hot body.
“Toby?”
A slow wicked grin widens his very kissable mouth. “The one and only.”
I drag in one breath after the other as I struggle to speak. “Wow.”
His brow lifts appreciatively. “Ditto.” His eyes travel over my thin cotton tank and short shorts.
I cross my arms over my chest. A defensive gesture, but also to hide my turgid nipples. I grin. “Another Daddyism?”
He groans at his corniness. “Yeah.”
“Damn, Toby.” I shake my head back and forth in slow arcs. “You sure grew up nice.”
He didn’t waste any time telling me how good he must have thought I looked, his hands curled around my upper arms and pulled me up on my tiptoes as his mouth captures mine, barely leashing his desire.
Tongues, teeth, lips all smash together. Saliva swaps from his mouth to mine and back again in the erotic exchange. My teeth nip at his bottom lip, biting down, eliciting a deep groan from his throat just as I draw the firm yet pillowy softness of that same lip deep into my mouth and suck.
“Do it, Toby,” I whisper against his mouth. “Fuck me. Please.” I know I’m begging, but I feel so desperate, so needy, so horny. And he’s so fuckable. So larger than life hot. Fantasy land, make my pussy drip in two seconds flat hot. I nearly laugh as the thought enters my head, God, I am a fucking slut.
He lifts me up with very little effort with those gorgeous muscles. My legs wrap around his waist as he carries me to the couch and sits me on the arm.
My fingers make quick work of the buttons running down his shirt. I run my fingers over the ridges of his abs, up over the delicious swells of his pecs that make the spit in my mouth dry up, over his large rounded shoulders and push his shirt down his arms.
Leaning forward, I run my tongue from his left nipple, down the carved valley that separates the two halves of his torso until reaching his belly button and thrust the pointed tip of my tongue in and out before swirling it round and round.
“You’re delicious.” My forehead falls forward against the solid wall of his stomach.
“I’m sweaty,” he growls.
“Marinated in delicious manliness, is more like it.” My tongue flicks out to gather some more of his salty goodness.
“God that’s so hot.” He leans back and pushes me forward. I fall back against the cushions. My hips still lifted high in the air by the arm of the couch.
His large hands grip my hips with his strong fingers. He leans down and runs his nose up and down my crotch, inhaling the tang of my arousal.
Putting his fingers in the waistband of my shorts, he tugs them over my hips and tosses them on the floor. His big hands slide between my legs pushing them wide.
Pulling out his wallet, he removes a condom and lays it on my stomach. The wrapper sticks to the sheen of sweat coating my skin.
“How long have you lived here, Meggie?” He asks as he unbuckles his belt with a quick flick of his fingers, releases the button, and quickly yanks down the zipper with a loud rasp allowing his pants to slide over the lean muscles of his hips and catch on the bunched up muscles of his thighs.
From where I lay sprawled on the couch, I can see his cock jutting thick and long from the nest of curls at the root. God he has a magnificent hard-on. His balls, fall swollen and full between his legs. Groomed to perfection, shaved smooth. Ohmygod! My head falls back. From where he situated me on the arm of the couch, I couldn’t reach it if I tried.
“Don’t do that.” His eyes are black pools behind his hooded lids.
“What?” I croak, wetting my lips.
“That.” His Adam’s apple bobs up and down as he swallows hard.
I slide my tongue between my lips again and run it slowly over my bottom lip. “You mean that?” I ask mocking innocently, my eyes wide.
“Do it one more time, Meggie.” His voice lowers to a husky, scratchy growl, his eyes filled with heat. “And I’m going to shove my hard cock down your throat and make you suck me off.” His fingers drag over the puffy flesh of my labia and slide expertly between the swollen folds. He circles my opening with is forefinger, sliding it through the wetness seeping from my body and circles my clit with the rough pad of his thumb.
My hips jerk as I cry out in desperation.
“What about this?” Asking as I slide my right hand under my tank top and drag my palm over my nipple.
“Or that.” He draws in a shaky breath.
“I need your cock.” Grabbing for the condom on my belly, I rip open the wrapper with my teeth, holding it out to him.
“I’m glad you’re a naughty little girl, Meggie.” He took the proffered condom and slides it on with one hand while the other still plays with my clit.
“I didn’t realize how many skills you possess, Toby.” I sigh. “You’ve learned a lot of helpful skills since high school.”
“Let me show you another useful skill.” Taking his cock in hand he coats the tip in my juices which proves a major turn on. Lining it up with my clenching channel, he presses forward until the head is seated tightly in my velvety muscle.
I watch through narrow slits as he leans forward, pushing my tank up the rest of the way until my braless breasts are exposed to his eyes.
He grins, slow and devilishly wicked. “Turnabout’s fair play.” He leans forward the rest of the way, his cock slides in deeper as his tongue flattens against my belly in long, sure strokes. The thickness, scraping against my softness, his eyes never leaving my face as he trails it slowly up, up, up until the hard tip of his tongue lashes my nipple in quick whips. The look of his eyes turns up the heat that is already spiraling around us in waves of ecstasy.
My hips strain against his hot weight. I thrust upward needing to feel the fullness only his thickness can supply. I thrust and moan. “Toby.”
My hands clench in tight fists in his hair pressing him against my breast. He sucks forcefully, the suction is unbelievable. His tongue swirls hotly around my tip; tremors run throughout by entire body. I’m already teetering on the brink, my orgasm is so close and he’s barely begun.
“Yes, Meggie,” he says, his words muffled as he speaks around my swollen globe still surrounded by the heat of his mouth.
“What are you waiting for?” I try to move, but his weight allows me very limited movement.
His eyes fully ablaze. “Not a damn thing.” Thrusting, he seats himself fully. His thickness stretching me deliciously.
“Oh, God.” My head lolls back against the couch cushion. “Thank the Lord for small mercies.”
His brow lifts arrogantly. “Small?”
My eyes practically roll back in my head as he swivels his hips just right and hits it with his tool that is anything but small.
“I’m sorry, don’t stop moving.” My breath comes in choppy pants as drops of sweat fall from his brow landing on my cheek. I flick out my tongue to taste, desperate for more of him. “ Please, don’t stop.”
Putting his hands back on my sweat-soaked thighs he spreads them even wider and begins to pound into me. Our bodies slap together. The wet slapping sounds loud in the once silent room.
“Huge.” My back arches up off the cushion.
He strokes into me in smooth, masterful strokes. “How’s that?”
“Immense.” I whimper beneath him, squirming frantically as he slides out and thrusts back deep again. The friction starts a fire, the muscles in my pussy clamp tightly around his invading flesh as I rotate my hips.
His thumb finds my clit, plucking, tugging. “I need you to come, Meggie.” His words barely audible as his breaths come out in gulps.
“Enormous.” My body begins to tremble and shake ready to release its tension.
“You’ve got a hot little pussy for my big dick, Meggie.” His thrusts first short and fast, are now long and hard.
