57. Dirty Dance Floor II
57. Dirty Dance Floor II
He pulled one hand out of her top and reached down to caress the softness of her ass, palming one cheek, then the other, squeezing hard enough to leave fingerprints.
Then he spread them open just a little, letting the cool air hit her wet pussy.
“Fuck, what a perfect body you’ve got.”
He squeezed one cheek gently, then the other, while his other hand was still assaulting her breasts: slapping them lightly so they jiggled and pinching her rock-hard nipples until she whimpered.
Ira was lost in the sheer pleasure.
Her moans spilled freely now but were swallowed by the music.
She let out soft, needy “ahh… ahh…” sounds that made Felix’s dick twitch.
Her pussy was fluttering hungrily, already flooded with wetness, dripping down her thighs.
“Ahh fuck, you drive me crazy, girl. So fucking crazy,” Felix groaned, rubbing his dick against her bare cheeks through his jeans, the friction making him hiss.
He closed his eyes, already imagining his dick buried deep inside her tight pussy, wondering what it looked and felt like: hot, slick, and gripping him tight.
Without further thought, he stopped squeezing her ass and let his hand move to the front. He slipped under her skirt and shoved straight into her soaked cunt.
Two thick fingers slid inside her easily, curling up to hit that spot that made her gasp loudly.
Ira’s knees buckled; her body sagged against him.
He held her up with his other arm around her waist while his fingers kept pumping slowly and deep. His thumb circled her clit in tight, filthy circles. He started slow, then moved faster, pressing harder.
“Fuck, you’re so wet for me,” he growled in her ear. “This pussy’s been waiting for me all night, hasn’t it?”
Ira could only moan, her head falling back against his shoulder, her hips rolling to meet his fingers.
Wet, sloppy sounds filled the space between them.
He finger-fucked her harder, curling his fingers, his thumb pressing her clit just right.
Her pussy clenched around him, juices dripping down his hand, soaking his wrist.
“Come for me, Ira,” he whispered, his voice dark and commanding.
“Come on my fingers right here on the dance floor.”
Ira couldn’t hold on any longer; she shattered.
Her body convulsed, her pussy clamping down on his fingers, squirting over his hand and the floor beneath them: hot, wet gushes that made her thighs shake.
She cried out, the sound lost in the music, her knees nearly giving out.
Felix held her up, his fingers still buried deep, milking every pulse until she was limp against him, panting like she’d run a mile.
He pulled his fingers out slowly, brought them to his mouth, and licked them clean, his eyes locked on hers.
He slurped his fingers in slow, deliberate licks, sucking each finger with a filthy pop.
“Tastes like heaven,” he murmured, his eyes rolling back.
Ira’s chest heaved, her body trembling from the aftershocks.
She looked up at him, eyes glassy and lips parted.
Felix’s eyes darkened even more.
He shoved his wet fingers into her mouth, letting her taste herself and his saliva.
She sucked them greedily, moaning around his fingers, her eyes rolling back.
Felix pulled his fingers from her mouth with a wet pop, her saliva stringing between them like a filthy thread.
Ira’s lips were swollen, shiny with her own cum as she stared at him like she’d never seen anything hotter in her life.
He spun her around fast and roughly, her back now to the crowd.
Their bodies slammed together.
Her heavy tits crushed against his hard chest, and her nipples scraped through the thin crop top like little bullets.
She could feel his heartbeat thundering against hers, wild and fast.
“Fuck, look at you,” his voice was a sinfully deep growl that sent a shiver down her spine.
“All flushed and fucked out already, and I ain’t even inside you yet.”
Ira whimpered, her thighs squeezing together instinctively.
She was soaked; her pussy lips were puffy and begging for more.
Felix’s hand shot down between them again, his fingers diving straight for her clit. It was still swollen and slick from her orgasm.
He rubbed slow, filthy circles, watching her face twist in pleasure.
“You’re so fucking wet, baby. This little cunt’s crying for my dick.”
Ira’s mouth fell open in a silent, desperate “O,” her eyes rolling back as fresh heat bloomed low in her belly.
She spread her legs wider without thinking, her hips tilting up, offering herself like a gift.
Her leather skirt was bunched around her waist now; her bare ass cheeks pressed against the edge of the dance floor railing, cool against her skin.
She moaned, loud and broken, her head falling back.
“Felix… please…”
He chuckled, dark and dirty. “Please what, pretty girl? Use your words.”
But she couldn’t.
Her brain was mush.
All she could do was grind against his hand, chasing the friction.
She was too lost in ecstasy when she suddenly felt his other hand fumbling at his zipper.
The sound of it was obscene in the loud club: the metallic rasp and the soft pop of the button.
He freed himself with a groan, his thick cock springing out, heavy and veined, the fat head already coated with pre-cum.
Ira’s eyes dropped to it, widening with disbelief.
It was huge, dark, thick, and curved just right.
She swallowed hard, her pussy clenching around nothing at the sight of the black monster before her.
Felix paused, his breath ragged against her ear. He reached into his pocket, fingers closing around the small foil packet he always carried.
He pulled out a condom, ripping the wrapper open with his teeth in one quick motion.
He held it out to her, eyes locked on hers, voice low and commanding.
“Put it on me, baby. Nice and slow.”
Ira’s hands trembled as she took the condom from him, her fingers brushing his hot skin.
She rolled it down his thick shaft carefully, feeling him throb under her touch, the latex stretching tight over his length.
Felix groaned low in his throat as she worked it on, his hips twitching forward slightly.
“Good girl,” he murmured, grinning devilishly.
Before she could react, he gripped her thigh, hiked her leg up around his hip, and lined himself up.
The blunt head nudged her soaked entrance, parting her lips.
She didn’t even have time to brace herself.
He thrust in slowly at first, then deep, burying himself to the hilt in one long, smooth stroke.