Stone Creek by Davis, Lainey (reading diary .TXT) 📕

feels so fucking good not to be concentrating. I am totally in the moment for maybe the first time in my life. My back arches and I'm screaming his name, thrusting my hips against his face as Neal keeps his flat tongue pressed against my clit. The muscles of my thighs contract against his head and he holds my body until the waves subside. I see stars, feel dizzy with the shock of what happened.

I am so blissed out I can't even move, but I notice him standing up as I begin to return to my body. He pulls a strip of condoms from his back pocket, puts them on the nightstand, and starts to take off his jeans. I gasp when I finally see his cock. As he slides down his boxer briefs, it springs out, standing almost straight up against his stomach.

I feel half drunk from the aftershocks of my orgasm and I say, "I'm going to handle your stick." And then I blush again, embarrassed by the awful joke that just fell out of my mouth.

"You're damn right you are," he says, climbing onto the bed between my legs. He hovers above me, braced on his hands. His cock is enormous. I'm short, and even though I have pretty big boobs and my thighs are on the thick side, I can't imagine I can take all of Neal inside my body. He senses my concern and sits back on his heels again. He grabs my hand and wraps it around his dick and says, "I'm going to fit right inside you, Dahlia. Every inch will slide right inside you, and it's gonna feel so fucking good. I promise."

Sitting up, I stroke his length in wonder. His cock is so warm and smooth. He just gave me a mind-blowing orgasm, so I trust him when he tells me it will feel good to fuck him. "I can't wait to be inside you, Dahlia," he whispers. He pulls me toward his chest again, kissing me. I can taste myself on his tongue and I moan again, feeling another gush of moisture seep out, sticky on my thighs.

"Take your dress off for me," Neal says. I bite my lower lip and do as he asks, slowly peeling the dress up and over my shoulders. I'm kneeling in front of him then in just a white cotton bra. I feel another surge of arousal as I hear Neal grunt his approval.

He reaches out to cup my breasts, gently lifting them in his hands and massaging the heavy globes. They don't quite fill his hands, but only because his hands are so big. My nipples are straining through the material, poking the palms of Neal's hands and when he finally lowers his mouth to one stiff peak, I sigh. He moves his thumb to touch the small tattoo I have on my chest, peeking out from my bra. "What's this?" he asks.

But I slide his hand away, not wanting to talk about that just now. "It's just a flower," I say, and pull his hand back down to my breast. He gets back to work teasing my breasts and I become putty in his hands.

I move my own hands along his body, savoring the feel of him beneath my skin. Wherever our bodies connect, I still feel electric jolts. This combined with his teasing my nipples through my bra has me nearly cumming again. I finally wrap my hand around the base of Neal's cock and squeeze him gently. The thought of stretching my pussy around his dick thrills me and I'm suddenly desperate to fuck him.

I reach behind my back and rip off my bra and then pull him down on top of me on the bed, loving the weight of him above my body. He's greedily sucking my bare breasts. The calm composure he had while eating me out is replaced by a savage hunger. I can tell we both need completion. "Neal," I grab his hair and lift his head. "I need you inside me. Right fucking now."

He reaches for the condom and rolls it on. He braces his weight above me on his forearms and I feel the tip of his cock nudging against my opening. I thrust my hips against him in response and he sinks inside my body, balls-deep.

I groan and arch my back at the sudden fullness. "Shit, Dahlia. I'm sorry," he says, starting to withdraw, but I shake my head. I'm unable to speak, but I let my hips talk for me as I shove up to meet him. He understands and begins to stroke in and out of me slowly as I adjust to the massive hardness filling my insides. I'm so wet and my body is so ripe from cumming. He primed my body for his dick with his tongue so that soon, I feel the pleasure I craved as his cock stretches me wide.

"Fuck me, Neal. Hard." I only have to say it once and he begins to pound into me. Each time he dips into my hips, he bumps against my pubic bone to increase the friction on my clit. He straightens his arms, raising his glorious chest above me to change the angle, and I can feel the tip of his dick bumping against my cervix when he drives home. I have never been filled this way before, never been fucked by someone with such urgency and passion.

I wrap my legs as far around his waist as I'm able and this gives me just the added layer of contact I need to feel a second orgasm roll through my body. "God, Neal, I'm cumming. I'm cumming. Shit!" My hands dig into his waist. I open my eyes and see a sheen of sweat building on his forehead. Neal's blue eyes flash as his balls slap against my ass with each mighty thrust.

I want to cry,