VEGAS

 

Soon, I was the one feeling turned on instead by his jealousy. The thought of another man desiring me already unpleased him. Once rejected, twice desired. The way he moved, it was like his body was speaking. It was a body language I understood very well. He wanted to have his way under my pants. There wasn't any space between us both as he kept snatching me closer to himself.

 

I began to slowly move backwards, he followed my lead. His member firm but dangling in its spacious confinement. We were moving in sync and his body was starting to respond to mine. Every step I took back, he too took forward.

 

Finally, with my back against the wall, his body pressed against mine. He, desirably looking at my lips. With his potent hands, he raised and locked mine in the air. Leaving me with no room to escape. He was a man who wanted to remind me who the boss was, once in a while. And here we were.

 

As he moved against me, I could feel his hard-on grind against me. I felt him get harder and harder, this made my mouth and my pussy watery. He began to attack my neck with fervent soft kisses. He made attempts to kiss my lips and I kept dodging. I was playing cat and mice. His trials ceased not. He wanted to kiss me deeply. I too, seriously dodged. I had a feeling we were playing a game of who would tease the other over the edge first. This turned me on. The man who rejected me was here sniffing my perfume and desiring to be between the warmth of my legs. The more he moved against me, the more I seductively swang my curves against him.

 

With an evident boner, it seemed he enjoyed the teasing and I played along. After up to ten minutes of teasing each other to an explosion. He gave up. He ripped my light hoodie with his powerful hands. I kept my hands in the air. I was being his submissive little mistress. All I ought to do is abide. We were locking lips and bodies in no time. My kisses surely betraying the desire I had been trying to hide. He claimed my mouth with a fierceness that excited me and I returned the passion. He furthermore the lighter shirt I wore, leaving the remains still clinging to me. That didn't bother him.

 

His hands immediately made direct contact with my skin in seconds. He delayed no more. He was a hungry man. His hands were now roaming all over my upper body, he grabbed my braless boobs and lightly flickered them. I moaned hard as the coldness of the wall on my back gave a feeling in direct contrast with the feel of his hungry hands on my boobs. He took each nipple in his hands and I completely lost it when he began to tease them so sweetly with his tongue.

 

I was offering myself to a hungry man. He needed to devour me. My pussy was throbbing so hard now and all I wanted was for his big, hard, cock to take over me completely. I reached down to pull his sweatpants down. He took my hand off to do it himself and pinned mine back to the wall. He is the man - I almost forgot. And this is his domain. His cock sprung up and this time, I was the one desperately craving for it. He saw the hunger in me and held my right hand tightly. He roughly turned me to face the wall and began to grind at my back.

 

He disrespectfully tore my leggings and let his member trace around my back with precum dripping out. My thing wasn't spared at all. He roughly took it down to meet the remainders of my leggings. The cool atmospheric breeze teased my exposed pussy. This made me very anxious about his entrance. He lifted my torso a little, pushing my upper body even harder against the wall making my little booty pop out. This allowed me to stand on my feet to set myself ready for his mighty entrance.

 

With one unison act, he entered with pressure. I felt like my pussy was about to tear in two as his big dick made its determined way into my tight, wet cunt. I cried out in pleasure. This encouraged him to hold my ponytail so firm. In and out of my pussy he moved until my hole started to get used to his hugeness and inconsistent hard thrusts.

 

" Dishing out my pussy, aren't you ?", he breathlessly asked.

 

He pulled my hair and intensified his thrusts before I could answer. His other hand was now firmly resting on my left love handle while the other yanking on my hair.

 

" Who's daddy .. huh .. ?", he continued to ask under wonderful groans.

 

" Was he better? huh? Or you're just being nasty and naughty ?", he asked with rage.

 

My poor hair was paying for what I hadn't done. At least not yet. As he intensely penetrated me, my boobs were hitting the wall over and over again, causing my nipples to harden. This only heightened my excitement. Finally, he found a rhythm and I knew I had reached vegas. I closed my eyes, quivered against the wall, and found my orgasm. He did not stop his assault on my tight cunt as I came hard around him. He was making me pay for being a bad girl. He knew what he was doing.

 

The fact that he continued invading my pussy only drove me over the edge to the most. I closed my eyes, cried out, and exploded again. He shifted his hands from my love handle to my ass. Digging his nails deep into my flesh, he gave me the hardest thrust and stilled. I knew that he finally reached vegas.

 

He was offloading. I felt his throbbing cock vibrate intently as I was so damn sure some sweet juicy man cum was making its way into my cunt. Within me, I was happy. Finally, I can go back and smell my flowers. But I knew that wasn't the case when he finally spoke. I may be going to Tokyo after all.

 

" Close your legs tightly ", he said.