Junkyard Dog(37)

The thick head of my cock disappears inside her. Her breathing speeds up as I fill her one inch after another. The heat of her gripping * nearly sends me over the edge. I only remain in control because I refuse for my body to give in yet. Too many weeks of imagining this very damn moment left me desperate for more than a quick f*ck.

“Candy, look at me,” I demand as the head of my cock finds resistance deep inside her.

Her dark eyes open and she smiles. Shit, I nearly jizz myself again. She’s f*cking stunning on an average day. Right now, with me thrusting steadily into her sucking *, she is the most beautiful creature in the world.

Her feverish expression fades long enough for her to caress my jaw. When my thrusts become harder and faster, I watch her face for a sign I’m hurting her. She groans deep in her chest, and then her hips lift to take more of me.

Candy can’t keep up with my rhythm. I nearly laugh when she frowns after giving it her all, but our hips refuse to move together. She finally stops trying to keep up, instead caressing my face while my cock drives deep into her.

“Angus,” she says, looking stoned again.

I know she’s ready to come again. If she does, I won’t be able to hold on. My hips slow down, and her partially closed eyes pop open.

“Jerk,” she growls, but her smile makes my cock twitch.

“We’re not done after this,” I growl back at her.

Candy’s grin widens, and I know she’s feeling smug about how badly I want her. Fuck her arrogance. She’s beautiful and f*cking her feels fantastic. There’s no shame in begging for something this incredible.

Her fingers caress my nipples, and I grunt. Unable to stop my hips, I move faster, thrusting rough enough for her to groan in both pain and pleasure. One of her hands slides between her legs until I feel it against the root of my cock as she strokes herself. Her other hand teases my nipple.

“Angus Hayes,” she moans.

I don’t know why hearing my name said in her lust-filled voice sends me over the edge. Like a song, she says it again and again while I unload what feels like a gallon of jizz into her.

Candy makes a weird noise, and her * convulses around my still hard cock. Coming harder than the first time, her hot center sucks me dry. I watch her sweaty, flushed face go through several expressions before she opens her eyes and meets my gaze.

“I want to be on top now,” she says immediately.

Smirking, I keep thrusting shallowly inside her. “My cock is happy where it’s at.”

“I’ll suck you first,” she offers.

I study her pretty lips and imagine them spread wide around my cock. In my mind, I see the head of my cock teasing the back of her throat. I think of filling her mouth with my jizz until it drips down her chin.

“Fuck,” I moan, thrusting harder again.

My hips pull back until only the head of my cock remains inside her, and then I plunge deep into Candy. She groans and grunts from the pressure of my cock banging against her cervix. Her hips shift under me, and she lifts them until I swear she opens up and takes another two inches of cock inside her.

Candy cries out, and I think she’s in pain, but I can’t stop f*cking her. Her hands grip her tits, and I watch her pinch her nipples.

“Oh, f*ck, shit!” she cries and then her words make no sense.

In a saner mood, I might laugh at how I’ve f*cked her into speaking in tongues. There’s nothing funny at this moment, though. I’ve hit a point of sexual arousal beyond anything I’ve ever known. Her * takes everything I give it and slurps hungrily for more.

I don’t know if I come again first, or she does. Candy might have come a dozen times. I can’t think straight. My cock is painfully thick, and her dripping * is scorching hot. Our hips bang wildly together by the time my balls release another gallon of cum into her ravenous cunt.

Out of breath, I still thrust. I don’t want to stop even for a f*cking second. This pleasure is like crack. It’s more than sex. My entire body feels the orgasm. My balls tighten even after I come, wanting to release themselves again. My cock never fully softens.

“Candy,” I say, feeling like I haven’t spoken in years.

“Angus,” she whimpers.

I lower myself on top of her and cover her lips with mine. Her * spasms and my cock instantly thickens in response. My mind is numb, but my body is more alive than ever.

Lifting myself over her again, I study her face. I want to ask if she’s okay, but I don’t want to know the answer. If she says I hurt her, we’ll have to stop, and I can’t stop. My cock is already growing rock hard while my hips work up a rhythm.

“I need to get up,” she gasps.

I’m torn between my needs and hers. Normally, the answer would be clear, but I relent and roll off her. My wet cock sticks straight up as I sit at the end of the bed and struggle to regain my senses. Candy climbs off the bed and immediately pushes me backward.

Straddling me, she grips my cock and tries to guide it back inside her. When her shaking hands don't cooperate, I take the head of my cock and dip it into her waiting cunt.

Candy lets out a long sigh as she lowers herself on my cock. She keeps pressing her hips down until my balls tickle her ass.

“Well I’ll be damned,” she says, and her hips begin to move. “You’re so f*cking big. I’ve never seen such a huge cock and here I am riding it.” Candy throws her arms up into the air and laughs. “I’m the queen of the world!”