I followed him upstairs to his apartment and we crashed through the front door. He was a minimalist so he didn’t have anything more than a couch and television in the living room. We kissed our way into the bedroom and couldn’t get our clothes off fast enough. My panties were soaked. I watched him take off his pants and underwear and fell in love all over again. His ass was perfect. When he turned around, he was fully erect and bulging like a king oyster mushroom. I laid back on the perfectly made bed as he approached. His chest was broad, his stomach and pelvis ripped. His cock was as strong and gorgeous as the rest of him.
Bradley placed his fingers in mine as we glided down the sheets, his cock sliding up and down my glistening vagina, but not entering. I was red down there, burning with desire and want. Bradley lay on top of me, kissing me. Our tongues lashed and lapped, mine dominating his mouth before he dominated mine. He moved down to my neck and fluttered his tongue there before moving down to my breasts.
Tonguing one nipple, he pinched the other, caressing with his thumb and forefinger. He kissed down my stomach and moved further down. My eyes widened as his tongue found my smooth nub under the fold. I was in ecstasy this time as I writhed and arched around him. I grabbed the headboard as he ate and ate and ate. I squealed like I never had, and then he pulled me down and planted that big bulging cock of his into me. An explosion of satisfaction made my legs shake as I stretched around him.
The whole bed moved as he pumped his hips into me. A huge relief made my fingers and toes curl as I came. He kept moving fluidly in, the rim of his enormous cock flaring and massaging my clitoris on the out. At first it was unbearable, an overload of pleasure, but then I met his eyes and grabbed his hips, rising to meet him.
“Fuck me, Bradley.” I said through gritted teeth. I thought about my husband. “Harder!” I thought about Clara and her white teeth and perfect C tits. “Fuck me harder, Bradley!” I groaned and yawned as he picked me up with ease and pushed me against the wall, thrusting into me with like a fuck-toy. After ten minutes of drilling me in his arms, he lowered me to the bed and rolled me over. I gripped the sheets tightly as he fucked me over the side of the bed.
It wasn’t only a dream come true, it was better than I could ever have hoped. He was experienced. He knew his way around and how to get me going. The rain had finished and the sun was out in the evening as Bradley fucked me for the fourth hour that afternoon, my breasts bouncing up and down as he moved me back and forth by my thighs. I saw him biting his lip as he moved faster. We were both covered in one another’s sweat.
“Give it to me, Bradley!” I moaned, keeping my eyes on his.
He powered through. I could feel his strength heighten as he pulled me. I was going to be sore in the morning if I could walk at all. He took a deep intake of air before he withdrew his cock and began to fire. I gasped as a wad of cum shot and splattered on my neck. A second one did a double shot and hit me in the nose and eye. The third fired low with drizzles and spurts all over my stomach and belly. Even after he started to lose momentum, more strings covered my pubic mound until a foamy froth streaked down his shaft.