He was a dark, handsome and dangerous stranger wearing leather boots, tight jeans and a devil-may-care smirk. The air between them crackled with anticipation. His deep brown eyes boldly promised a night of passionate pleasure. I had never been so aroused and made him promise not to stop until I tasted his dangerous love.
Browsing: Suspense
Dylan stepped into the dimly lit basement. He felt a thrill of anticipation bubble up inside him, a thrill that only adventurous encounters with strangers could create. He well knew what tonight promised; a foray into the wild, consuming world of his deepest desires, a night of passionate risks and forbidden pleasure. He was ready.
I dove in and tasted him hungrily, feeling him tense and tremble as I explored his soft, salty depths. My lips and tongue massaged each contour as I eagerly worked my way downwards, until I felt his rigid shaft pressed firmly against my cheek. His moans of pleasure echoed off the bedroom walls as I pleasured him with all my being.
Henry’s hardness was his to give. I wanted it. Desperately. I bucked, slamming my hips against his thigh and grunted like an animal desperate to take it. He was mine, or at least I convinced myself he was. As I took it, I was no longer me – I was a male animal mad with lust.
The neon-lit streets of the city were filled with powerful temptation, and Elijah was no exception. His sizeable package was an invitation for any man to succumb to pleasure. I took the plunge, and found myself in a whirlwind of pleasure and satisfaction like I’d never imagined. He was in charge as my soft lips wrapped around his huge juicy shaft.