45 #3
My fingers dig into her hips and a groan rips from the back of my throat as she pulses wildly around me. She feels…fuck. She’s a sopping mess. Just the faintest move from her feels like ecstasy.
“Fuck,” I draw out roughly, but when she pushes up, the crown just barely inside her, and drops down, I whimper. “Goddamn, Anna.”
My eyes roll again; fireworks go off all over my body, but when she leans forward and starts to move, the fireworks become lava. I burn everywhere, ache to feel every inch of her skin on mine.
My palms are moving, roaming all over her body, wherever I can touch her as she rides me. Her breasts bounce, barbells calling my name, but she doesn’t let me have them. Her hands snake up to my neck and then she’s wrapping her palms around my throat.
Goose bumps scatter, my heart close to bursting from the way her fingers dig into my sweaty skin.
She chokes me as she rides me and I do nothing but take it. Oxygen is sparse and I’m hardly able to catch my breath, but for whatever reason that turns me on even more. I’m tipping my head back, giving her more access and holding her ass, watching her tits bounce.
“Yes, yes, yes…” She’s crying out, bouncing wildly on top of me, and then she tenses and releases all over me. She’s squirting and it’s never-ending, dripping down the sides of my hips and soaking the bed.
I hold her in place, bucking my hips up and making sure every rock grazes her clit to prolong her orgasm. Her jaw drops and her moans are soundless as I force her to come again. Her hands go lax and her body spams uncontrollably.
Watching her is erotic. Seeing her lose it, the sounds and the mess she makes, is something I’ll never get over. When she comes back down, she faintly whimpers, the sound cracking every so often. It grows louder in protest when I flip us.
She lies on her back and I hover on top, my cock still deep inside her.
“Sy…” she whines, pussy gripping my cock like it wants me out but needs me to stay buried in her. “I can’t anymore…I’m so…” She gasps when I rub her clit. “Sen…” she moans, her eyes lazily fluttering. “I’m sensitive.”
“Just give me one more,” I rough out, pinching it before I let go. “I won’t stop until I have one more.”
She scrunches her nose, her face red and sweaty, but I swear she’s never looked more beautiful. “Okay…” She bites her lip. “One more.”
“Atta girl.” I lower myself close to her face, wrapping my palm around her clammy throat. Her pulse drums against the pad of my thumb, thundering madly when I raise myself just barely enough to graze her clit.
I squeeze her throat, draw my cock out, and slam into her. She chokes on a breath, staring wide-eyed at the space where we’re connected. I do it again a few more times, my balls slapping her with each thrust. Our bodies are slick with sweat and her cum, the combination filthy. Erotic.
It only spurs me on to fuck her faster, to feel her clench around my length, to hear her scream. When she slips her hands around my back and digs her nails into the skin that I know she broke through, I lose it.
I groan, capturing her lips with mine and kissing her. It’s desperate, hungry, and harsh, but she’s not any different. I’m dizzy from the way she takes as much as she gives.
“Give it to me. Give me one more,” I pant roughly against her mouth.
Her back arches and she tightens around me, her palms pushing me down against her body. And just as she comes again, I follow suit, releasing into her.
I attempt to keep my eyes open so I can keep looking at her, but I’m in heaven. I’m beyond gone, lost in the thick haze of our orgasm.
And when we finally settle, when I’ve given her everything I’ve got and she’s completely spent, I don’t pull out.
“I need one more thing from you.”
“No, I can’t…”
I kiss her temple. “You can, squeeze my cock,” I demand.
“Sy…” she starts weakly.
“I need my cum to be buried deep inside you,” I tell her as my cock twitches.
“You know it’s what I need, and I know you want it too.
You’re a slut for my cum. You like it when you’re filled with it, love it even more when it doesn’t come out.
When you know I’ve fucked you so thoroughly it stays inside. ”
I dream of her filled with it; she knows this. I’ve told her. It’d be her asshole right now, but we’re both spent. And she loves this as much as I do.
She gets off on being used, when I call her names and make her comply with my demands. She likes knowing she’s being useful even if she acts like a brat. That is why she squeezes.
“That’s it. Take it all the way in. If anything comes out, I swear I’ll fuck you again,” I warn her. I clench my jaw and my stomach contracts with pleasure. “Are you done?”
“Yeah.” She exhales shakily.
“You’re so beautiful. I love how well you listen,” I say against her temple, still inside her, loving that she’s filled with me.
“You’re annoying but I love you.” I hear the smile in her voice.
“You’re such a brat and I’m in love with you.” I slowly pull out. “Now let’s go get you cleaned up before I change my mind and do this all over again.”