Page 21 of Starving for Her

James

I tossLayla face-down on my bed. She squeals as she kicks in the air, and when she lands, her gorgeous ass shakes in a way that lights a full-blown fury inside of me. I react instantly, grab her ass with both hands and pin her to the bed then spread her wide open.

And there it is—her cute little asshole, puckered above her fresh, red pussy. I bury my face in her cheeks and run my tongue across everything that’s pink. Her gasp of surprise causes my cock to flex as a fresh wave of lust jolts through me.

I’ll have that hole too, just not tonight. One step at a time.

I lick her again and smother my face in her perfect ass. I could spend hours down here like this and not come up for air until she’s come so many times that she needs to rest for a week. I’ll give her more pleasure than she could ever imagine, because it’s what she deserves.

I rise up behind her. She tries to turn onto her back, but I don’t let her. A firm hand on her back pins her to the mattress, and as I mount her from behind, I squeeze her legs closed between mine so she’s lying prone on her stomach. Doggystyle is too impersonal for this. I need to be close to her when give her my load.

She lets out a long groan as I part her cheeks and slide into her eager pussy. I fall on top of her, sweating, pinning her down beneath me, my strong chest pressed against her back. My legs pinch hers together, and with each thrust, her perfect ass squeezes against my cock, increasing the pressure.

I’m lost in her. Not just physically, either. I am fucking lost.

I guess I thought I had the world all figured out. Becky fucked me over and I turned my back on women—on relationships. But I’m spinning now. I’m rethinking it all. Because of her. Because of Layla…

Her sweetness wraps my shaft in pure bliss. I close my teeth around the soft base of her neck as I pound her, claiming that virgin pussy as mine forever. Another climax hits her and she screams into the mattress. This time I don’t ease up. I keep thrusting, feeling each clench as she comes all over me.

I sit up and spank her hard, and spread her open to watch my dick go in and out. She’s so wet down there that I run my thumb through her juices and press it against her asshole. I don’t go in; I just tease her a bit like I did before with my tongue. She’s not ready for that yet. But soon.

“Your fucking ass is so hot,” I growl, feeling my balls tighten with the orgasm rising within me. “Your tight little pussy is going to make me come.”

Nothing could have prepared me for how perfect she is. I feel the warm rush of blood and throw my head back as I go off. My hips buck forward as I shoot inside her, coating her sweet, fresh walls with my seed. If it wasn’t official before; it is now. She’s mine.

“James, I’m coming!” she shouts. I drive my dick deep as she shakes beneath me, and I slump down on top of her as we both come together. I wrap my arms around her in a deep embrace, cupping her tits in both hands as I drag my open mouth along the back of her neck, tasting the salt of her sweat and sniffing the scent of her body.

“Fuck, you’re incredible,” I whisper as we regain our senses. “You know what you do to me?”

“What?” she giggles as I twist her head so I can find her lips.

“Drive me fucking crazy. I knew I had to have you the moment I saw you.”

“Love at first sight—?” she starts to say, but stops when she realizes the implication of her words. “I’m sorry. I—I didn’t mean to—”

“Don’t apologize,” I tell her. I want to say the words, but I can’t. Not quite yet. “Don’t apologize, gorgeous.”

We lie there together for what feels like a long time, until my eyelids start to droop and I start feeling sleepy. My cock’s still pretty hard, but I slowly slide out of her and roll onto my back. She groans and rolls over onto me, curling a leg across my waist. Her juices, my juices—they all spill out of her and onto me.

“Yikes, I’m sorry!” she says. I shake my head and laugh.

“Unavoidable,” I tell her. “The mess is half the fun. You’ll see.”

“I—I can’t believe I took it all.”

“You’re talented,” I smile. “Speaking of which, I wonder how that steak turned out.”

“Want to go downstairs and try it?” she asks as she traces the lines of my chest.

“I’m not moving from this bed,” I laugh. “And neither are you.”

“Oh?” she asks, pausing for a moment. “And what if I want to leave?”

“Even if I believed that you did; I wouldn’t let you.”

She doesn’t respond right away, and I glance down at her to see a concerned look on her face.

“What?”