I’m not this kind of girl, but holy hell, he makes being bad so much damn fun.
He bends and kisses me, his tongue seductively dancing with mine. “You owe me fifty bucks.” He smiles against my lips.
I laugh out loud. “Bastard.”
“Time to work off your debt,” he whispers as he drives his body forward through my breasts. His eyes close in pleasure as his hands encase my breasts around his cock. “You have the best fucking tits I have ever seen.” He growls.
My eyes roll back in my head. God, this is payment enough. What could be better than this visual sensation?
He begins to really pound my chest until the bed starts to rock and my sex clenches in pleasure. Holy fuck, I need this dick inside me now.
I laugh out loud. This is unbelievable. How the hell did this guy get me back to his room, having me owe him fifty dollars for the privilege?
He smiles sexily as his mouth hangs slack with arousal. “Arrêter de rire ou je remplirai votre bouche avec ma bite,” he whispers as he looks down at me.
Translation: Stop laughing or I will fill your mouth with my cock.
An unexpected thrill runs through me as I reply, “Je pourrais prendre tout cela.”
Translation: I could take it all.
His eyebrow rises in surprise. “Tu parle français?” he asks as he rolls a condom on.
Translation: You speak French?
I grab the back of his head bring it to mine. “Je baise en français trop,” I whisper against his lips.
Translation: I fuck in French, too.
His mouth ravages mine and I feel his hard cock slide between my wet lips. Back and forth he glides his length. I smile. Let’s up the anti.
“Obwohl, wenn ich in Deutsch ficken ist, wenn I’m in meinem besten,” I whisper as my arousal hits a fever pitch.
Translation: Although, when I fuck in German is when I’m at my best.
He laughs into my mouth and lifts my legs over his shoulder as he impales me in one hard slam. We stay still and our eyes close in pleasure.
Holy fuck.
This guy is good… and huge.
“Sie sollten sehen, was Sie sagen, deutsch meine Bruchstelle ist,” he whispers as he pulls out and slides home again.
Translation: You should watch what you say, German is my breaking point.
My back arches off the bed. Oh God, this is too good. His brain is as sharp as his body. I don’t know anyone else bilingual, and these exchanges are blowing my freaking mind. “Ich wollte deinen Schwanz in den Mund,” I breathe.
Translation: I wanted your cock in my mouth.
He pulls out and immediately hovers above me as he feeds his cock into my open mouth. I taste my own salty arousal. Shit. This guy is off the fucking hook.
“Votre souhait est ma commande ma chère femme.”
Translation: Your wish is my command, my dear wife.
I smile around the large penis as he slides it down my throat and I feel my sex start to pulse. “Je voudrais que vous souffler dans ma bouche. Si vous étiez vraiment mon mari je boirai vers le bas.”
Translation: I wish you could blow in my mouth. If I was really your wife, I would drink it down.
He shakes his head and smiles sexily down at me as he pushes the hair back from my forehead. “Fuck, moi aussi. Vous soufflez mon putain de l'esprit ici,” he whispers through his blanket-thick arousal.
Translation: Fuck, so do I. You are blowing my fucking mind here.
I smile as I flick my tongue over the end of him. His knees are on either side of my head, and his body is moving fluently so he slides in and out of my mouth. His dark eyes watch me struggle to take him fully.
This man has the body of a god and the mind of an angel.
I am in Heaven.
“Je dois te goûter.”
Translation: I need to taste you.
He growls as he pulls out of my mouth and drops between my legs, his tongue swiping through my swollen flesh.
Fuck. My knees try to close as I struggle to gain control of the sensory overload. He pushes them back to the mattress aggressively as his tongue really takes charge, licking and tasting all that I am.
“How do I taste?” I whisper as my hands drop to the back of his head.
He groans into me as his eyes close in pleasure. His tongue circles and swipes, and I feel myself start to quiver. Oh God, it’s been too long. I’m going to come already.
“Come,” he breathes into me. “I want you to come on my tongue. Give me some cream, Bloss Bomb.”
Holy fuck, this guy is frying my brain. He bites my clitoris and I shudder into him and he groans in pleasure. I grab the back of his head to try and still him.
“Stop,” I pant, this is too much. I am too sensitive. He sucks deeper and his eyes roll back in his head. “You are one hot fuck.” He growls as he laps it all up. He climbs up and over me and slides home in one swift movement.
I frown at the ceiling as my hand runs through his messy curls. I can hardly breathe. He’s so big.
He leans back on his knees and holds my legs in the air as his eyes drop to my sex and he watches my body struggle to take his large muscle. His thumb gently circles over my clitoris, knowing full well that will release me and allow his entry.
He’s experienced and he knows how to loosen a woman straight up
I watch him as I pant, somewhere in between disbelief, denial, and utter ecstasy. I didn’t know that sex could be like this. I haven’t had this before. I thought I’d had good sex… but now I’ve had this...
I realize not.
He gently kisses my ankle next to his ear, and he smiles sexily down at me. My eyes hold his for an extended moment and a frown crosses his face as I hold my breath. His hand gently brushes my hair from my face, his thumb running over my bottom lip
God. I close my eyes to block him out. This fucking guy is ridiculous.
“Regarde moi,” he whispers.
Translation: Look at me.
I force my eyes to open and drag them up to meet his.
“Vous êtes la plus belle femme putain j'ai jamais été avec,” he whispers softly. Translation: You are the most beautiful fucking woman I have ever been with.
He drops his body to mine, and his lips dust mine with reverence. We kiss for an extended time, as if forgetting that he’s still inside mine. An intimacy that is as beautiful as it is petrifying. Slow, gentle, and tender.
Stop it. You don’t even know him and this is a one- night stand.
“Cesser d'être molle et baise-moi,” I whisper.
Translation: Stop being mushy and fuck me.
He smiles against my lips. “That’s a first.” He smirks as he starts to slowly pump me.
“W-what do you… mean?” I pant.
“Nobody has ever said that to me before.”
I laugh as he pulls out and slams back into me, knocking the air from my lungs. He pumps me hard again. “And if I want to be mushy with my wife I have every fucking right to be.”
I laugh again as he lifts my legs over his shoulders once more and really lets me have it. His knees are wide to give him traction, and I can see every muscle in his stomach ripple as he moves. Strong, punishing hits as the bed smacks the wall with force.
Oh, he won’t be easy to forget.
My body starts to quiver again, and he smiles darkly, sensing my orgasm’s arrival. He knows his way around a woman’s body.