Daisy - Sex Stories

Daisy

... would.

Aiden licked up between her breasts. Daisy eased down on his stiff rod. The familiar fit of him was such a pleasure. She closed her eyes and let her head fall back.

Aiden wanted more of her, wanted to be inside her completely. He reached beneath her. He used his own strength to lift her so her legs went over each arm of the chair as she faced him, her ass in his hands. Aiden controlled the ways she rose and fell on his cock. His eyes lifted from her breasts to her face and saw the rapture. Beyond her, the storm clouds parted once more and the full moon was large in the sky, like a big, glowing ball of light forcing away the darkness. It’s how she felt when he had her when he was buried deep inside of her. Her pussy was so warm, tight and so snug, it made their connection unbreakable. She had the power to make him forget, to push away his darkness. He wanted more of it, whatever it was. He wanted to possess her and drain her of it.

Daisy’s hair, frizzed, blew away from her face. Free of makeup, she was the most beautiful creature he’d ever seen. He drove her hard on his cock, determined to have all of her, and felt her tense under the assault. Daisy responded by moving as best she could in the awkward positioning, holding on to his shoulders. Her breasts lifted, arching toward him, her dark berries for nipples beckoning. Aiden attacked one, then the next. He sucked hard, then soft, ignoring her whimpers and groaning, himself. He wanted to fuck her between her ...

... pretty titties but he couldn’t let go of the way he held her. He would have her that way the next time. He was certain there would be more. With his lust came a maddening sense of entitlement over the girl he told himself meant nothing.

Aiden grunted and lifted them from the chair, holding her close. She clung to him, so filled with him she barely knew of the position change. Aiden went to his knees careful not to hurt her, oblivious to the pain the drop to the deck sent through him. Slowly, with her creamy thighs locked around his hips, and her moving on his dick, he laid her back on the cool deck. He pumped and ground himself into her.

The wind picked up and with it came the rain. Sprinkles fell at first, then more: Aiden didn’t notice. He kept going. Forcing one of her legs back until it touched her shoulder, he opened her wider to him. Grunting, he merged himself with the softness that set his blood to boiling.

She kissed him back. Kissed his face, and under his neck. The rains came harder, washing over them. And all the while, with his encouragement, he forced her to stretch muscles she didn’t know she had. All the while, God help her, she loved it. She loved the way their wet bodies glided over each other, the heat and passion the movements drove through her. He rolled to his back and pulled her on top. He slid the robe from her shoulders and watched her ride him in the moonlight. She thrust her hips back and forth, her body now alive. She pressed her hands to ...