Mack Daddy(57)

This time, when he resumed his worship of that spot on my back, he kissed lower and lower before spreading my ass cheeks. Without warning. I felt his hot mouth between my legs, under me, devouring my * from behind. Kneeling, he continued to take ownership of my body in a way I’d never experienced before. It was seriously like a symphony of movements and sounds: his tongue thrusting in and out of me with rhythmic precision in sync with the motion of his mouth while he worked his fingertips over my clit. And f*ck me…he was hitting all the right notes. Nothing had ever felt this good. Nothing.

He flipped me around and gazed up at me with hazy eyes that reflected the highest threshold of hunger and desire. Returning his mouth to my swollen clit, he began to suck on my clit with renewed enthusiasm. His sexy moan vibrated between my thighs. No one else had ever seemed to take such pleasure in going down on me.

As my fingers raked harder through his hair, he must have sensed I was about to lose control. He suddenly stopped and slowly stood up. “I want to feel you come against my mouth, but I’d rather you come with me inside of you.” Placing his forehead against mine, he said, “Remember all those things you wished I could do to you? I’m about to make all your wishes come true if you let me.”

“I’ve wanted you for so long,” I whispered, unable to contain the desperation in my voice.

Mack’s hair was a mess. His shirt was still damp from earlier and clinging to his chest. When I looked down and saw his hard cock straining through his jeans, I couldn’t help but place my palm against the heat of his erection. He hissed at the contact then removed my hand before pulling me into a firm embrace. The muscles in my back nearly cracked. I realized in that moment how strong Mack was, and I wanted nothing more than to feel all of his weight on top of me, to let him ravage my body. I desperately needed him to f*ck me.

His eyes were penetrating as he slowly lifted the wet T-shirt off of his perfect body. I could have watched that over and over again.

I licked my lips at the sight of his sculpted chest in the flesh. It had been a long time since I’d seen him completely shirtless. He had even more definition now and a true six-pack. To this day, I still felt undeserving of this beautiful man.

Running my palm in a line down his chest to the happy trail of hair at the base of his abs, I whispered, “I love your body.”

“You’re all it needs right now.”

He unsnapped my bra from the front, letting it fall. His chest was rising and falling as he stared down at my breasts before leaning in to suck on my nipples one by one. He was sucking so hard that I knew it would hurt tomorrow; but I didn’t care. The harder, the more painful, the more intense…the better.

I pulled away from him. He thought it was because I was uncomfortable.

“Am I hurting you?” he asked.

“No.” Without further explanation, I dropped to my knees.

He got the picture fast and didn’t hesitate to facilitate. Mack unzipped his jeans and took his beautifully thick cock out.

Wrapping both of my hands around it, I marveled at the hot, veiny, shaft before slowly swirling my tongue around his crown. Tasting the salty arousal as he throbbed in my mouth was probably the single biggest turn-on of my life. I circled my tongue faster around his tip before lowering my mouth down over almost the entire length. Feeling him at the back of my throat, I intentionally moaned so he could feel it.

“Fuck. Are you trying to kill me?” he rasped.

I began to take him faster, rubbing the precum all over his dick with my hand. The sounds of pleasure coming from him made me want to suck him completely dry.

He bent his head back, willfully taking everything I had to give. “You’re amazing at this. Best f*cking head ever,” he said before suddenly pulling my hair. “But you need to stop.”

Grabbing my hand, he lifted me up and led me over to his bed before pinning me down and hovering over me on all fours. His silky sheets, which were covered in the scent of his cologne, felt smooth under my bare ass. The anticipation of finally getting to feel him inside of me caused the muscles between my legs to contract.

“You tell me if I’m hurting you, okay?” he said as he spread my legs apart wide. Those were the last words spoken before he lowered his body down and slowly pushed inside of me. The girth of his cock stretched me until he was balls deep. What started out as almost painful eased into a fast and intense rhythm.

“I love you.” His words were soft in my ear, almost apologetic, considering the forceful way he was rocking into me. I couldn’t get enough. At one point, I started to buck my hips, and he stopped his own movement in order to feel me riding him from underneath his body. “Fuck, that feels good,” he groaned before he resumed pounding into me hard.

Mack wrapped my legs around his back so he could go even deeper as he f*cked me. The bed was creaking. His balls slapped against my ass as he hit all of the right angles, making it so hard not to come. I didn’t want it to end. Sweat was pouring off of us as our eyes stayed glued to one another. We were connected in both mind and body in that moment. It amazed me how sex with him could feel so primal—animalistic—and yet it was still the most tender, emotional experience of my life.

As I dug into his muscular back with my nails, grasping onto him for dear life, I knew that no other man would ever satisfy me again. No other man had satisfied me in this way. I was more certain than ever that Mack was the only one for me. There was no way this feeling could ever be replicated…because it had been years in the making.