Under Mr Nolan's bed

“I’m going to fuck you so hard,” he growled, turning me and twisting my arm behind my back and holding it there. His other hand moved to my belly, pulling my ass into his crotch as he propelled me forward with his body.

He opened the door and shut it quietly behind him, pushing me toward the bed. I collapsed onto it, rolling to my back and already starting to wiggle out of my jeans. He pulled off his shirt, tossing it aside, and I watched in the low light of the lamp as he slid his jeans and shorts down, freeing his hard cock. It stood straight out, pointing right at me, as if it knew just where it wanted to go.

I wasn’t moving fast enough for him, and he grabbed my panties, yanking them down my thighs. My gasp was muffled in the material of my t-shirt as I slipped it over my head, and my fingers fumbled with the front hook of my bra as he knelt beside the bed and buried his face between my thighs.

“Oh god,” I whispered, opening my legs wide for him, his tongue probing deep into my pussy, moving up and down through the wet, pink folds.

His hands pressed my thighs, pushing my knees back toward my head, exposing me completely. His tongue moved up and down my slit, plunging into my pussy before tracing a path up to my clit and back down again. Moaning, I cupped my breasts, pinching my nipples, making the sensation even more intense.

He sucked at my pussy lips, first one, then the other, making soft growling noises, raking them with his teeth, making me gasp. He jammed his tongue back into my pussy, making it hard, moving it in and out of my hole as he spread my cheeks with his hands.

“Oh yes,” I cried when he covered my pussy with his mouth, sucking my clit in and then teasing it with his tongue. He stayed right there, as if he knew how much I wanted it, his fingers twisting their way into my pussy and beginning to fuck me as he moved that soft, wet tongue back and forth over my little clit.

“Faster,” I begged, arching, rocking with him, feeling my climax coming. I’d been holding onto it, waiting for it for so long, and I couldn’t hold back under the sweet pressure of his tongue. “Make me come!”

He groaned, lapping at me, fucking me, harder and more, until I was panting with wanting it. Just when I thought I couldn’t stand another moment, he slipped his thumb down the crack of my ass and rubbed me there, right around my asshole. I jumped in shock, but the sensation was so incredible that I came immediately, shuddering all over with the force of it.

I bit my lip to keep from crying out as he worked my pussy with his mouth and tongue, his fingers pushed deep into me, his thumb probing my little asshole.

I was coming and coming, my body bucking with the sensation. I was still trembling when he rolled me onto my belly, spreading my legs and shoving his cock between them.

“Oh!” I cried, feeling the head of it probe my ass for just a moment, pressing there, before sliding down, finding the soft heat of my pussy and sinking inside. He pressed me to the bed, his thighs opening mine, and his cock felt so thick and hard as he started to fuck me that I couldn’t help moaning.

“God, I love your tight little cunt,” he groaned, his hips moving fast, hard, pounding me into the bed. His words made me feel faint with lust and my pussy was still pulsing from my orgasm, so every thrust sent a delightful shiver through my body.

“Do you like that?” he whispered into my ear, leaning in until I could feel his weight on me. “Do you like being fucked hard?”

“Yes,” I panted, my pussy on fire, his cock driving into my flesh. “I love it hard! Please, more!”

He groaned, grabbing my hips and pulling me to my knees, giving himself more leverage as he worked his cock between my legs. I reached under to rub my aching clit, pressing my cheek to the bed and letting him take me, our bodies making a slippery wet sound every time we came together. He fucked me so hard that he was pushing me across the bed with every thrust, my breasts swaying beneath me, my nipples grazing the sheet.

“Oh fuck,” he moaned, grabbing my hips and pulling me in tight. I could feel him straining, trembling, and I whimpered, wiggling and squirming against him, wanting more. He groaned again, his hand slapping my ass, making me jump.

“Hold still,” he growled, and I did, my breath coming in a fast, harsh pant, feeling his cock swelling inside of me. After a moment, he slid slowly out, and I whimpered, wanting him back.

“Are you okay?” I looked back at him.

“Almost lost it there for a minute,” he gasped, squeezing his cock in his fist. “I don’t want to come yet.”

“I do,” I murmured, still rubbing my clit.

“Come here.” He smiled, his hand moving over my ass, which was still raised in the air. He settled back on the bed, holding his cock in his hand, and I couldn’t resist leaning in and kissing the head, sucking it into my mouth a little.

“Ahhhhh god,” he groaned, watching my tongue slip around the tip.

“You’re going to be the death of me.”