I feel a tingling starting deep inside my cunt. “Harder,” I beg him and he does. Pounding himself into me, his quick, sharp rhythm makes my stomach flip. “Shit,” I hiss as the head of his cock pokes my cervix over and over. Before I can blink, Ethan grabs my waist and rolls us over, me now on top of him. “Fuck me Chanel,” his rough voice demands and I comply. I place my delicate hands on his large chest and circle my hips above him. I moan and pant and flip my long hair away from my face. The thick, dark waves sway against my back as I fuck him with pleasure. My perfect, firm ass is in his hands and he’s guiding me exactly how he wants it. I can feel his body becoming more rigid beneath me, and I know he’s close. The thought of him cumming spikes my own climb, and my movements become more desperate. Back and forth, up and down my incredibly tight pussy is wrapped around him, milking his thickness. I drop myself on him and gasp from the ...