I was pretty sure I should hate the crass way he talked to me. Be alarmed when he flipped me over, pulled my hips back, and started to press into me with what felt like a considerable-sized dick.
“You were fucking delicious, by the way,” he said, feeding me his cock, inch by inch. “I’m going to have to make you come on my mouth again before this is all done. I’ll bet you’ll squirt for me real good if I press the right spot.”
Yes, I probably should have felt some sort of way about all the crude presumptions he was making. But dear saints in heaven, I started coming again, my pussy spasming around his dick.
“Two,” he said above me with a low, feral laugh. “Look at you, beautiful. Coming all over this dick before I’m all the way in. Is that polite?”
No, it wasn’t.
“I’m sorry!” I gasped out—only to gasp even louder when he buried himself all the way inside of me.
“Don’t be sorry,” he said as he started powering into me, rough and hard. “Just understand why I’ve got to take you like this, why I can’t be nice. Not when you come for me like that.”
With those words, he fell on top of me, his huge body pressing into my back.
And yes….he was as heavy as I expected. So heavy, I fell to my forearms, unable to stay up as he rutted me like an animal.
It was too much. The filthy words. The weight. The pressure between my folds as he pumped into them. He was big. I suddenly understood why women sometimes said impossible things, like, I could feel him in my womb.
I’d never been filled like this, so completely that I couldn’t properly breathe between strokes. Not just because of his almost crushing weight on top of me, but also because when he pulled back, I kept holding my breath in anticipation of him filling me up again.
But surely I wouldn’t. I couldn’t—
That thought cut out, and the world disappeared.
“Three,” a voice said somewhere in the distance as another climax hit.
He was so heavy, and in the end, I needed that. He laid on top of me like a weighted blanket, keeping me grounded and safe as the orgasm tore through me.
“Best one yet, beautiful,” he said, lifting off of me when I was done. “But I’m going to have to take a break, or else I’ll blow before we get to five.”
His idea of a break and my idea of a break were two very different things. I found that out when instead of flopping down on his back like I did, he crooked one of my legs over his shoulders. And…
Holy moly…if I thought the first time was good, it barely compared to what happened when he buried his face between my legs along with two fingers, polishing my clit while he worked them inside of me.
This was crazy. I didn’t want to be this wanton woman coming all over a virtual stranger.
But my body was so primed—I couldn’t hold on. Just a minute or two later, he raised his mouth from my pussy with a triumphant. “Four. And looks like I was right about you being a squirter.”
Oh my gosh….luckily, I was too wiped out to feel as mortified as I should. I lay there like a melting chocolate pudding pop, my body quivering with aftershocks.
He rose from the bed. And now.…now he finally took off the suit. I watched him strip in a daze and wondered at all the tattoos covering his chest. The snake with red diamond eyes who slithered all the way up to his neck, also a dragon, and an ancient-looking man, who I could only guess was some Chinese god. They appeared to be meaningful.
Too bad I was incapable of asking questions in this melted pudding pop stage.
He climbed back into the bed and flipped me over onto my stomach before my eyes could travel below his waist.
“Can’t believe I lasted this long.” His voice held a new urgency as he pulled my hips up again and lined the hard knob of his dick with the back of my pussy.
He didn’t have to feed it to me this time. I was wet, so slippery with all my orgasms. He slid right into my still clenching core.
I began to meet his thrusts, finding a store of bad girl endurance I wouldn’t have guessed I had.
But then, for the first time ever, I voiced a sexual want out loud. “Could we do it this last time, facing each other?”
He stopped pumping behind me, and his voice was quiet and tense as he answered, “I figured this would be easier for you if you didn’t have to look at me?”
“What?” I unimpaled myself from his cock and flipped back over to look at him.