Try and push him away.

You raise your hands and try and push him away, but his strength feels like it’s ten times that of yours. You moan lightly, unable to pull away as you slowly give into the passionate attention his mouth is giving yours.

He removes his lips from yours, his piercing dark eyes looking into your own. You feel lost in them, unable to speak a word. They’re full of animalistic desire for you. His smell is intoxicating, sapping your remaining strength with its masculine musk. Your mind races with thoughts—unable to gather them into a coherent train, letting your base instinct slowly take control of your actions.

The man roughly turns you around and presses his searing chest to your back. Scalding kisses run up and down your neck as he peels up your tank top to reveal your soft bosom. You moan in a confused mix of protest and wanting. His teeth lightly nibble at your ears, making you bow your chest into the inviting cups of his hands.

Your nipples harden under the cold air, letting his fingers easily pinch and roll the sensitive nubs. You mewl at his touch. Your focus is waning as chemicals rush to your brains and your arousal rapidly rises.

His fingers wander down your body, brushing against your exposed midriff. They press between your legs in order to massage the hot button through your shorts. Your whole body goes alit when he begins to stimulate the most sensitive nerve of your being. You let out a long gasp as he makes you grow hot with desire.

No longer content with simply petting your mound through your clothes, he moves his hand back to your midriff before sliding into your shorts. The moment his hot fingers touch the naked flesh of your clit, your eyes roll back. He slowly frigs you, not only making you writhe in pleasure, but making you ready for him one moan at a time. You feel your desperately clenching tunnel grow wet with lust.

“Please,” the man whispers in your ear. “I need you.” You felt his manhood press against the small of your back. The scorching shaft pulses lightly as it stands erect and ready for you. You groan wantonly at the thought of laying with this man, your thoughts in a conflicted mess.