cock. Christie lowered herself slightly and her body tingled with excitement as his thick head pressed against her entrance, promising endless delights. He was big and thick, but she was completely flooded with her juices and ready to do whatever needed to fit him. When she sunk down on him, slowly, she could feel her eyes welling up with tears. He gave her all the time she needed, grasping her hip with one hand while his thumb circled her clit lazily, enticing her with the endless delights he could offer her.
She winced as he stretched her wide, the girl feeling immensely too small to fit his girth, but his warm breath on her neck as he kissed her and the slow rhythm of his pulse making his cock throb deliciously in her tunnel made her go further. She bobbed up and down on him carefully, learning to fit him, until she could finally take almost all of him. Christie gasped for breath, staying in place and hoping to adjust to him. Callum wiped a tear from her cheek and laid a kiss where it had rolled, his strong scent making her already dizzy head spin.
“Are you alright?” he asked, a growl tumbling in his throat and being barely kept down. Christie nodded, sweat dappling her skin, and the next moment she knew he had taken her fully. The man had grabbed her by her waist with his big hands and thrust into her. The girl screamed out, but it quickly died in her throat as he started driving into her with a steady rhythm, taking the pain out of the equation and replacing it with pure pleasure.
She purred with delight as he made her meet his rhythm, shoving her down by her hips just as he thrust upwards. While never being a prude, Christie hadn’t been given much opportunity to truly enjoy the wicked delights that two bodies could bring each other. It was very clear that with Callum, all of that would change. She kissed him hungrily, her nails raking down his broad shoulders. Her clit bumped against him as she rode him, the sensation of him rubbing against her making her stomach twist and hot and cold flashes run through her spine. Their moans coiled together and the smell of sex and lust took over. Christie couldn’t see or hear anything but her immediate pleasure and the heavenly man she had so happily found.
A strong arm wrapped around her waist and moments later she found herself on her back, staring up at the ceiling until Callum’s boyish smile filled her vision. He kissed her as her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling the man into her more. Long fingers trekked down his chiseled chest, marked with brown curls of hair, and down to his abs and navel. She reveled in the feeling of his body responding to her touch, his skin breaking out in goose bumps wherever her fingertips trailed. The big man with his commanding presence could be brought to his knees by the touch of the right woman and it made her giddy to know that she was that woman.
Her tongue darted into his mouth and tasted him deeply, thinking she might never get enough of him. Callum started drilling into her with slow, measured thrusts, making Christie shudder all over. He was just the right combination of a slow but demanding lover that made her knees quake and her slit pulse with need. The slow, consistent motions gave her time to fully enjoy the contact, her back arching and soft murmurs escaping her lips. His muscles bulged on his back when he strained against her, not rushing either of them along but being sure not to cut the enjoyment short either. Carefully, he withdrew from her and before Christie could protest, she felt the slick warmth of a nimble tongue slide over her crease.
She trembled, her hands balling into fists as a deep blush came over her cheeks. He parted her legs and held them there, despite the spasmodic shivers that went through her thighs as he teased her. Measured circles around her clit made Christie’s core swell and contract, the fire burning hot. She pushed her head back and her back arched, hips bucking
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