was
brought back to her senses as he sucked her bottom lip between his teeth and
nibbled lightly on the soft skin.
Hearing her plaintive mewling sent Carl beyond the point of
control. Keeping a firm grasp of Allie, he turned her around and, continuing to
suck passionately on her lower lip, pushed her towards the door.
Allie’s back met the hard wood with a soft bump and she
instinctively parted her feet slightly.
Carl’s body moved as though hers was calling to him,
slipping his right leg between hers and pressing his thick, muscular thigh
against her mound. Gasping, he tipped his head back. “You are so sexy,” he
quickly panted, his hands sliding down her legs and gripping the hem of her
dress. “You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about this,” he added,
roughly yanking the black fabric upwards. As it got to her hips, and his
fingers brushed nothing but naked flesh, he glanced down. There he found only a
thin strip of hair covering her outer sex. “So sexy,” he repeated, seeming to
talk to himself more than her.
Allie barely heard him, but there was no opportunity to
dwell on it, as his hands continued their mission frantically bunching her
dress at her waist. Her own fingers were trembling uselessly, but made an
effort to grab for his leather belt. She hadn’t even managed to free the loose
end from the loop of his pants, before his own hands took over.
He gently removed her fingers from his way and, as he began
to quickly release the belt and unbutton his fly, Allie grasped his strong
shoulders. When he moved to kiss her again, she shifted her head to the side,
desperately trying to watch as he freed himself from his pants. When his
fingers began to emerge from the parted fabric at his groin, she sucked in an
excited breath.
Allie hadn’t had many lovers, but she knew enough to know
that Carl was generously proportioned. His length was pretty impressive, but
the girth was even more so. His shaft had a slight curve that caused the smooth
domed head, which was already weeping clear fluid, to point towards the
ceiling. The sight of him caused another surge of heat to pulse through Allie’s
body and she began to feel her arousal seep onto her inner thighs. “I want
you,” she breathed, shuffling her feet further apart.
Carl met her eyes, with a grin. “Just a sec,” he urged, his
free hand disappearing into his back pocket and quickly returning with a small
square of foil.
Allie watched him rip the wrapper open and place the circle
of latex over the damp head of his penis. With practiced ease, he rolled the
condom down to the base of his shaft. “Oh, God,” Allie whimpered. “I want you.”
Carl was already moving. As he guided his covered member
towards her entrance, he drew the tip over her clitoris, prompting a muffled
sob of delight from her. Then he slowly slipped between her outer lips.
Releasing his grasp on his shaft, Carl’s hands moved to Allie’s hips. Digging
his fingers possessively into the thin layer of skin, he slid his feet inside
hers and nudged at her, until her stance was even wider.
“Carl,” she begged, her nails almost puncturing the thick
fabric of his jacket. “Fuck me,” she whimpered, trying to edge her hips towards
him, but being held tightly against the door.
He flashed a quick grin, before sliding forwards. His entry
was slow, inching into her tight passage, until he had to pause only halfway
inside her. “Jesus,” he hissed.
“Oh, God,” she panted, feeling her body stretch almost
painfully with the unfamiliarity of being penetrated. “Ahh,” she moaned, as he
edged deeper still.
Carl stilled, his breath coming hard against her cheek and
neck. “You okay?” he asked through gritted teeth, struggling to maintain
control over the demands of his body.
“Yeah,” she gasped. “Fine,” she assured him. “It’s just been
a little while.” Her inner muscles fluttered and spasmed, slowly stretching her
to accommodate him.
“Am I hurting
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