Baby It's Cold (4 page)

He pulled my head off of him with a groan from his lips, and a gasping moan from mine; saliva dripped from my lips to his glistening cock. Ferocity masked his face as he pushed me back, flat on my back on the soft sofa with my legs hanging off the side. He slowly stroked himself as he watched me with his dark, wolfish gaze.

He knelt and brought his mouth down towards me, and I watched with wide eyes as be moved forward. His fingers pulled at the edges my panties, still clinging wetly to me, and brought them down m thighs and over the tattered remains of my stockings. And then with a hitching moan in my throat, his tongue was on me there, dragging wetly through the hot folds of my pussy. He lapped up, drawing my nectar with him as he slid his tongue over the buzzing little button of my clit. I jumped at the contact, gasping and arching my back as I lifted my body off the couch at his touch. He chuckled, and brought his mouth back down to repeat his motion.

I was lost then, floating in ecstasy as this new feeling, this incredible rush of pure pleasure washed over me. His tongue on my pussy, tasting me, brought a soft sighing cry to my lips, and every wandering fearful thought I’d had about staying vanished in the gentle touch of his mouth.

He grabbed my ankles then, pushing my knees back against my breasts as he gripped my legs and knelt over me. He dipped, and the heavy, bulging cock jutting from his muscled abdomen came to rest atop my mound, pulsing against my clit. I whimpered, needing and wanting him, and the sound made him grin wickedly.

“Didn’t you have some place to go?” He was teasing me, and I whimpered louder.

“Please!” I was begging now, begging like a slut for his cock to pound me, to fuck me and make me his.

With a flash of darkness, he pressed the head down through my folds. He nudged until he found the entrance, and I gasped as he shoved forward, burying himself in my tender slit.

He began to fuck me in earnest then, his massive cock stretching me wide as he gripped me behind my knees, forcing my legs wide and up as he buried himself in my steaming pussy. My cries and his grunts filled the room; the sounds of our bodies coming wetly together, his heavy balls slapping against my ass as he fucked me hard.

He began to move faster then, his hips a churning blur as he fucked me mercilessly, pounding me deep and hard, making my body writhe and quail beneath him. I could feel something happening; a slow burn catching fire deep within me and beginning to creep around the edges to slowly consume me. Whimpering moans and mewling sounds tumbled from my lips as he held my legs fast and pumped me harder and harder.

With a gasp, his eyes met mine, going wide.

“Oh fuck, baby, you’re going to make me come.”
Me
;
I
was going to make him come. It was that thought and those words, and the aching sensation of him rubbing that special spot deep inside while his girth stroked my clit on every stroke that sent the fire within me exploding out of control.

With a wailing cry, my body seized and shuddered, forcing my eyes shut and my pussy to clench wildly at his pulsing length. And just like that, I was coming; tumbling off that cliff as the orgasm slammed through me, making my whole body explode with white light.

Jon roared then, and pulled himself from me just as his glistening cock began to twitch and spurt in his hand. I cried out as he came, thick white ropes of his cum landing hotly against my thighs, splattering across my belly and up to my breasts as he pumped himself. His sticky seed splashed across my quivering pussy, and he bellowed out his final release with a groan.

He slumped back on the floor as I collapse on the couch. My mind spun wildly with the events of the evening, my body tingling and feeling alive with the feel of his cum dripping off me. I raised my head and found him grinning at me. I glanced at the wall clock and gasped.

“Oh, God, I
really
do need to get home!”

He chuckled then. “There’s bound to be talk tomorrow if you stay.”

I felt my cheeks burn. “I-” I bit my lip and grinned back at him, “Thank you...for my present.”

He drew me close then, and kissed me tenderly. “And thank
you
for mine.” He winked. “Now aren’t you glad you stayed?”

I nodded. “Very much so.” A grin spread across my face as a thought crept into my head, and I looked at him with a hunger of my own. “You know, it
really
is cold out there…maybe I should stay for one more?”
 

I trailed off with soft moan as he moved towards me; a dark, thrillingly wolfish look in his eye.

The End

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Madison Faye is the dirty alter ego of the very wholesome, very normal suburban housewife behind the stories. While she might be a wife, mom, and PTA organizer on the outside, there’s nothing but hot, streamy, and raunchy fantasies brewing right beneath the surface!

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