The story of a Lonesome ol'Jerome

80- A kiss from a rogue

*Gwyn's POV*

Andy rolled off of me, and I sat up and maderoom on the bed for him to lie down. I watched him get a condom from hisdiscarded pants, tear the foil, pinch the tip, and then roll it over hislength, his perfect eyebrows drawn together over the bridge of his nose. I feltan ache between my legs, I would have begged for him to hurry, ravish me, do itnow!, but I knew Andy wanted something different, and what I wanted most of allwas to see him pleased, to grant his wishes, and perform exactly as he desired.My face throbbed, hot, and I felt myself contract at the memory of his displayof force. I resolved to do my best to keep him happy.

He took his sweet time reclining on the bed, getting comfortable. My eyes wereglued to him, his careful movements, his perpetually amused half-smile. Mydesire had reached such a fever pitch that my excitement began to run, slow andhot, down the inside of my thighs. He motioned me onto him, and I broughtmyself over his pelvis. He tried using a hand to guide himself into me, but Ihovered too high, instead bending to kiss him and run my hands through his hairand over his smooth chest.

He grabbed both of my nipples by the barbells they were pierced with, pinched hard, and twisted some300 degrees. I hissed, he had my attention! I looked down, he had a smile soinnocent it belonged on an angel. His eyes were like a late afternoon inDecember when a storm was coming. I was captivated. "Andy," Iwhispered, and he gripped me firmly by the hips and guided me towards his cock,letting me know what he wanted. Me, he wanted me.

I felt his large head at my slick opening. I leaned forward, rubbing my breastsagainst him, and rocked back onto him. The feeling of Andy entering me made metremble and whimper, I heard his low groan. He was abnormally large, franklydifficult to accommodate at times. But my excitement lubricated my narrowpassage so well, I was able to work him inside of me fully, we both groanedloudly as he went deeper. It almost hurt, I could feel him pushing me open andapart.

I curved my spine down onto him with each sweet thrust, feeling him hit mycervix and my g-spot, then withdraw almost completely. At first my pace wasslow, I spent so much time luxuriating in tasting the skin of his neck, kissinghim, so many thousandfold times better than any shallow masturbatory fantasy. Ifelt my whole upper body get warmer, and tension built everywhere, spreading.

I could think only of Andy. I felt him remove a hand from my hip, and then itcame down, stinging, on my backside, a moment later. "Harder!" Hisvoice was commanding, firm, and ended with the slightest growl. I swooned,contracting around him with arousal, close to orgasm. Then I regained controland doubled my speed, smashing my clitoris against him, feeling his impossiblylarge manhood penetrate me, filling me more than I thought any flesh and bloodman ever possibly could.

The white- hotpleasure began in a small ball at the base of my clitoris, extending into mywomanhood. As Andy pounded against the incipient orgasm with his cock, it grew,preparing to burst. I chanted Andy's name, blind to everything but his face,his desires. He squeezed my breasts roughly and blew me a kiss, smiling like arogue, and I went over the edge.