Chanel and Ethan 34

“Let me fuck you before I leave,” Ethan says, his mouth at my ear. We fucked for the first time last night, and it’s apparent he hasn’t had enough. To be honest, I haven’t either. I hardly slept, my dreams were vivid pictures of the two of us. So when I feel my cheeks get hot and slightly nod my head, he wastes no time finding my mouth.  His arms wrap around me, pulling me as close as possible, and my hands are around his neck. After a minute, he pulls my hands away from him and turns me around. He bends me over the island in the kitchen so far I’m on my tiptoes, and presses on my back so my top half is laying flat against the marble. With both hands, he slides down my booty shorts. The excitement is beginning to radiate from my body, I can hardly hold still. Like my pussy knows his dick is only inches away. One hand splayed across my lower back, he starts teasing my cunt with the tip of his cock. I hum in approval as his warm flesh slips over my own. “Fuck, you’re already wet, Chanel,” he states, circling my opening. “Mmhmm,” I reply in agreement. His body leans forward and I hear him close to my ear. “You’re wet for me?” he asks. I nod my head, the side of my face against the counter. “Say it.” “I’m wet for you,” I moan, and şişli escort in the same breath, he’s shoved himself so far inside me I cry out in pain. “Fuck!” That’s tender. I hear him struggling for breath, then he pulls back slowly, and pushes harshly inside. I cry out again. Though it hurts, he’s hitting the spot I have so desperately been craving. I try to lean up slightly so I can take it easier. “No, no. You stay,” Ethan says and pushes me back onto the island. He starts working me, fucking me from behind, and the feeling is like nothing else. My muscles tighten around him and he somehow feels even bigger. Too big. He’s careful not to touch my furthest wall, though, pumping into me so quickly I moan with pleasure. At this angle I feel so full. I feel every inch of his throbbing dick filling me up. My lips tight around him are tingling with the feeling. One hand on my hip, the other on my lower back, he keeps me in place. “Oh my God!” I cry out from the friction. On the next thrust he gives me all of him, slamming into me, threatening to rip me open. The feeling is so intense I automatically try to lean up to better brace myself. His hand on my lower back moves up between my shoulder blades and pushes me back mecidiyeköy escort down. “What did I tell you, Chanel?” Ethan asks and grabs both my forearms. He turns them and pins them down against my backside, bent at the elbows. He holds both my arms down with one of his large hands and slams into me again. “Oh fuck!” I scream at the pressure. He does it again. Jesus fuck, this man is exasperating. Every time I speak he’s so incredibly rough. “You’re an asshole,” I say, panting against the counter. After a silent second, he slaps my ass so hard, tears well up in my eyes. “I’ll show you an asshole,” he murmurs and starts fucking me relentlessly. No holding back, he’s slamming into me harder than ever. It’s so fucking much. He’s pounding me against the counter and I’m stuck, forced to take whatever he gives me. “Ethan!” I moan his name, praying he’ll ease up. This angle gets so deep, and every time he hits the furthest point inside me I whimper. But he doesn’t let up. My whole body is coiled so tightly I hadn’t even realized the feeling beginning in the pit of my stomach. “Shit,” I groan and he pounds me so hard I cum on the spot. My back arches, ass in the air, knees against the cupboards. I’m bending so hard my feet aren’t even on the floor. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! Harder!” I beg, and then he stops. Completely. I almost cry I’m aching for more friction. My inside muscles are throbbing against his cock, tightening over and over as he just stands there. “Pleaaaaase!” I squirm, trying to fuck him, pushing away from the counter and onto his dick. He’s buried all the way inside me, holding tightly to my arms still pinned to my back. When the throbbing inside me starts to subside, I’m feebly squirming with anger. “I. Can’t. Believe you.” I pant. He was absolutely right. He can be an asshole. “I let you cum, didn’t I?” he asks and starts fucking me again. I moan in protest. I’m so tender from my orgasm, the feeling of him sliding in and out is too much. “S-s-stop, I’m so s-s-sensitive,” I beg him, shaking from the feeling, but he doesn’t. He’s quickly moving in and out of me and I’m reeling. “Holy fucking shit,” I mumble against the marble. It’s so intense and I can’t pull away. I’m panting hard as he keeps up his pace, shivers rolling through my spine. I have the feeling he’s getting close though. His hand holding my arms is gripping tighter, the hand on my waist moves back to my hip and his fingertips are digging into my flesh. Thinking about him cumming now is making his assault feel better and better. “Ohh Ethan,” I purr, arching my back again. I can hear his ragged breathing as he pushes his dick in a little farther.