1. Hard Candy


    Date: 8/12/2015, Categories: Fiction, Author: LushStories, Rating: 100, Source: sexstories.com

    above my head so that I can’t break free. I writhe beneath you defiantly though, challenging your control and still inspiring you to be more forceful. I can see it in your eyes. You love wrecking me like this and watching me come apart for you. You know I want it, and you’re only too happy to deliver. I provoke you with my little smiles, your face hovering just inches above mine. I push the lollipop into the corner of my cheek. “Let me suck your tongue,” I whisper. You pull the glossy white stem from my mouth and drop the candy on the cold tile floor beside us. Then you settle back over me until I can feel your warm breath on my face. You tease me with your tongue at first, flicking it over my mouth but soon I’ve captured it between my sugared lips. It becomes my new lollipop and you taste just as sweet. At the same time, I can feel your cock throbbing inside me and I’m delirious with the heat and humidity, the slick water, clean sweat and our sticky kiss. Your pelvis grinds against my clit and soon I’m coming hard. My back arches and my breasts push against your chest as a long strangled whimper erupts from my throat. You seem to ride the wave with me, keeping rhythm, your hand entangled in the wet hair at the base of my neck. You tug on it hard, forcing my neck to tilt to the side so that you can murmur ...
    filthy words into my ear. Your drive for release continues unabated, however, like a steam train into an endless tunnel. It’s not long before I feel one last deep thrust into my slick and swollen cunt before your body stiffens and you reach your own climax, filling me with your seed. Now I’m warm and wet from the inside out. Breathing heavily, you settle over me, bodies pressed together and still entwined as we rest. I’m exhausted, satiated yet still aflame with heat. I remember scenes like this, laying with you on the bathroom floor, breathing in tandem in a fog of mutual satisfaction. They flicker across my mind to tempt me in quieter moments. I've had other men but they don't know me like you do. Our connection is liquid and instinctive. We create our own kind of pornography and it’s not always pretty and soft. There are hard edges and unexpected sweet pleasures. Sometimes these thoughts come to me and my expectations grow. Maybe if it doesn’t hurt just a little, it’s not worth trying to have. My head turns to the side, still stinging from your last kiss. I see the shiny pink bulb, impaled on the glossy white stem, resting in a little pool of water on the cold ceramic tile floor. It’s melted, sucked almost down to the core, raw sugar, unapologetically addictive. Yet I still crave it. You’re my hard candy. The End.
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