Marty flinched at the surge of ecstatic pleasure that tore through her. Electric shards of sensation tore from her nipple to her womb; it clenched tight as her cl*t began to throb with excitement.
It was the most amazing feeling. As though the thinnest of nerve endings connected her ni**les, her womb, and her clit. Each tug at the swollen tip caused a surge of heat to travel below, shaking her with the force of the pleasure tearing through her.
"You're destroying my control," he groaned, as her fingers curled around the thick erection between his thighs.
"Who needs control?" She could barely force the words past her lips as he moved to her other breast and drew that neglected nipple into his mouth.
Marty arched tightly, a cry tearing from her throat as the need became painful.
Parting her legs as she felt Khalid's hand stroking down her midriff, she prayed for his touch at the tormented flesh between her thighs. Her pu**y throbbed in need, the ache centered deep in her belly and blooming with heat as his fingers slid into the narrow slit between the folds of flesh.
"Khalid!" She cried out his name as he circled her clit, never giving her the touch she needed as his lips began to move down her body.
"I'm going to eat you like candy, baby."
Sliding between her thighs, he pushed her legs wide, his hands pressing beneath her rear to cup it and lift her to him.
The first touch of his lips made her entire body tense, and a ragged moan echoed from her chest. They circled her clit, drew it inside, and then proceeded to drive her insane as he began to suckle at the little bud.
His tongue stroked over it, around it. Each touch was never firm enough, never fast enough to send her racing over the edge of release that she could feel just out of reach.
His fingers clenched her rear, parting the twin globes and dipping into the narrow crevice there. Drawing the juices that spilled from her pu**y back to the snug opening, he began to massage it firmly.
There was too much pleasure. Too many sensations. Marty couldn't hold her careening senses in place as he stroked her in places where her own fingers had never ventured.
The tiny prick of pleasure pain at her ass had her pressing closer to the caress. The suction of his mouth at her cl*t destroyed her, the waves of pleasure tearing through her as she writhed beneath the destruction his mouth and tongue created.
Her senses were whirling with the extremeness of sensations. The feel of his calloused palms on the sensitive flesh of her rear had her twisting in his grip, the rasp of them stroking over nerve endings she hadn't known could be so sensitive.
It was his finger stroking, massaging, pressing against the tender opening of her rear as his lips and tongue sucked and licked at the too sensitive folds of her pu**y that drove her to the edge of sanity.
She needed . . . she wasn't certain what she needed. She had never felt this. She had never known such pleasure. It built and built. It burned and ached.
"Khalid." She arched into his grip as his tongue circled her cl*t with rapid, heated strokes. It flickered over the swollen bud before he sucked it inside once again. At the same time, his finger slipped into the tight entrance of her rear. The alternating, blistering sensations were too much to process, too much to bear.
As his finger stretched her anally and his tongue stroked over her cl*t rapidly, something exploded, detonated. In a blaze of sensation, a white-hot heat she couldn't resist, pleasure ruptured inside her and sent her flying, as a strangled scream tore from her throat.
She was dying. She couldn't live through it. She couldn't survive it. Ecstasy was a brilliant conflagration whipping through her mind and body.
Marty fought to catch her breath, to still the rapid beating of her heart. Her body shook in the grip of a rapture she couldn't explain, and one she couldn't escape.
"Sweet baby." His voice stroked over her as his hands smoothed along her sides, his lips moving up her stomach to her br**sts.
When they reached her lips, the need was burning inside her again.
Opening her eyes, Marty stared up at him, her breath catching at the extreme sensual hunger that tightened his face. That look was as arousing as any touch he had given her so far. The sheer desperate lust, the tightening of his features, the heaviness about his lips, the drowsiness in his eyes, the rivulet of sweat that eased along his dark face. The combination was like a hit of aphrodisiac that surged through her system.
"Khalid." She breathed his name as his thighs slid between hers, the wide crest of his erection pressing against her pu**y.
"Damn. I've never done this before." His breath was heavy, rough, as she stared up at him in surprised amusement.
"You could have fooled me." She panted, her hands gripping his hard shoulders as he pressed closer, his h*ps shifting, his c**k stretching the untried entrance of her sex.
He almost smiled. "I've never taken a virgin," he growled, as he gripped her hip and pressed closer.
Marty bit her lip as the blooming heat between her thighs sent pinpricks of pleasure pain racing through her nervous system.
"You still haven't," she pointed out, as she fought not to groan at the ecstasy building inside her again.
"So I haven't." His head lowered, his lips brushing against hers as he spoke. "Get ready, precious."
The moan she had tried to hold back slipped free as the head of his c**k began to stretch delicate tissue, to stroke nerve endings never before touched.
Crowding sensations began to tear through her. The burning heat of the penetration, the shift and thrust of his cockhead inside her, never going far enough, never fully possessing her as the pleasure began to rise inside her once again.
Marty lost sense of what she knew was coming. She knew only what she wanted, what she needed. She needed him deep inside her. She needed the stroke and thrust of him against tender nerve endings suddenly blazing for touch.
Her h*ps arched, her legs wrapped around his h*ps as she writhed beneath him, reaching desperately for more.
"Easy," he groaned. "Slow and easy, Marty."
"No." Her head shook as she tightened around him, fighting to draw him deeper inside her. "Fuck me, Khalid. Now. Please God, now."
His h*ps jerked, burying his erection deeper inside her, the burn suddenly building, intensifying as he drew back once before surging forward with a hard, blinding thrust.
Pleasure and pain merged. Fiery heat and desperate hunger blended as Marty cried out his name, her arms tightening around his neck as he buried himself inside her to the hilt.