See No Evil

God, she feels good.

Too good.

“Pretty boy, you look like you’re not enjoying this,” she purrs, swallowing my cock for all its worth, as she rakes her fingers through my hair.

She tilts her head down to look at me, but if I see the lust in her eyes, I know it will be my undoing.

“Don’t talk, Stone, or this is going to end real fast,” I warn her, biting her puckered nipple before sucking it into my mouth.

I think I could spend days on end playing with her breasts and never be satiated. Nope. I don’t think. I know I can.

“I knew you were weak.” She tries to laugh, but when I thrust inside her with all my might, I watch her head fall back, her hair cascading beautifully as she cries out into the night air.

“Let’s see who the weak one is,” I threaten, taking over her steady pace.

Her moans increase as I begin to play with her body, making it jump on me until all she feels is my hard length expanding her tight walls. With one hand still gripping her waist to keep her steady, the other wraps itself around her raven hair, tugging at the boundaries of pain and pleasure. My mouth never leaves her tits, nibbling and teasing them in turn, while I make sure my cock ruins her pussy for any other motherfucker that follows.

“Okay, I get it. You’ve got some moves in you.” She pants, trying to regain some control, which isn’t going to happen.

“You haven’t seen anything yet.”

I continue to pump into Stone, her pussy clenching ever so often. I’m so close to cumming that I don’t even know what to do with myself, much less follow through with my threat. Her soft moans, along with our sweaty bodies gliding against each other, are all the stimulation I can handle. Seeing as I’m on the brink of losing it completely, my thumb finds her hidden nub, strumming it with all the fierceness and resolve I can muster. Her cries become louder as her core clenches around my cock like strangling ivy, blanking my mind completely, leaving sensation as the only ruling dominant.

“Just like that, Fi

This girl is going to be the death of me.

Who would have known that Stone, seconds away from unraveling, could be the sexiest thing ever and the driving force pushing me over the edge? Unable to keep my shit together, I kiss her to prevent her from saying anything else.

Madly. Possessively. Savagely.

She returns my kiss with the same fiery passion, and with our bodies fully aligned in every way that counts, she cums. I’m right there with her, eating up her screams with my hungry lips, as I let go and have the mother-of-all orgasms enticed by her tight little pussy.

Once we’re spent, I fall down to the ground, taking her body with me. The satisfied purr she makes has my fucking cock hard in seconds and ready for round two. I’m still trying to catch my breath while my dick is looking at his watch for me to get a move on.

“You’re better than you look,” Stone rasps, also trying to steady her erratic breathing.

“You thought I didn’t know how to fuck?”

“Oh, I was positive you knew how. I just wasn’t sure if you were any good at it.”

I slap her ass, and she lets out another one of those cute little laughs.

“You really are a brat. So, does that mean I got your stamp of approval?” I taunt back, ru

“Sorry, quarterback. I’m not here to stroke your ego. But I’ve had worse.”

“Geez, thanks.”

I roll my eyes since she can’t even give me this, but when I hear another light chuckle followed by butterfly kisses on my chest, my insides go all soft and gooey.

The fuck is that all about?

As I begin to think that I may be turning into a pussy, Stone crawls up my body like the little eager monkey she is and delivers one hell of a kiss. I’m still reeling when she gets off me and begins to put her clothes back on.

“Hey? Are you cold or something?” I ask in concern, squeezing her shoulder.

“No, pretty boy. Just need to get home,” she answers without even looking at me as she laces up her chucks.

“Already?” I ask, internally torn at this being over already, since my cock had his heart set on her riding him again tonight.

“Some of us have to work in the morning. But this was fun,” she replies with nonchalance, as if I just spent the night playing Monopoly with her, rather than being balls deep inside her.

When she slaps my knee for me to get a move on, it’s the bucket of ice water I need to get us the hell out of here.

Now I know why the girl’s name is Stone. She’s hard as a rock and just as unfeeling.

Isn’t that a kick in the junk?