Who is the Real Luke Davis? - Sex Stories

Who is the Real Luke Davis?

... slid it down over her thighs, and down her legs to the floor, where she stepped out.

At last they were naked. Neither one had peeked. They were ready to give themselves to each other. They stood facing each other and came together for a kiss. Their bodies crushed up together and they held it there for a moment. She could feel his hard cock poking insistently at her belly.

"Time to open eyes?" she asked.

"Yes," he answered. Their eyes both popped open at the same time, taking in each other's faces. They smiled at each other, and took a step back. "Kyra, you're spectacular!" he gushed in all sincerity.

"So that's what I've been feeling." She looked down at Luke's dick, stretching out toward her. As she looked it seemed to grow harder by the second. She knelt down in front of him and lightly traced the tip of her finger around the head and up and down the shaft.

"Do you promise to always be this hard for me?" She looked up into his eyes.

"If you look at me like that I do." A drop of pre-cum formed at the tip. She reached out with just the tip of her tongue and gently licked it off.

"And do you promise to always taste that good for me?"

"Oh My God, Kyra!" She wrapped her lips around the head and took it into her mouth.

"Then I'll always do this for you." She sucked on the head while teasing the underside with her tongue. She wrapped her hand around the shaft and started stroking.

"My God, Kyra, you're the hottest thing that ever lived!"

"Then ...

... give me all your cum, Luke. I want you to cum for me." She resumed stroking and sucking.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh shit!" Luke began breathing more rapidly as Kyra doubled down. He began panting rapidly. His cock throbbed and spasmed as jets of cum surged into her mouth. Kyra did not let up. She sucked and swallowed it all, coaxing out every last drop with her tongue. When she was done, and he was done, she looked up at him, licked her lips, and smiled.

"That was fun. I love sucking your cock. I think we can do that a lot!"

He lifted her face up to kiss her. "Kyra that was fucking amazing! Oh My God! You have no idea." They kissed some more.

"You want to show me how much you liked it?"

"I would love nothing more." He guided her over to sit on the bed. Then he pulled her forward so he could take up the position between her legs.

The rest of that night they made love deliriously, insanely, like two people possessed. It was a fever dream of fucking. Every position, every variation they could think of. Kyra wasn't a virgin, but she still had a lot to learn, and she was eager for all of it. Luke was out of practice, and he tried his damndest to make up for lost time. They were good together. They had real chemistry. It was fun. They lost track of how many orgasms. It didn't matter. Reality was so much richer than his imagination had been.

Kyra was overcome too. The two times she'd had sex before, both with the same boy, it felt good (after a little pain), but mostly she'd ...