Burning Up Flint
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tongue teased and taunted her. He sucked on her and let his teeth scrape the sensitive bud he had captured in his mouth. His tongue then pushed at the hood of her cl*t to torment that tiny spot that drove her wild, pushing just enough against it that she knew she was going to come. She couldnt hold back.
Her body tensed, growing tighter and tighter inside as her inner muscles clenched and quivered.
Moisture flooded her pu**y as moans tore from her throat. What Flint was doing to her was beyond anything shed ever felt before with a man between her thighs. He was better than her vibrator or her own finger pleasuring herself. She bucked her hips, feeling her cl*t harden even further, wanting to come more than her next breath and knowing she was so damn close she was on the edge. If he stopped she was going to kill him because she would never survive if he left her hanging.
He shifted his hands on her, instantly she worried that hed stop but that thought turned into a loud moan of sheer rapture as he pushed a thick finger inside her to fill the aching need of wanting him inside her. He curled that finger and rubbed her inner wall at the back of her clit. That was all it took for Mira to come apart under his mouth and around his finger. She screamed out his name as violent spasms seized her.
Sharp blasts of pleasure surged inside her as she cried out over and over until she went limp in the aftermath.
Flints mouth released her cl*t as the finger slid out of her. She knew she was soaked as that finger spread her wetness around her sex, coating her labia. She moaned softly as his thumb brushed her oversensitive nub before stroking downward, using her wetness to make sure every part of her was coated with her slick release. She couldnt move but the bed did though as his weight shifted on the mattress. Her eyes opened so she could stare up in wonder at Flint as he climbed over her to pin her under his body, trapping her between his hands spread on the bed next to her arms. She followed his intense gaze when he looked down their bodies and saw how aroused he was. He didnt even have to grip his thick, erect c**k to guide it into her. He was so hard he just had to adjust the angle of his hips.
The thick head of Flints c**k pressed against her body as he teased her a little, gliding his incredibly hard blunt tip up and down her slit, spreading more of her fluids so that he was well coated too. He stilled, pressed against the entrance of her pu**y, the thick head of his shaft poised there, against her opening. He slowly pushed forward, making her feel pressure before he slid inside her.
She gasped in pleasure at the wonderful sensation of her pu**y being penetrated and stretched. He was so thick and she didnt think she could take him but he didnt give her a choice as he very slowly pushed in deeper. She shut her eyes, trying to relax. Her muscles were protesting being forced wider than they had ever been. Her pu**y was slippery wet from how turned-on she was and from coming. It helped ease him into her without pain. He drove into her deeper still, causing her to suck in air in a loud gasp.
Flint froze on her, not moving at all.
Am I hurting you, Mirasia Carver? Youre so damn tight. Flints voice was unusually deep and raggedly harsh. It sounded as if the words had been torn from deep in his throat.
She saw sweat on his brow then looked into a pair of dark eyes that were raw with passion and need.
He looked like a man on the edge. His shoulder-length hair fell forward next to her face. His mouth was tense and she could see a muscle jump along his jaw. He looked as if he were torn between pain and passion. She understood.
Youre stretching me. It burns a little but it doesnt hurt.
Relief was obvious in his eyes. Im using every ounce of my self-control, Mirasia Carver. I dont want to hurt you but you feel so damn good. Youre like a fist around me that almost hurts but nothing has ever felt better. Tell me if I injure you. Ill try to be gentle.
He pushed in
Her body tensed, growing tighter and tighter inside as her inner muscles clenched and quivered.
Moisture flooded her pu**y as moans tore from her throat. What Flint was doing to her was beyond anything shed ever felt before with a man between her thighs. He was better than her vibrator or her own finger pleasuring herself. She bucked her hips, feeling her cl*t harden even further, wanting to come more than her next breath and knowing she was so damn close she was on the edge. If he stopped she was going to kill him because she would never survive if he left her hanging.
He shifted his hands on her, instantly she worried that hed stop but that thought turned into a loud moan of sheer rapture as he pushed a thick finger inside her to fill the aching need of wanting him inside her. He curled that finger and rubbed her inner wall at the back of her clit. That was all it took for Mira to come apart under his mouth and around his finger. She screamed out his name as violent spasms seized her.
Sharp blasts of pleasure surged inside her as she cried out over and over until she went limp in the aftermath.
Flints mouth released her cl*t as the finger slid out of her. She knew she was soaked as that finger spread her wetness around her sex, coating her labia. She moaned softly as his thumb brushed her oversensitive nub before stroking downward, using her wetness to make sure every part of her was coated with her slick release. She couldnt move but the bed did though as his weight shifted on the mattress. Her eyes opened so she could stare up in wonder at Flint as he climbed over her to pin her under his body, trapping her between his hands spread on the bed next to her arms. She followed his intense gaze when he looked down their bodies and saw how aroused he was. He didnt even have to grip his thick, erect c**k to guide it into her. He was so hard he just had to adjust the angle of his hips.
The thick head of Flints c**k pressed against her body as he teased her a little, gliding his incredibly hard blunt tip up and down her slit, spreading more of her fluids so that he was well coated too. He stilled, pressed against the entrance of her pu**y, the thick head of his shaft poised there, against her opening. He slowly pushed forward, making her feel pressure before he slid inside her.
She gasped in pleasure at the wonderful sensation of her pu**y being penetrated and stretched. He was so thick and she didnt think she could take him but he didnt give her a choice as he very slowly pushed in deeper. She shut her eyes, trying to relax. Her muscles were protesting being forced wider than they had ever been. Her pu**y was slippery wet from how turned-on she was and from coming. It helped ease him into her without pain. He drove into her deeper still, causing her to suck in air in a loud gasp.
Flint froze on her, not moving at all.
Am I hurting you, Mirasia Carver? Youre so damn tight. Flints voice was unusually deep and raggedly harsh. It sounded as if the words had been torn from deep in his throat.
She saw sweat on his brow then looked into a pair of dark eyes that were raw with passion and need.
He looked like a man on the edge. His shoulder-length hair fell forward next to her face. His mouth was tense and she could see a muscle jump along his jaw. He looked as if he were torn between pain and passion. She understood.
Youre stretching me. It burns a little but it doesnt hurt.
Relief was obvious in his eyes. Im using every ounce of my self-control, Mirasia Carver. I dont want to hurt you but you feel so damn good. Youre like a fist around me that almost hurts but nothing has ever felt better. Tell me if I injure you. Ill try to be gentle.
He pushed in
