He leaned forward and tenderly kissed me. I leaned my head back and gasped. “I could taste you forever,” he moaned while diving in. Now, Oakley was a messy eater, but he devoured pussy like a skilled target master. His tongue flicked my clit with precision and in rhythm to my bliss. His strong hands wrapped around me as he lapped me up.

I was shaking so hard he had to hold me in place. The whimpers escaping my lips were harsh and needy. I felt so close to that peak of pleasure I couldn’t handle it.

I didn’t even have time to feel embarrassed about how I arched to follow his movements. And when he pinched my clit between his demanding lips, an orgasm tore through me. It was hard and fast, bursting through every nerve ending in my body.

“Oh-oh. Oakley!” I cried out as the shocks rocked through me.

He stood up and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. There was no mistaking the slickness coating his lips. I reached for his shirt and practically tore it off of his body. He quickly moved for his jeans and shrugged them off like a frantic man on a mission. “I can’t wait to hear you say my name when my cock is buried inside of you,” he said.

The moment his perfect body was free of clothes, I wrapped my legs around his waist. He carried me to his bedroom, kissing my neck. It felt good, to feel light and small against him. He picked me up like it was effortless.

My back hit the mattress, and he quickly pulled a condom from his nightstand. Then, he did that hot guy move where he tore open the foil with his teeth. I greedily watched as he slid it on his monster cock.

Once it was on, he pried my thighs open and stared at my cunt like it was the best damn thing he’d ever seen. “Amanda, you’re going to ruin me.”

I reached for him as he positioned himself between my legs. I looked him in the eye, grabbing his ass, guiding him inside of me. “Oh, fuckkkk,” he groaned.

Oh fuck, indeed. Oakley was fucking huge. My lips parted on a moan as I adjusted to him. “You’re so freaking big,” I choked out.

“You okay? Need me to go slow?”

“No! Hard. I want you h-hard.” I’d never been the type to demand things in bed. I was always too nervous to stumble through the motions with lackluster frat daddies to demand much of anything. But I felt safe with Oakley. I felt cherished. I felt...sexy.

Oakley didn’t waste a second. He started thrusting, pounding power in his movements. I squirmed as filthy, wet slapping sounds filled his room. We clawed at each other’s bodies, kissing, biting, crying out as our hips rolled with each hard intrusion.