Chapter 697: The Mysterious Woman Takes Me Hard

The mature woman kept staring at my cock the entire time, holding the thick shaft loosely in her soft hand as if she were studying it. Her eyes never left the heavy length, watching it pulse gently against her palm.

"It ain’t gonna suck itself," I said, my voice low. I wanted to feel that mature mouth of hers wrapped around me.

Instead of taking me between her lips right away, she leaned in closer and pressed her nose against the base of my cock. She inhaled slowly and deeply, sniffing along the shaft for a long moment, her warm breath ghosting over the sensitive skin.

"Ahhh... it’s so filthy," she murmured, still sniffing me with open enjoyment, like the scent alone was turning her on even more.

She was really fucking crazy for doing all of this so shamelessly. Every red flag was waving right in front of me, but her body was so juicy and thick and curved in all the right places that I kept ignoring them.

The heat of her hand, the way she looked at my cock, the soft press of her nose against me, it was all too addictive to stop.

She finally pulled back just enough to rest the full length of my cock against her face, measuring it from her chin all the way up past her forehead. The thick head reached the top of her hairline. My cock was as long as her entire face, and the realization seemed to excite her even more.

A slow, hungry smile spread across her lips as she felt the weight of it resting against her soft skin.

"I’m not gonna let you go," she said quietly, still pressing my cock against her cheek. "I’m gonna keep you with me."

I raised an eyebrow and joked, even though something about her tone made the words land heavier than I expected.

"Why? You gonna kidnap me and make me your sex slave just like those guys who disappeared on your island?"

She looked up at me then, still smiling, but the smile had turned mischievous and dark.

"That would have been so easy for them, boy," she said softly. "You don’t know half of what happened to them."

She didn’t deny the rumors at all. The calm confidence in her voice sent a quiet chill down my spine. In that moment I understood there was something truly dark waiting on that island, and she was part of it.

My cock was leaking so much precum while she held it in her soft hand. Thick, clear drops kept welling up at the tip and sliding slowly down the veined shaft, coating her fingers with every small movement.

"You’re really so impatient," the woman said with a small, knowing smile, her eyes locked on the dripping head. She tapped the slick, precum-covered tip against her open tongue and tasted it greedily, dragging it back and forth across the wet surface a few times, collecting every drop.

"Ummm... so thick," she murmured, clearly savoring the taste as she licked her lips.

She was right. I had been teased for far too long. Every slow lick, every deliberate bite, every filthy word she had whispered had built the pressure inside me until my cock was aching, throbbing, and dripping without any mercy. The need to be inside her was almost painful now.

Soon the woman rose from her knees with fluid, confident movement. She climbed over me, straddling my hips while still leaning forward, and carefully lined the swollen, leaking head of my cock up against the soft, wet entrance of her pussy.

She rubbed the thick tip slowly up and down between her slick folds, coating me in her heat and her juices. It was so warm, almost burning against the hypersensitive head of my cock.

"Ahhh... take it in," I groaned, watching the filthy, deliberate way she used her entrance to stroke and tease me. The sight of her mature pink pussy lips spreading around the thick tip with every slow drag was almost too much to handle.

Her soft, wet flesh kissed and slid over me, never quite letting me push inside yet.

She looked down at me with heavy, lust-filled eyes, her long dark hair falling around her face.

"You want to cum in me, huh? I know you’re thinking about flooding my pussy with your thick cum," she said, still rubbing my cock against her entrance roughly, deliberately teasing both of us with the promise of what was coming.

"It’s gonna leak from your filthy pussy when I’m done with you," I growled back.

Then, without another word, she slowly sank down. Inch by thick inch she let my cock push into her mature, tight warmth. The heat and pressure wrapped around me completely, her inner walls stretching and clenching as she took me deeper and deeper.

"Ahhh—" we both moaned at the same time as her pussy stretched around the thick shaft, swallowing me until her soft, heavy hips finally rested flush against mine.

She kept her arms planted firmly on either side of my shoulders, leaning over me so that her enormous breasts hung close to my chest, the stiff nipples almost brushing my skin.

Her legs stayed straight, pressed tightly against my outer thighs as she held herself there, fully impaled on my cock, letting us both feel every pulse, every throb, and every tiny twitch of the thick length buried deep inside her.

I was on the bottom. She was on top. Both of us were stretched out almost straight along the bed, her arms planted firmly on either side of my shoulders for support.

She had scooted her thick juicy body just enough so she could roll and grind her heavy hips while still keeping that upright, controlling posture.

She was getting fucked by me, yet she was the one on top, taking the dominant position a man was supposed to have, and she clearly loved every second of it.