You need him in your pussy

But as you suck, your own needs becomes unbearable. The ache between your legs is too much, your pussy clenching around nothing, soaking through your shorts. You pull back abruptly, gasping, strings of saliva connecting your swollen lips to his glistening cock. Your face is flushed, your eyes wild with desperation.

"I need you inside me," you gasp, your voice hoarse and urgent. "Right now. I need your cock in my pussy. I can't fucking wait anymore."

God, I sound like such a slut, you think, but you don't care. Your body needs him. The unbearable and aching need for a cock to stretch you, fill you, and fuck you until you can't think straight is primal and overwhelming. Your male brain desperately seeks to avoid such a conclusion, but your wiring is built for this now.

Your hand is still wrapped around his shaft, stroking almost unconsciously, and you can feel how hard he is, how his cock throbs in your grip. Your other hand presses desperately between your legs, rubbing yourself through your shorts, but it's not enough. Nothing is enough except having him inside you.

"Please," you beg, looking up at him with pleading eyes. Your face is red, tears streaked down your cheeks, saliva and pre-cum smeared across your chin, your lips swollen and red. You look absolutely wrecked, and you know it.

"I'm so fucking wet. I need you to fuck me. Right now."

Darrell glances down at you, his expression a mixture of amusement and lust, but he shakes his head slightly.

"We're close to my house, baby," he says, his voice strained. "Just a few more minutes. You can wait."