Love, Chloe(60)

Slipping his hand into the back of my thong, he roughly gripped the material before sliding it slowly down my legs. As he stood up with my underwear in his hand, he said, “Fuck. They’re drenched.” He slowly sniffed them and let out a long breath before shaking his head slowly. “I can’t wait to taste you.” He pointed down to his crotch. “Look at me.” His pants could barely contain him, his cock was so swollen it seriously looked like it could puncture the material. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this excited about anything. I’ve dreamt of this moment for what feels like my whole life. I never thought it would happen. I want to savor it.”

He took my hand and led me over to his bed. Sitting down on the edge, he lifted me onto him. My knees were wrapped around his thighs, and my bare * was straddling his erection over the material of his pants. His eyes were hazy as he looked up at me. “Tell me what your deepest, darkest fantasy is. I want to make it come true tonight.” When I hesitated, he said, “Let’s play a little. Tell me what you want. Don’t be afraid; nothing is off limits. Anything you want.”

I knew exactly what I wanted, what I’d been fantasizing about almost every single time I’d masturbated since last summer.

“I want you to stroke yourself like you were doing the day I was watching you, except this time I want it to be while you’re looking at me. I want to see how much you want me.”

His lips curled into a smile. “I have a f*cked up confession.”

“What?”

“I was thinking of you that day. When you appeared at my door, for a split second, I thought my mind was playing tricks on me, thought I was imagining you at first.”

“Really?”

“I haven’t been able to picture much else for a long time.” He pushed my body into him. “So, your fantasy is to watch me jerk off to you, naughty girl?”

I swallowed. “Yes.”

“That can be arranged. Three conditions though…”

“Okay.”

“One…you’ll strip down completely naked for me.”

“Alright.”

“Two…you’ll help me.”

“Alright. And three?”

“It ends with me inside of you. I need to f*ck you tonight. I can’t wait any longer.”

No longer able to form coherent words, I simply nodded and waited for direction as he moved his body back against the headboard.

He slid his hand down over his crotch and began to rub his cock slowly and firmly through his pants. “You have the most amazing tits, Amelia. Take that off so I can see them.”

My breasts were tingling, so turned on by his demanding tone. There wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do for him right now. Sitting atop his lower legs, I slipped down my spaghetti straps. The material fell down but not completely off of my chest, offering him only a partial view.

“Such a tease,” he gritted his teeth and clutched his dick harder. “Take it off.”

Lifting the material over my head, I tossed it aside. Suddenly stark naked in front of him, I instinctually covered my breasts for a moment.

“Don’t you dare,” he warned with a sly smile. “I need to see all of you.”

Justin slowly unzipped his pants, and his fully hard cock sprung out. He wrapped his fist around it and began to slowly pump it up and down as he looked up at me. It was the sexiest thing I’d ever experienced.

“This is what you wanted?” he whispered as he jerked himself hard while his eyes travelled over every inch of me.

I nodded as wetness trickled down my thigh.

He spoke between labored breaths. “You’re so f*cking beautiful, baby. So f*cking beautiful.”

I grinded against him, turned on beyond belief by the way he was looking at me along with his words.

“I can feel how wet you are against my legs. Keep rubbing yourself on me like that. I want to be covered in you,” he said as he stroked himself harder.

I rocked against his legs and licked my fingertips, circling them around my nipples before squeezing my breasts together.

“Shit. Keep doing that.”

He was covered in precum shaft to tip. Knowing that it was me that caused his arousal was so damn exciting.

He stopped and lay back to catch his breath for a moment then simply said, “Now, you touch me.”

I thought he’d never ask. Reaching over, I wrapped my fingers around his thick girth, which was so hot and wet in my hands. It felt incredible to touch him. I jerked him slowly at first then moved faster, absolutely loving the feel of his precum all over my hand. Wanting so badly to taste him, I stopped to lick my palm as he watched every movement of my tongue. Then, I swallowed as he watched me intently.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” he said. When I started to lower my mouth down onto him to lick the fresh bead of moisture on his tip, he stopped me. “Don’t do that. Not yet. I’ll come in two seconds, and I want this to last.”

“Okay.” I smiled as I continued to stroke his cock, enjoying the moans escaping from him as he tried hard to control himself.

He eventually placed his hand over mine to stop me and said, “I can’t take it anymore. I need to taste you.” He suddenly slid his body down under me, lifting me effortlessly over his mouth. I gasped, unsuspecting of the sudden sensation as he voraciously licked and sucked, alternating between penetrating me with his tongue and lapping over my clit. He held onto my hips as he guided me over his mouth, his stifled sounds of pleasure vibrating through my core. He devoured me unapologetically and roughly. It was the most unbelievable sensation I’d ever experienced.