Sleeping with a man whore

He leans over from his chair and holds my face in his hand. I lean in and I let him kiss me, even though I know I shouldn’t I do it anyway. He pulls away looking at me warmly.

“It’s bed time sweetheart, I am going to give you a massage.” He says smirking before leading me down the hall to his bedroom. And I let him. As much as I shouldn’t I let him anyway.

He drips the warm oil along my spine before sliding his hands up and down my back. I let myself forget for a moment who I am and I just focus on relaxing. His hands dip lower, to the small of my back before he moves the down, caressing my arse cheeks. I moan as he moves his hand to the folds of my wet pussy. He pushes his thumb into me as he uses his finger to rub my clit. I can’t help but moan, pushing myself further into his touch. He keeps finger fucking me as I lay there in a state of bliss, writhing under his touch.

He moves his hands to my sides and continues with his massage. He rubs up my neck before leaning down and leaving a trail of kisses down the side of my shoulder. I can barely contain myself, I am dripping wet under his touch or at the moment lack there of. As he kisses me he slides his cock in me in one swift motion, I grip the sheets as I cry out in pleasure. He starts fucking me, slow at first, driving me crazy.

“Please,” I gasp, “Please just fuck me I need your cock.”

He leans back gripping my hips and starts slamming into my pussy as I let my body give in. I cum, my pussy tightening on his thick shaft while I grip the sheets. He doesn’t let me rest, he keeps fucking me, letting my orgasms continue. I cry out in pleasure before he pulls out of me and rolls me onto my back. He kisses me, roughly, hungrily before making his way down my body. He hovers his mouth above my folds, letting me feel his warm breath on my sensitive clit. I hold my breath in anticipation.

He slides his tongue into my wet folds, tasting my juices. He lets out a low moan before focusing his attention on my clit, swirling his tongue around so it swells ins size.

“Baby,” He whispers in his Canadian accent as he lines up his cock with my hole again, “You taste like peaches but I have just got to fuck you.”

He pulls my legs around his waist and fucks me hard and deep. I reach down and start toying my clit, I can feel myself getting close again. He keeps fucking me until I feel like I might explode. I can tell he is getting close as well.

“Oh baby, I’m gonna cum.”  He groans pulling his cock out of me.

I get onto my knees in front of him and take him into my mouth, tasting myself as I do. He rocks his hips as he grips my hair moaning. He shoots his load down my throat, his legs quivering. I pull away and lean my head against his stomach exhausted.

I know in the morning that this will just be another notch in his belt and I guess that for me it will be too. We are both self professed whore’s so it comes with the territory. So I don’t mind, we both got what we wanted.

**Note: Sorry that there hasn’t been any sex stories for y’all lately I have been sorting through some stuff but there are more to come I promise!

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