Doyle heads to a party and finds a lovely lady to fuck on the dance floor. *notes this is her first story..let me know what you think*
The party scene is as always a crazy one. The music thumps through the crush of the crowd, the fast beat echoing the pace of the several hundred beating hearts. Esctasy, to them not just a drug but a state of mind. Bodies shift, bend and wave in chaotic, frantic movements. Just Doyles kind of place. Entering the room, its as if the energy spikes ten fold. His first place of business is to be fully like minded with the crowd, esctasy is taken and quickly begins to rush through his veins. Now he finds himself on the dance floor with a strobe light sliding over his body like a lovers hand. A small lovely woman, long dark hair is sliding up to him with such a pretty smile on her face.
He shudders and tugs her closer, his face buries into her throat and hair as he slithers against her, feeling her heat mingle with his. As the music starts to speed up, Doyles hips react, pressing against the lovely chicas. Just how much hes enjoying this is quite evident. Through the beating, pounding music Doyles ears hone in on the soft squealing giggle the girl gives. Ever much the predator in his own right he grins widely then leans in and nips at the pulse in her throat. Its just hard enough to feel his teeth and then hes licking lightly along the spot almost tickling. She gasps, her fingers clinching lightly as she presses closer to him.
Theres a groan, from who is unsure, perhaps its both. The slow seduction begins to quickly unravel as she starts to react so strongly to his advances. His hands slide up her body openly, fingers dancing along her stomach to her breasts. Small circles to the tiny points standing out so proudly before he pinches them with just enough pressure. A jerk spasms through her and she moans loudly, her own nails scraping along his back under his opened shirt. The heavier and hotter it gets, the more he wants of ... Læs hele novellen
