Drawing Her Eye - Sex Stories

Drawing Her Eye

... limits. Filled like never before, her head fell back against the wall, her eyes closed and a smile on her pouty lips.

“Fuck,” she whispered, barely audible to her model, “Fuck yes.”

Terry smiled to himself when her head fell on his chest, turning slowly back and forth. His cock pushed slowly in until it was buried to the hilt, his balls against her puckered asshole. Humping excruciatingly slow without pulling out, he felt her body begin to accept the girth of his massive cock. His artist pulled his body tightly to hers with her long legs, grinding her pussy, already impaled, onto his thick cock, moaning in his ears.

“Does it feel good?” Terry asked, withdrawing ever so slowly.

“Yes,” Kerrigan answered in a raspy whisper, “So damned good.”

Terry began to push in again, agonizingly slow, until he was again buried deep in the depths of her sex, pushing her tightly against the wall and grinding his hips against his lover. She swore and cursed while softly biting the skin of his shoulder, urging him to keep going. He knew what she wanted and he knew that she would lose patience while waiting for him to deliver it.

Kerrigan knew what he was doing as well. She also knew that she wanted more than a slow comfortable fuck against the wall. She wanted him to fuck her like the stallion that he was. She knew that he would make her ask for it. With that thought in her head, she just enjoyed the slow rhythm of his controlled and agonizingly slow thrusts. He was, after ...

... all, still a man and would need to increase his pace. It was a matter of who could keep their need in check.

Terry kept his pace steady, fighting his urge to slam his cock harder and faster into his lover’s tight pussy. He could feel the convulsions of her orgasm, though faded into the background, still coursing through her body. He was aware that she was not a person that would beg but he knew that she would eventually give in to her need.

He slid his hands up to her breasts again, lightly teasing her erect nipples, then tracing his fingertips over her ribs on the way back down her warm, white skin. A shiver of nerve endings told him how sensitive her body was to his touch. Cupping her tight ass cheeks, he squeezed and kneaded her soft flesh. His fingertips, wetted by her flowing juices teased at her asshole.

Kerrigan smiled when he touched her behind, wondering if she would like that kind of sex. It would be difficult, she was sure, with a man his size. She knew women who hated it but some confided in her that there was no pleasure like it. Her curiosity was piqued, but her anus was unsure.

Terry smiled again when he felt her clinch her back door. Pushing his digit with a bit more force, his artist’s head fell on his shoulder with a gasp. In and out, he worked his finger only as far as the first joint, feeling the heat at her rear. He could hear her soft moans as he finger fucked her ass.

“That feels amazing,” Kerrigan whispered.

“You like that?” Terry asked ...