Ravenous — Part Two
Hotel Meets With My Lover that I Never Wanted to End
My lover maneuvered my body sideways and lined up his now hard dick to slide into my wet pussy.
We both sighed in unison.
That first thrust. I didn’t need to guide him.
“Ahhh.”
The feel of us was exquisite. “I love being inside you,” he groaned. My ass was shaking from his thrusts. He grabbed and kneaded it with his strong hairy hands.
I got so turned on by our physical differences. I’m pale, petite, a little plump, curvy (ass and boobs), lightly freckled with red wavy hair. I look like a renaissance painting. He was tall, dark hair all over his body, muscular, and brutish but not particularly handsome. He looked like he could be in the mob, but he wasn’t — just a clever businessman.
He wasn’t as attractive as my husband, yet he turned me on in ways that my husband never could.
“Ohhhh,” I moaned.
I could feel him losing control.
His helmet was hitting me in the perfect spot. I started clenching my pussy.
My lover pushed away, “It’s too much. I can’t stop.”
“Don’t pull away!”
He moved out of me.
It was too late.
I reached out with my mouth to suck his dick with the cum leaking out slowly. I was lying flat on the bed and directly under his body while he looked at me, sucking him dry with my pretty pink lips.
He was too excited to have waited. I know because it’s been so long since we saw each other. Four weeks. Usually, it was once a week, and that was too long. We can’t even wait six days before we were ravenous for each other. Four weeks was an eternity.
He turned me over roughly, and my ass was in the air. I felt so vulnerable and naked. He started tonguing my ass and pussy from behind.
“Oh my God,” I said. I was making sounds that I didn’t even recognize.
I was pushing my ass into his face with every lick.
“I love the way you taste,” he said, as he raised his head.
“Don’t stop!” was all I could manage.
He wanted me to tell him when I came, but I barely could make coherent thoughts with his mouth driving me crazy. I wriggled and thrashed on the comforter leaving wet spots with my cum for the poor hotel maid to discover.
My body shook with my orgasm, and I was panting. My ravenous lover pushed my ass down to fuck me again.
“Your favorite?” he said.
“Anything you do is my favorite,” I whispered.
“Anything?” he asked.
“YES.”
He could see the ruffle of flesh, pink and hairless, between my stretched ass. I knew what he wanted.
“Please,” I begged him. “You’ve made me so wet and horny.”
His fingers dug into my bottom. He wanted to fuck me hard.
“I need every hole,” he muttered in my ear. “You know, I do.”
Would I deny him? I couldn’t.
“Yes, please,” I whispered.
He poured cold lube over my ass, which made me shiver in anticipation. He fingered my ass slowly, feeling me contract involuntarily against his finger.
“Relax,” he ordered.
I unclenched. But I was scared. I had done this with my previous lover, who was much smaller.
“Please go slowly!” I pleaded.
“I will.”
To be continued…
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