The Billionaire's Secret Love Child(32)
His hands rode up her side, lifting her sweatshirt with it. Sherry lifted her arms, letting the man pull the hoodie up and over her head. She was wearing just a bra now, black and lacey with cups that were semi-translucent. He palmed her breasts, one large hand on each cup, and she felt her nipples harden at his touch. He hadn’t broke the kiss yet, and she was unwilling to do so.
His tongue danced with hers, his hands groped her, and Sherry felt a warmth spread in her loins, and as her slit moistened, she knew the kissing and groping would lead to sex, and she wanted it.
Colt was a strong man. Sherry put her hands on his stomach, up under his shirt, her fingers tracing along his well-defined abs. He was hotheaded. A bad boy. He wanted her, and she knew he was going to take her. She stepped forward, grinding her hips against his and she could tell that he was already hard, even through his blue denim jeans.
Finally, Colt broke the kiss, and Sherry opened her eyes to look at him, expecting him to speak. He didn’t say a word, he just lowered his head and used his fingers to pull the front of her bra down, so her large pale breasts spilled up and over the cups. One hand continued to grope and squeeze the fatty tissue of her tits, rough fingertips pinching her nipple, while his mouth went to the other breast, and the tip of his tongue danced over her nipple there.
Sherry threw her head back in ecstasy. Her nipples had always been sensitive, and she remembered one time in high school when her boyfriend fumbled awkwardly under her shirt in the back seat of his car. Just his fingers on her nipples, pinching and pulling them was enough to make her orgasm. She had rewarded the boy with his first blowjob. It looked as though something similar was on Colt’s mind. He pulled from her breasts, looked her in the eye, and then moved one powerful hand to the back of her head. He gripped her hair and pulled her down, so she was forced to drop to her knees. She looked up at him, taking in his bulging package, his hard cock pushing against the fly of his jeans. He was watching her. He still hadn’t said a word to her. She knew what he expected her to do, and she was eager to do it.
Sherry reached up and unzipped his fly. Then she unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down, taking his boxer shorts with them in one motion. Free from the denim and cotton prison, his hard member swung out, throbbing and bobbing in front of him, ending at the base in a wiry grouping of pubic hair.
His cock was huge and the tip red, angry and demanding just like the man it belonged to. She wasn’t going to let it or him down. She took him near the base of his hard on, her small fingers wrapping around his considerable girth. She began to move her hand back and forth in small, slow strokes, jerking him off as she leaned forward and teased the tip of his cock with her tongue. The man groaned and tilted his head back as she parted her lips and took his dick inside her wet, hot mouth.
She tried to take him all in her mouth, the head of his cock pushing against the back of her throat, but she couldn’t. She didn’t even need to move her hand from the base of his cock. He was by far the biggest man she had been with.
He let her suck him for some time, standing in her living room, guiding her to a quick pace by holding her hair, his hand at the back of her head still. Then he couldn’t wait anymore, he pulled her away and pulled her up, tugging on her hair painfully. He pushed her over to the couch and stepped out of his jeans and boxers that had been around his ankles. She went to sit down on the couch, but he stopped her by grabbing her by the hips, and he turned her around and bent her over the edge.
He reached around and unbuttoned her jeans with a practiced hand, and then yanked her pants and thong down quickly. She spread her legs for him, and he pushed his throbbing cock inside of her tight snatch. She was wet and hot, and he f*cked her hard. Colt gripped onto her ample ass, a hand on each cheek, and his fingers left red marks in her pale skin there.
Sherry was in a world built of ecstasy, and she felt her orgasm nearing, and then the man reached forward and cupped one of her breasts in his hand, her nipple rubbing against his rough palm, and it pushed her over the edge.
“Fuck!” she moaned aloud, and the orgasm overtook her, tightening the walls of her moist * as the orgasm bubbled over from the pit of her lines and caused her muscles in her crotch to contract.
The orgasm faded, and there was just him, f*cking her, pulling on her hair, slapping her ass. She thought he was going to come in her, and the idea scared her, but then, just as he was about to come he pulled out and grabbed her hair, forcing her down to her knees once more and spinning her around. His cock was slick with her own juices, but she opened her mouth to it obediently, tasting herself on his rigid member just as he came, spraying sticky string after sticky string of hot semen into the back of her mouth, making her gag and her eyes tear.
She stood up, and Colt grinned at her. “Got anything to eat?” he asked, and Sherry couldn’t help but laugh.
5
Sherry and Colt had a purely sexual relationship. And it stretched on for just over three months. It was hot and heavy, and often it was just f*cking. He liked to bend her over, and he really liked to have her on top, pawing at her breasts while she rode him. He came everywhere, in her mouth, across her face, onto her tits or ass, and often inside of her. Sometimes he would be gone for a few days or even more, and then he would be there late at night, knocking on her door and coming and taking her sexually. He was in control at all times, and she loved it. He got into fights, he drank too much, and she loved it. He wasn’t dating her, he didn’t take her out, he didn’t buy her anything, and it was just what Sherry wanted.