Jan Springer: The Pleasure Girl

She moved her head toward him. Toward his cock. His cockhead was plum-shaped and appeared flushed red. The skin felt so smooth as he pressed against her lips.

“Take me in as far as you can go,” he ordered. “Nod when that happens.”

She parted her lips and he sunk in, his hard flesh sliding over her tongue, his guttural groan saying he liked the feel of her mouth wrapped around his flesh. To her amazement, he stretched her lips like no other man had before. Stretched until her lips felt bruised and her body tense with awareness.

She nodded her head, and he wrapped his hand around his shaft, preventing himself from going in further. His other hand slid into her hair, and he clenched the back of her head, holding her there. She tried to tighten her lips around his hot, pulsing flesh, but he was just so unbelievably big and hard. He pulled himself out, and her tongue dashed against the heavy veins beneath his cock as he left. He plunged into her mouth again, and she hollowed out her cheeks, giving him a nice big suck.

He groaned. Held her head tighter, obviously enjoying her sucking. Surprise slashed through her as she realized she loved his hot, strong flesh thrusting out and back into her mouth. She slurped on his shaft, stroked him with her tongue. Looked up and watched the enjoyment flash across his face, saw his eyes close and his lips part as he panted.

His cock jerked violently in her mouth. He kept thrusting and she caressed his thick flesh with her mouth, loving the wondrous throbbing deep inside her pussy.

“I’m coming,” he warned. His hands tightened against her head, and he fucked her mouth faster, more desperately. He groaned and his hips jerked against her as he thrust deeper.

She struggled to take more of him. He pounded into her. Again and again, until she was whimpering as she imagined how strong and powerful his thrusts would be when he took her vaginally. In one swift jerk, warm semen pulsed into her throat. It tasted thick, and she swallowed quickly and sucked his cock. Milked him until he was moaning. Then he pulled free, and Teyla warmed as she noticed his cock was still hard and he was breathing in raspy gasps.

“Up on the bed,” he panted. “On your back. Knees up and spread.”

Her heartbeat swept into wicked fast mode at his instruction. He grabbed her wrist and brought her to her feet. She made a move to get out of her negligee, but he shook his head.

“Not now,” he whispered. To her surprise, he leaned in for another kiss. Sensations rocked her as their lips melted together, and she realized she’d forgotten to slap him again. He broke this kiss and nodded to the bed.

“In the position,” he ordered.

She licked her lips, tasted his semen, and lay down on the bed near the middle. Lifting her knees, she saw her breasts jiggle as he climbed up at the foot of her bed. Between her legs, she watched him climb toward her.

He’d removed his shirt, and his naked body was bronzed in places that really shouldn’t be tan. It appeared he sunbathed in the nude. The thought vanished when he lowered his head, and the vibrant need rushed to be fucked flared through her as his hot breath blasted like a furnace against the opening in her panty.

Heat and moisture swirled between her thighs. God, she knew she shouldn’t be wanting this so badly, but she did. She shouldn’t be opening her legs with such ease, without feeling the least bit hesitant or embarrassed, like she usually did. Her belly clenched as his face nuzzled between her thighs.

She moaned as something hot and moist touched her clit. A finger? She wondered. No, his tongue.

He licked her clit. Up and down with firm, unrelenting pressure until waves of exquisite pleasure pulsed and she dug her hands tighter around the comforter as he continued lashing her tortured clit. Beneath his face, she writhed and gyrated and dug her heels into the mattress.

Hot, sticky moisture seeped from her pussy, and Teyla gasped, her eyes widened with wonder as he thrust two fingers into her soaked pussy. His fingers were exceedingly long and felt so good as he continued to work her clit with his tongue and use his fingers to thrust into her like a miniature cock. He sucked and she cried out as his teeth nipped her clit sharply, then his tongue smoothed the hurt, bringing lashes of pleasure through her core.

She groaned as he grabbed her by the hips and brought her pussy closer into his face. Every nerve ending inside her throbbed. She jerked, cried out as a third finger slid into her. The penetration stretched her in such a good way, she bucked as shudders of arousal slammed into her.

She was about to come. Hard.

He gripped her so firmly she cried out in both fear and wonder as the magnificent orgasm began to take hold. But he let go of her pussy, and disappointment and desperation made her reach out and grab him by the shoulders, trying to bring him closer again.

He shook his head. “Condoms, baby, condoms,” he gasped, and she let him go, wanting him inside her. Needing him.

Her pussy was on fire, and she thought about bringing herself off. But the tearing of plastic and foil had her touching her nipples. They were nice and tender from his mouth, and her breasts felt firm beneath her palms. She yelped as the mattress moved and he climbed back over the foot of the bed.

Grabbing her thighs, he pulled her down until her ass almost hung off the edge. She swallowed tightly as he moved between her thighs. He came up and over her, his thick cock reaching toward his belly.

His thighs widened hers as he came down. His hard gaze pinned her to the mattress. Strong muscles bunched in his arms as he angled his body over hers. She struggled to make sense at how intoxicating his look made her feel. His face appeared so taut, his eyes so dark with intense need, she instinctively knew he hadn’t been with a woman in some time. At that thought, hunger raged through her. An unfamiliar need she hadn’t experienced before shot so deep into her, she moaned at its intensity.

Then she trembled as his thick, bulging cockhead nudged against her vaginal opening. He entered her swiftly and without mercy, her muscles stretching wildly as he impaled her. He filled her to perfection, his size reaching an area deep inside of her. An unexplored area that always wept with need when a man fucked her.

With this guy, there was no disappointment. Only awe as he withdrew and thrust into her again. Once. Twice. Three times. She unraveled, jerked violently as the orgasm exploded through her.

His mouth melted over hers, catching her cries. His heated shaft slammed into her over and over. His pubic bone stroking her clit just right. She rolled from one climax right into another one. He continued to thrust and kiss her. The only noises were that of his flesh slapping against hers and their erotic moans. Oh, she did love the sounds of their union mingling through the air.

She rode with him. Rode the waves and then finally she heard him whisper he was coming. His body went rigid and he shuddered, the condom filling with his warm semen. She felt him come up partway and shift into his own world of bliss. Afterwards, in the drowsy postcoital mode, her pussy spasms slowed and he withdrew.

Through heavy-lidded eyes, she watched him as he carefully removed the condom and tied it off, then he tossed it into the wastebasket she kept nearby for such purposes. The afterglow weakness of sex tugged at her body, and she felt fantastic. She wanted to curl up and go to sleep, but he climbed onto the bed, bringing her up beside him. To her surprise, he spooned against her backside and curled his arms around her, holding her against his hard body.

The thick knot of his cock pushed against the crack in her ass as he held her. For a long time, she hoped he would slip his cock into her pussy from behind. He didn’t, and yes, she felt disappointed as his breathing slowed. She thought he’d fallen asleep, he’d been quiet for so long, but then his deep voice cracked through the air, his question shattering the comfortable silence.