Damaged goods - Sex Stories

Damaged goods

... intensified as he neared her pussy. The hunger consumed his tiny pang of remorse at taking advantage of her like this. On any other day of the week, he knew she could hold her own and resist. But not today. She'd crumbled under his expertise. The only thing she held was her breath as he approached and then it all came tumbling out noisily, groaning as his tongue snaked across her slit, up and up towards her little button. Ryan grabbed the hem of her dress and yanked it higher to reveal the full extent of her womanhood, before his tongue hit the apex and she jumped. "Ohhh, yessssss." He grabbed her hips and guided his tongue along the cleft of her entrance. Her mixture was zestier, laced with a faint undercurrent of urine, but no less delicious to Ryan's probing as he felt her quivering and listened to her shallow breaths. He lived for these moments. Felt on top of the world when strong women were reduced to their base instincts, with panting their only method of communication as he strummed their core. Melody clutched his head and pulled him to the places she needed most. Though he'd rarely admit it, acts like that turned him on immeasurably. When the touches were just right that his prey ground into his face, used him like they would a vibrator or dildo to crush, lick and stab their wetness, he became rock hard. It was even more intense if they pushed him back and sat on his face, but comparatively few took the opportunity without being asked. One day he'd find The One who ...

... would rock his world in that way. A woman who would take charge, dominate him, smother him, selfishly make him eat her because she was consumed by passion and raw need. He sensed Melody might be The One, but knew deep down he felt that about all women in the heat of the moment. Lash after lash drove her closer to orgasm, the fingertips at his temples and her cries of encouragement his guide. Matters intensified when he slipped his long tongue inside her. She was liquid satin and he lapped up every drop she could give before returning to slather her clitoris with her own wetness and revelling in the ever-increasing sounds she made. He sensed she was close and couldn’t recall a time he'd been rewarded so quickly. She must have been pre-heated, building up the encounter in her mind while they were in the pub. Or maybe she'd really slipped away to touch herself. Whatever the reason, she was ready to explode and Ryan wasn’t going to deny her the pleasure. He pressed on, masterfully strumming her, his years of experience at being on his knees between countless women's legs ensuring she reached her plateau. He delighted at every lick, flick, tap, circle, nibble and full-on swab of her drooling pussy and protruding clit. Guided her like the helmsman of a cruise liner, charting the stormy waters, navigating her sea of desire. Then at the last second veered her into an iceberg and let her hull fill. From the heart of the building, in an area of the city with light foot traffic, there ...