Angel Next Door

No better time then the present…

Following you down the hall, my point of view is a clear shot of you skipping towards your apartment and your ass, my god! jiggles with a sweet rippling bounce. Each stride intensifies my divining rod ready for a second go round.

You glance back coyly, playfully and realize that I’m packing a loaded pistol. You immediately halt your forward momentum. Your sudden hunger radiates from your terra coloured eyes.

That kind of fixation suggests otherwise and judging from that one look on your face, we may never reach your place just yet.

Before I could react, my shorts dropped and draped around my ankles. Both your hands gently take a hold of my rolled tough meat and you watch with excitement as it jerks upward with every caress.

The beating sensation on your fingers increases the fascination. And once again you take me into your warm moist mouth. Saliva flows down the shaft, lubricating every rippled swollen vein.

Your tongue controls the tempo pushing against the tip, whipping over the frenulum, swaying across the meatus, pushing more blood through my turgid dick.

Your hands work in tune with your lips as they simultaneously work together with the back of your throat driving absolutely bat shit.

The closer you push me to cum, the harder I hold off this burrowing feeling growing deep within my core and as much as I want to drain my milk pleasurably down your throat, the stronger is my desire to pound your tight pussy.

Thinking about how your sugary folds tasted and the way my cock is feeling right now, its muscle memory twitching agonizingly anticipating to be sucked into your sweet centre.

I lean back slightly to watch you savour every ounce, then slowly pull my hips away from your mouth. Your lips tenderly peel themselves from my robust tip. A thin weblike strand of saliva bridges us together for a moment.

I help you to your feet but then carefully drop to one knee myself, slide my hand up your soft quivering quad before wrapping my arm around the back of your left thigh, follow its length then raise it over my shoulder, hooking it at the knee and resting it against my traps.

Once there, I’m closely reacquainted with your sweet spread. I can feel your kegel muscles tense up, squeezing your glistening lips of perfection and witness the silky stream of fruitfulness dousing the crease of your inner thigh.

Immediately you grab my head and drown my face into your decadence. And I wouldn’t hesitate one more second. Lifting your other leg around my body, your ass sits on my chiselled chest and my mouth begins to nuzzle deep into your beautiful cavernous maze.

Each delicate stroke of my tongue is followed intimately with a gentle tug at your clit. Licking and sweeping across your slippery edges you grip me tighter keeping my rhythm to your symphony.

Falling drunk off your wine, I still suck on your throbbing bean, devouring its plumpness. In this erotic commotion we haven’t a care to be seen. Our only concern was the feeling of this ultimate connection.

Leaning your body against the wall just outside your apartment, with a mouth full of lust and my hands roaming your satin skin they ache to take a firm hold of your round tits and low behold I’ve carried you into the kitchen of your place.

Easing your bubbly tush onto the breakfast nook my thumb and index fingers claw at both your woken nipples. You swallow a breath beneath your whimper of delight, “OHH HMMMM! fuuuuuuck,” escapes a bit bottom lip. “Ahhh, FUCK YES!

Grabbing the two ends of the nook you brace yourself. Your perfect body quivers and trembles, on the brink of eruption.

You cry out, “Don’t fucking stop, I’m gonna cum, yes! YESSSS! …. OHHHHH FUUUUUUUUUUCK!!

With every rush to reach primal lust, I keep chasing, starving for more, tugging on my deepest desires to fill your heart. My left hand rises from your hill, fingers stretch clamping around your throat and the other around your waist. In one fell swoop I pull you onto the wood stool.

Your ass plants firmly on the dark stained surface; the perfect height. With two hands, like a noose I start to tighten my grip around your throat. My thumbs run along your chin and our eyes eclipsed with complete dilation meet. That’s when you understood how much I hungered for this moment.

On the cliffs edge, my rod dug hard and dug deep. Each blow stronger and more powerful than the next. My hips working overtime, striking your body with the force of a wrecking ball. Not sure what came o er me, but I wanted you in so many ways.

Taking a handful of hair and spin you over, your back parallel to the ceiling stomach pinned to the stool, your soft white ass perched magnificently.

For a second you glance over your shoulder, then smile when you see the thrill flush over my face, I wanted the whole happy meal and you were ready to have your pussy pounded again and again.

Kneading your cheeks like dough, I spread them apart and like a thief, thrust my will into your immaculate temple. In that instance the joy of remembering Newtons’ third Law, that in every action there’s an equal and opposite reaction.

Seeing the intoxicating surge of motion reverberate at impact, sending ripples straight up your toned tattooed back.

To be continued…