pleasurable.
I felt him yank softly on the neckline of my gown until my perky left breast tumbled out of its silken cage. His lips immediately found my little pink nipple and sucked it quickly into the warmth of his mouth.
I gasped and arched my back as he gently sucked and nibbled on my hardened nipple. I had never felt so erotic and turned on as I did now. I felt the warmth growing in my core, stoking my need for him.
I reached down and felt between his legs. The bulge in his pants was hard, straining against the fabric. I rubbed my hand against it, feeling it jump under my touch. Blake groaned against my breast, emboldening me further.
I reached out and undid the final button of his shirt, pulling it off to reveal his golden tanned, muscular chest. He was in such great shape, especially for a man in his forties. I ran my hand over his hard abs and up over his bulging biceps. I worked my way up his strong arms until I finally gripped his broad, rounded shoulders and pushed myself further up into his lap.
I could feel his hard bulge against my damp panties, the slight pressure sending little electric waves through my whole body. I had never wanted anything as badly as I wanted Blake right then. All of my conditioning on the evils of premarital sex seemed ridiculous in the moment. I felt more alive and in love with the world than ever before. I wanted him. I needed him.
I started to rock my hips, letting my moistened panties glide over his bulge, pressing our bodies together. I gasped and moaned, pushing harder against him.
“Fuck, Grace, you are playing with fire,” Blake groaned against my neck. His fingers dug into the soft skin on my hips, pressing me hard against him.
“I like fire,” I whispered back, letting my lips graze over the side of his face.
Blake’s hand moved down my hip, across my thigh, and then felt between my legs. As his fingers pressed against the soaking fabric, a low groan escaped his lips. He pushed my wet panties quickly to the side and his fingers touched my tight slit. I was already soaking with desire, my cream coating his fingers as he pushed inside of me.
His fingers felt so good as he deftly explored my untouched contours. He pressed his palm hard against my swollen clit as he thrust two fingers deep inside me.
I gasped at the new pleasurable sensations that shot through my body. He thrust his fingers in deep and I rocked against his hand, feeling the hard pressure of his palm against my clit.
“You are so fucking wet,” he groaned in surprise as his fingers slipped against my dripping slit.
“My body wants you,” I moaned in response, rocking against his hand.
“You don’t know what you are asking for.” He pulled his fingers out of me. “I’m going to fuck you harder than you’ve ever been fucked.”
“I’ve never been fucked,” I replied quietly, suddenly feeling nervous.
“Shit!” Are you serious?” He looked into my eyes and I could see the darkness clouding over them again.
“I want you to do it. I want you,” I pleaded, staring right back into those fiery green eyes.
“You make me a bad man, Grace. I can’t help it.” There was a deep desire in his voice, but it was tinged with sadness. He stared straight into my eyes and I could see the emotions roiling behind them.
Before I could try to convince him further. Blake reached down and yanked on his zipper, freeing his hard cock from its restraints. It was so big, thick and long that I felt suddenly apprehensive. Something that big could never fit inside of me. He would break me open.
I opened my mouth to protest but Blake’s eyes flashed again and he grabbed my hips hard, slamming himself into me.
I cried out in pain as he thrust deep inside of me. It was a searing pain but I immediately felt the hot wave of pleasure wash over my body. I never knew pain could feel so good.
Blake did not stop. He grasped
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