Don't toy with me: sexiest man of the year

ALCOHOLIC

Angela felt chills down her spine as he kissed her back. He smoothly slipped his tongue between her lips. Unlike before, he wasn't in a rush but this time he was very gentle—so gentle that she actually liked the soft feeling of his lips on hers. She was struck by how great his kiss was. His tongue led the dance in her mouth in a way that made her ask for more. She didn't know much about kisses, but this felt so good to her that she couldn't help but melt under its effect. Compared to him, she was sluggish, slow, and inept, but if in any way she failed to meet his expectations, he never showed it at all. He was leading perfectly, taking control. His large hands ran over her lean back; they were so big that Angela felt like his two hands literally covered her back. Then they crawled down to grab her hips, pulling her more and more closer to his warm body. His kiss and the taste of his lips were like a drug, and she found herself becoming hopelessly addicted. Angela knew she had to stop it or she would lose her mind in the taste of him. When she finally broke off their kiss, she realized that she was just casually sitting on his lap. She jerked up from his body. “Is there anything wrong?” Antonio asked, his eyes dull, unable to express his surprise or confusion. “No…I... I just... I had to undress,” she replied and slowly started unbuttoning her blouse. "I am so shy, my hands are shaking," Angela thought, feeling her cheeks hot. Slowly pulling her bra straps, she let them slide down her arms. Her breasts bounced for freedom. She went ahead and pulled down her underwear over her nicely shaped legs; it swayed her hips smoothly as it slid down to her feet. Antonio watched her intently in silence, his lips slightly agape and his piercing green eyes never leaving her body. Angela noticed, her cheeks stained red, and she flushed with embarrassment. She cupped her bosom and looked away from him, embarrassed. “Can you not look at me, please?” Antonio blinked and gulped hard. “Sorry, my bad.” He looked away to the left and turned into a mannequin. Angela was in disbelief because of his reaction. “How can being drunk change him into a totally different person! Well, since I have come this far, I'd better take it to the end. It's not like this is my first time, yet why can't I stop shaking?” she yelled, then got a hint. “Maybe if I take some alcohol, I wouldn't feel so ashamed of it,” she said, smiling at her plan and walked towards the fridge. Antonio watched her in silence. She took a bottle of wine and got a glass. With her eyes closed, she took a shot, shaking her head and squeezing her face. She poured in another one and wanted to force it down her throat, but she couldn't. “I think one shot is enough,” she said to herself and walked back to Antonio. "Let's warm that up a little, shall we?" she said, pointing at his erect member. "There's no way she is letting that in her that dry. I am doing this finally," she thought. "Close your eyes." “Okay...” Antonio replied sluggishly and shut his eyes. Suddenly he flinched as he felt her fingers run over his hard abs, then down to his lower body. He gulped hard and clenched his fists by his side, then released his fingers, tensing them into the sheets beneath as he fought to control himself from submission and not taking her. Then he felt her slide a bit farther down his body, her lips touching the skin over his stomach. She went even lower and held his crotch. Antonio couldn't help but shiver as his body tightened with a sensual reflex. He opened his eyes and saw her staring at his arousal. "Its length and massiveness don't scare me anymore. He looks so beautiful, I... can't seem to resist the urge to feel and taste him. What happened to my shyness all of a sudden? Could it be the alcohol?” Angela thought to herself. She took him into her throat and out, then ran her fingers and claimed his hot throbbing shaft, making sure her mouth fluid covered every inch of his skin. Antonio's breath ceased for a moment. “Your hand feels so different from mine when I did this,” he hissed, his brows knitted together. “Please don't comment on everything, it's kinda embarrassing,” Angela replied, her face flushed. Antonio nodded readily and clenched his fist; he felt like he would spill at any minute just by her hand touching him. She rubbed it so hard and fast that his hips started moving on their own. He began to thrust in and out of her hand. Angela released him and put her hair in a ponytail. She knelt down in front of him. Suddenly, Antonio felt the hot laps of her tongue against his burning flesh. His heart raced and beat against his chest hard; he was suddenly out of air and had to breathe through his mouth hotly. Her tongue then lapped hungrily over the top before thrusting deep into her throat over and over, then back to play with the tip again. “Ahhh... ahhhh...” Antonio moaned and put his palms to cover his face. He thought he would lose it for a second. His mind was clouded with nothing but her; she was literally driving him insane! And he could feel his shaft getting bigger and bigger inside her throat. "Hmmmm… hmmmm.. ha.." he gasped loudly. Angela looked up at him and found his face red, breathing hotly, staring at her with those piercing eyes. His fingers ran gently through her hair. He usually just pushes his face to his shaft and grabs her hair tightly. This time it felt so different; he was being very gentle, playing with her hair and that look on his face like he would eat her alive but in a good way. It's doing things to her head! "You smell nice down here, you are very neat," she murmured and cupped her hand beneath the tautness of his privates while devouring his rod deep into her throat again. Her voice, her breath, her touch, the humming sound—everything about her felt like a whole new alcohol of pleasure to Antonio's body. Suddenly, Antonio felt himself bulging, ready to fill her up. He couldn't help but groan loudly with pleasure as he fought so hard to keep still and not spill all over her mouth.