A LONG NIGHT

Her body jolted and then she squirmed. Her hands went above her head and wrapped in the blankets. “Oooh.”
“Feel good?”
“Feels like too much,” she moaned.
“No such thing.” He leaned in and tongued it again. Her sweet taste filled his mouth, the scent of her enveloping him. There was a hint of musk to Sarah’s delicate flavor, and he couldn’t get enough of her. He began to lick her in earnest, dragging his tongue over her labia and collecting all the moisture he could find. His tongue glided up and down, and he nibbled on the lips of her sex when she got too silent. He liked her making those little noises of surprise and pleasure as she experienced oral sex for the first time. He wanted to blow her mind with it, so he did his best to keep her on edge. He licked his way up again, and then began to swirl his tongue around her clit.
She moaned and began to rock her hips against his face, grinding against his mouth.
And fuck, that was hot.
“I goddamn love third base,” he whispered into her flesh.
She moaned in agreement, and he tongued her clit again.
He wanted more of her, though. Wanted her to come on his face, just like he’d told her. So he pushed her hips up a little higher and his tongue sought out the entrance to her cunt. It was just as swollen as the rest of her sex, and wet with need, and he stabbed his tongue into her.
She shrieked. “Oh my gosh!”
Now that was more like it. He tongued her again, pumping his tongue into her like he wanted to do with his cock. She moaned and writhed against him again, and he heard her breathing speed up, heard her little moans turn into a soft “oh, oh, oh” and knew she was getting close again. His dick jerked in response, and he had to pause in his pussy-eating or else he was going to lose control, himself. She was overwhelming him. So he pulled his tongue free and kissed her labia and licked her slowly, and she sank back on the bed again, rolling her hips leisurely as his mouth explored her and Drake tried to think about unsexy things that would kill his raging hard-on for just a bit longer.
So he thought about Sarah with a big fake, hard set of tits shoved onto her chest—size DDD pressing out of those tiny breasts, and a chop-job that left her tits lopsided and her nipples weirdly shaped. Yeah, that did it. Drake liked a lot of things on girls—big thighs, small thighs, big butts, small butts, but he was particular about tits, and he liked a pair of natural ones. With a mental shiver at that thought, he pressed another kiss to her pussy. “Do you like my mouth on you, sweetheart?”
She moaned and one hand went to the back of his head, pressing him back down and silently instructing him to get back to business.
He chuckled. “I’ll take that as a yes.” He gave her clit another lick and then sank his tongue deep inside her again, and she squirmed and bucked against him so much that he knew she was close to another orgasm.
He’d get her there, too. The taste of her was stronger here, and her cunt juicy with her slick heat. He flicked his tongue inside her, and decided to add a little something extra to things. He pulled his mouth free and kissed her inner thigh. “Grip me with these, sweetheart.”
She did, her firm thigh muscles clenching against his neck.
Perfect.
Drake sank his tongue into her again, and as he did, one hand went to her clit and began to tease it in time with the strokes of his tongue.
She gave a little squeal and her hips bucked against him. “Oh gosh! Oh!” Her pussy ground against his face, and she was practically shoving her cunt against his tongue, which was hot as fuck. His own hips pushed against the bed as he continued to eat her out, his thumb rubbing against her clit as he worked her with his tongue, and she moaned and cried out his name, over and over, her hips rocking against him until her movements became so needy and so quick that she was doing little more than quivering against his tongue, her voice a high-pitched cry that seemed to go on and on.
And then she was coming, and she clenched him so hard with her thighs that she nearly cut off his circulation, and her juices flooded his tongue and his mouth and he lapped at her, his thumb still working her clit to draw the orgasm out and make it last forever. God, she was sexy. Sexy and responsive and all goddamn his.
And still looks so innocent in every where he touched , but not for long. His cock was more than ready to seal the deal, and so was the rest of him.
Reluctantly, he pulled his face away from her hot, sweet pussy. His mouth and cheeks were wet from her juices, and he tugged at his shirt and pulled it free of his belt, then wiped his face clean.Sarah’s legs hung over the side of the bed, and she lay back, stunned, staring up at the ceiling, her face flushed.
He chuckled. “Did I break you, sweetheart?”
“That’s twice,” she said in a dreamy voice. “My legs feel like noodles but I feel so, so good.”
“Good enough to cover that last base, do you think?”
She languidly sat up on the bed and licked her lips. “But Drake , we haven’t done any of the bases for you.”
Ah, damn. His cock hurt so bad at the sound of that. “I know, sweetheart. We’ll get to me some other night. Tonight is about you and your satisfaction . You are worth it honey? You won’t hurt my feelings if you change your mind about going further .”
“I’m sure,” she told him softly, her eyes shining.
If she wanted to move forward, then there was no turning back now. At this point, though, Drake
didn’t want to turn back. He wanted to shove his cock into her plush, wet warmth and revel in how tight she was. He wanted to bury himself in her and feel her all around him, see her eyes widen with pleasure as he stroked inside her.
So yeah, he was a selfish bastard, but that was what she wanted, right? So he gave her one last quick kiss and got out of bed, heading to the bathroom to shed his clothes and seek out a condom. He tore the package open and rolled it down his aching length, then headed back into the room with Sarah .
She’d sat up on the bed, and was gazing at him with anticipation in her eyes. Her hair was a tangled mess around her face, but it only made her lovelier in his eyes. He moved back to the bed and eased her back down onto her back, and began to kiss her again, his knee moving between her legs to separate them. She kissed him back, at first hesitant, then growing with excitement as the kisses grew more intense. When she made a soft noise in her throat, he reached down between them and stroked his fingers through the wet, velvety petals of her pussy. “Are you ready, sweetheart?”
“Ready,” she breathed against his mouth. “I’m yours, Drake .”
“I know,” he murmured, and flicked at her clit before sinking two fingers deep. She took him with a little sigh, her hips arching, and so when he stroked in again, he added a third finger, attempting to stretch her for his cock. She clung to his neck and her mouth locked onto his, kissing him over and over again.
Then, he could put it off no longer. His cock ached with need, and her cunt was slippery around his fingers, and the girl in his arms was sighing and panting with desire. Drake pushed his weight on top of her and then braced his arms against her sides. He spread her long legs wide and then lay his hips against hers until his cock was pressing against her sex.
Her eyes widened. “Oh. That feels . . .”
“Good?” He took his dick in one hand and rubbed it up and down through her folds, lubricating it with her wetness. “Are you ready for me?”
She nodded, and her hands went to his neck, the look on her face utterly trusting.
When his cock was wet enough (and he could stand it no longer), Drake put his hand on her inner thigh and pushed her leg back against the bed, spreading her wide for him. Then, guiding his length to her entrance, he fitted the head against her heat and looked back up at her.
“Still okay?”
She bit her lip. “Feels very big.”
“That’s because it is,” he said. “But you’ll take me in. It’ll be delicious and snug and it’ll feel so good that neither of us will be able to stand it.”
“I’m ready, then,” she said in a soft voice.
So he began to push into her. She was still tight, despite his efforts to stretch her to take him. Well-lubricated and wet, but still tight. Pushing his cock into her was an exquisite torture. He inched the head inside, pausing with every breath that she sucked in. Slowly, he fed his length into her until he was about halfway in, and she squirmed against him.
“Wow,” she whispered.
He was in intense agony, too. His cock was aching madly. But he forced himself to lean in and give her another comforting kiss until she relaxed again, and then he began to slowly stroke into her, pushing himself a little deeper each time.
She moaned, her first encouraging sign in what felt like endless minutes. So he continued to kiss and murmur sweet things against her mouth, even as his hips rocked against hers and he continued to press deeper, and deeper, determined to seat himself fully inside her tight passage. She was squeezing him like a glove, and it felt so fucking good that it was driving him insane with need.
And then, after what felt like forever, he was in. He was seated to the hilt, his balls resting against her skin. He paused for a moment, reveling in the sensation. Then, he gave his hips a little swivel and looked down at the silent woman underneath him. “How do you feel?”
She was panting, but the panicked look had gone from her face. Instead, she looked thoughtful. “Very full,” Sarah admitted. “It’s a good feeling. I miss this so much, though.”
“You’re very wet, and I’m very careful,” he told her, then reached down to caress one of her pretty breasts. “Let me know when you’re ready for me to start moving.”
“Go ahead,” she told him. “I’m ready.” And she even gave him a little wriggle of encouragement.
Thank fucking god. Holding still was killing him. Gazing down at her, Drake carefully worked his hips, pulling out and sinking back in again, ever so slowly. Her flesh was swollen around him, and she was so incredibly tight. It felt amazing for him, but the way she gave a tiny flinch here and there told him that it wasn’t quite amazing for her yet.
He continued to play with her breast as he stroked in and out of her. “You are fucking tight Sarah?”
She shook her head. “I have not been with anyone for two years, it hurt at first but it’s gone now. Now it just feels . . . kinda nice.”
Drake chuckled. Only “kinda”? His ego could hardly stand it. “Mind if I speed up?”
“Be my guest,” she said, and then giggled at the inanity of it. “Be my guest to my pussy.”
He laughed, too, because the look on her face was so beautiful with its happiness. Only Sarah would get the giggles while he was balls-deep inside her. And it was so fucking perfect that he couldn’t help himself—this time, when he stroked into her, he wasn’t gentle, and he wasn’t slow. He was rough, and he was hard, just like he wanted to be with her.
And her eyes widened and the giggle died. She clung to him tighter.
“Hurts?” he asked.
But she shook her head, blinking. “Felt . . . different. Deep inside me.”
That, he liked. He thumbed her sweet little nipple and teased it even as he pumped into her again. “Wrap your legs around me, if you want.”
She did, and those heavenly thighs gripped his hips. He helped her change the angle a little, adjusting her hips and legs until she was in the perfect position, and he sank hard and deep again.
She gasped. “Oh. That was . . . oh, I think I need to feel that again.” Her nails dug into his skin.
He was more than happy to oblige.
Then, he began to piston into her soft flesh, his cock driving into her fast and furious. He was unable to hold back, and he let go of her breast to anchor her hips into the perfect spot for driving into her. She wasn’t protesting, either. That soft little “guh” sound escaped her again and her thighs grew tighter against him, and she was raising her hips to meet his every rough thrust. Her eyes closed and a look of intense concentration was on her face, as if she were trying very hard to focus on pleasure.
And he was in fucking heaven, himself, her wet cunt like a hot glove, and her body taking everything he was giving her. He continued to thrust into her without finesse, working her over until his balls were slapping against her skin with every thrust, and she was giving these breathless little moans, and her tits were jiggling with every pound of his cock into her.
“Oh,” she moaned again. “Oh, I think I feel something—”
“Squeeze me with your legs, Sarah,” he instructed her, angling her hips again. He hadn’t found her g-spot yet, but she was squirming and moving so much that it was hard to pin down. But when she obeyed and her legs clenched tight around him, he grabbed her hips again and raised her higher, and his cock pumped into her again.
This time, her eyes flew open. “Oh fuck! What was that?”
A laugh burst from him. “That was the perfect angle.” And he stroked into her again.
“Oh fuck!” she cried out again, and then she gave another little shrill cry as he pounded her once more. “Oh my fuck!”
“You coming, sweetheart?”
“Fuck!” She yelled in his ear, and he felt her cunt quiver around him.
That was all he needed to know. He pushed into her, hard, rough, and she gave a little scream, her body clenching around him as she came.
He thrust rough and hard and then he came himself, his release finally roaring through him so fiercely that black spots swam before his eyes and he momentarily lost his breath. He gave her another slow stroke, finishing his orgasm, and then fell forward onto her, their damp skin sticking together as they both sought to catch their breath.
And . . . damn if that wasn’t an amazing fuck. The best he’d ever had. With a gusty sigh, he gave her another quick kiss and then rolled off of her so he didn’t crush her with his weight.
Sarah made a soft sound of protest as he did. “You weren’t heavy. I liked the way you felt.”
“I like the way you feel underneath me,” he said, skimming a hand down her sweat-damp flesh. “But I should probably take this condom off.” Reluctantly, he hauled out of bed and went to the bathroom and cleaned himself up. Then, he returned with a damp washcloth and gestured at Sarah. “Let me do the honors.”
Her face flushed bright red, but she obediently opened her legs for him, and he bathed her tender tissues, noting that she had cried a little, but not a ton. Good. He hadn’t wanted to hurt his Sarah.
his ex no longer, though. He woman
“Stay the night with me,” he told her, pressing kisses against her shoulder blades as they spooned. “I sleep better when you’re against me.”
“I have to wake up early,” she cautioned him, but she didn’t move a muscle to get out of bed.
“I’ll set the alarm. Just stay with me.”
“Always,” she murmured softly, and as his hand cupped her breast, her hand covered his.
And it felt fucking perfect.
“I love you,” she said softly to him.
Drake only squeezed her tighter against him, dread clenching in his stomach. She might love him now, but what about tomorrow, when she learned the truth about who he really was?