Chapter 12. Hickeys
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As Brittany adjudged herself on Dylan's lap, his c**k which was throbbed at her wet entrance slid a couple of inches into her. It was thick, heavy, lengthy and being, filling her up at once. A moan tore from Brittany's lips as rocked his hips against hers, building her arousal. He placed a hand on her smooth beautiful thigh and gently spread them back open again.
“Oh gosh, Dylan.” Brittany moaned and then, he raised her butt up so his c**k could slide in deeper.
His thick c**k was now fully buried into her.
She arched her back against his chest, melting into his touches.
Dylan's lips gently grazed her neck, sending shivers down her spine. She could feel his breath, hot against her skin, and her p***y tightened around his c**k.
“You love the feeling of me inside of you, don't you, Britt?” Dylan whispered, as he slid his fingers on her thighs, finding his way to her groin area.
Brittany’s breath came out in short bursts, her body filled with pent desire.
All she needed was for him to start pounding, and hitting every spot that will make her crave for more.
“Yes, yes, Dylan.” Her whisper came in the form of moans, her eyes filled with desire.
“Tell me you want me,” Dylan whispered as he circled her c**t, and fondled it .
“Yes, yes Dylan. I want you,” Brittany replied, her chest rising and falling.
She felt so f*****g wet and hot, like a b***h in heat and the only satisfaction she could get right now was from him.
She wanted him, she needed him to make her plead, make her moan and squirm.
“You're so f*****g wet right now,” Dylan said as his gaze drifted to her juices which were now slipping down her thighs.
Her p**y throbbed on his fat c**k. She began riding, not minding if people were watching.
Her eyes were on the couple who were making out on the stage, their activities fueling her desire for a heavy s*x.
One of the men spanked his partner, eliciting a moan from her.
After f*****g her aggressively from behind, he flipped her over and mounted her.
He continued his thrust, his pounds getting heavier, while the woman shuddered, her body racked with pleasure.
Her moans rendered in the air igniting the flames of desire in Brittany.
She couldn't wait to be f****d mercilessly like her.
As she began riding on Dylan's c**k, he smirked and slid his fingers into her hair, pushing it to one side of her neck.
Leaning towards her, he planted a kiss on it and took his hand out of her p***y.
His fingers were coated with her juices.
Brittany locked eyes with him and to her surprise, he stuck the finger into his mouth and licked every trace of her juices.
She continued rocking her body against him, and the sight of him licking her intensified her primal urge.
She arched her back towards Dylan once more and pleaded, “Please…. f**k me.”
Dylan smirked and mumbled, “You love uncle's d**k, don't you?”
She nodded as she continued to ride him.
“Since you love my d**k this much, I'll f**k you till you get tired of it.”
“I won't get tired of it,” Brittany replied, her voice firm.
A smirk appeared on Dylan's face, his eyes sparkling with pride.
“You sure?” He asked, his voice barely audible.
“Yes. Now f**k me and don't keep me waiting, daddy.”
“Fierce. I love it. Can you say that again?” He asked, amused.
Her patience wore thin. This time around, she stared into his eyes and said it boldly, her voice laced with desperation.
“Alright. I will give it to you just as you want. I won't stop even if you ask me to.”
“I don't care…”
He pressed her firmly against him and his c**k twitched inside her.
“Arrgh!” A moan slipped out of her mouth.
Dylan nibbles her tit while pushing his c**k in and out of her wet slipping cunt, eager to set himself in the right angle.
The pressure was building.
Her p***y tightened around him and her c**t swell.
“You're so wet and so f*****g sweet.” Dylan grunted, his primal desire clear in his touch, his hands moving in a possessive urgency.
He began thrusting and pounding into her, hitting every spot that made her see stars.
Her grip on the chair tightened, her eyes fixed on the couple who exchanged positions as they made out.
The air was filled with moans from various angles, fueling her own desires, as she lost herself in the sensual symphony.
As Dylan pounded into her, her body shuddered, moans escaping her lips.
“That's it, feel me inside you, Britt.” He grunted, his voice filled with lust.
Dylan pulled her closer and circled her n*****s, their bodies melting together in a passionate embrace.
Gripping her thighs, he held her firmly in place and continued thrusting into her, causing her perky breasts to bounce freely.
His thrust became harder, faster and heavier, while Brittany struggled to catch her breath.
Their hips were in contact, the lewd sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the air.
Dylan adjusted himself and rocked his hips, pushing his c**k firmly into hers.
Brittany gasped as he went to the hilt inside of her and she could feel his balls at her entrance.
Dylan held her place, pressed her firmly against him and continued f*****g her with primal intensity.
“Oh my god,”
“Yeah. I told you. You'll beg but I won't stop, Britt.” Dylan grunted and pinched her nipples..
She rolled her eyes at the back of her head as he pounded mercilessly into her.
As he yanked her face towards him, he raged like a wildfire and crashed his lips against hers.
When he was done, he thrusted faster and fondled her c**t, their breath coming in sync.
His c**k swelled into her and he grunted as he shot his seeds into her.
As he planted a kiss on her neck, he paused when he noticed hickeys on it.
“Brittany..” He called.
“Yes?” She replied, still trying to catch her breath.
“Hickeys. Where. Where did you get them?” He asked curiously.
Her eyes went wide when she recalled her encounter with Professor Thompson.
What will she tell him?
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