The Lion And His Prey   added 1 year ago    

  By: WhatHeWanted

The water was beautiful in the moonlight and the hundreds of stars that filled the midnight sky were breathtaking. I was standing at the end of the pier, leaning against the wooden railing, staring down into the rippling water. I often came out here when I needed to think.

 
 

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He was like a lion stalking its prey. I hadn’t heard him make a sound as he approached and without warning he was there.

“Take off your clothes for me.” The whisper from behind me was low and drenched with raw lust. I felt his finger trace a line up my spine. It made me shiver. I took a few steps back from the railing.

I stood for a moment. A brief hesitation. Then slowly I pulled my shirt over my head and let it fall to the wooden floor. I reached down and methodically unbuttoned my jeans. They fell to my feet.

I could feel him watching me. His eyes were burning deep in to my skin.

I reached behind my back and unhooked my bra. I slid one strap down over my shoulder. Then the other one.

He liked me to do it slow.

I let my bra fall to the floor and immediately my nipples started to respond to the cool night air that was now caressing my naked skin.

A second later he came up behind me and I felt his solid body pressed up against mine. His hard cock was tight up against my ass. He wrapped his big, muscular arms around me and I felt his thumbs brush against my erect nipples. My breath caught and my entire body immediately began to react to his touch.

“Do you want me, fuck toy?” he breathed into my neck.

“I want you.” I said as a moan escaped my throat.

He continued to touch my breasts with one hand as the other started a journey down my flat stomach. His touch set fire to my skin. I could feel the wetness starting to form between my legs. I could feel my panties start to become moist. I thought I’d surely die if he stopped touching me now. He kissed my neck.

His index finger traced the top of my black lace panties, teasing me. Then he slid his finger down between my panties and my bare skin. I needed his touch and he knew exactly where. He took pleasure in taunting me.

He slid his hand back out of my panties and instead started to stroke my soaking wet pussy through the fabric. I moaned. I couldn’t help myself. His fingers traced circles around my swollen clit. I felt myself on the edge of coming undone. He knew I was almost there. He stopped touching me and took a step back.

He took me by the arm and turned me around to face him. Then he got down on his knees and looked up at me with his piercing green eyes. God, he was handsome.

He slid his index fingers under each side of where my panties were resting on my hips. I licked my lips. He slowly began to pull them down, kissing my thighs, down my legs, kissing my knees. He let my panties fall to the wooden floor. He kissed my thighs again. Soft, gentle kisses. Then he moved higher.

I felt his mouth on the outside of my sex. He kissed me there. I thrust against his face.

He stopped and stood up.

I wanted to beg him to get back down there and release me from this agony. But I knew he wouldn’t. Not so easily.

“Bend over the railing.” He ordered. I turned around and did as I was told.

I heard him unzip his pants and then I felt his throbbing cock against my ass once again. I pushed back against him, a silent plea.

He positioned his cock between my legs, rubbed it over my swollen, wet, throbbing pussy, and then he thrust deep inside me. I let out a gasp followed by a loud moan. He went still.

“Don’t you come yet, fuck doll.” He growled.

I bit my lip.

I needed sweet release.

He grabbed my long blonde hair in one hand and tugged, thrusting inside me again. He did it over and over. Each time he entered me his cock went deeper and the thrusts got faster. I wasn’t going to last much longer.

He kissed my back. My shoulders. The back of my neck.

All the while thrusting inside me.

“Tell me you’re mine.” He whispered against my neck. His breathing had gotten heavier.

“I’m yours.” I moaned. I couldn’t take much more of this. I was about to explode.

“All mine?” He growled.

“All yours.” I whispered.

And with that he pounded his cock into me fast and deep and we both erupted into a volcano of orgasmic bliss. 




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