And then some.
This was no pampered Aristoscrat. Not a simpering, lying philanderer. This was a man who took what he wanted. He was direct. There was an honesty in the way he touched me. The way his thick cock unerringly found its way between my thighs.
He positioned himself above me and held his cock at my entrance.
"I assume you can handle this."
“I… oh yes... Yes, please,” I moaned, even though I wasn’t sure I could handle it. I wasn’t sure at all. It had been a while since my ex had made love to me. And that had been perfunctory. He certainly hadn’t had the exceptional equipment of the rough beast poised above me.
We groaned in unison as he pressed forward, his cock sliding snugly betwen my wet pussy lips. He went slowly but he didn't stop pressing forward until he was fully embedded inside me.
I'd never felt anything like it in my life.
"Fuck, you're tight. Am I hurting you?"
I shook my head. He was the largest I'd had, and it had been a long time. But it didn't hurt. It felt exquisite.
Everything about him felt exquisite.
"No. I… Please continue."
He smiled at me, his eyes flaring in unspoken approval.
Then he began. Slow, deep, lingering thrusts. He rode me gracefully, as if I were a prized mare. His eyes never left mine as he braced himself above me, giving and taking in equal measure.
He didn't stop as I began to quiver beneath him. I was already close to orgasm. He was relentless as he slowly pierced me again and again. It was utterly raw the way he rode me, making no apologies for the way he used me for his satisfaction.
I grasped his shoulders and closed my eyes as the first orgasm rolled through me. He let out a satisfied grunt as I clenched around him, my body caressing him, drawing him in. I shuddered as the pleasure increased, taking me over the edge again almost immediately. It was too much. But he didn't slow or stop.
I opened my eyes to look up at him. I was losing control over myself and I didn't like it. He knew it too, judging from the arrogant look on his face. His lips curled into a smug smile as he worked his cock methodically in and out of me. He thought he had me under his thumb.
Oh no, this would not do at all.
I wrapped my thighs around him and started to thrust in unison with him. Each circle of my hips brought us together in a way that was explosive. His eyes closed as he groaned in pleasure.
That impossibly sexy smirk was gone at last, replaced by a look of helpless ecstasy.
I flexed my hips and pressed up, rolling him to his back. He stared up at me, his eyes raking over my body. Now I was in control. I was the one who would drive him crazy.
He watched me as I started to ride him, my hands on his belly. I tossed my head back and let instinct take over. Gracefully, I teased him with a languorous pace. He growled at me, his hands reaching for my breasts. I pushed his rough hands away and started to touch myself instead, making lazy circles around my nipples with my fingertips.
That did it.
My cowboy lost his control now, too.
I was on my back before I knew what was happening. His hand cradled my head, protecting it as I slammed into the bed. We both groaned as he sank deep inside me. And stayed there.
He stared at me, his eyes wild and desperate. I felt myself getting close again. Something about that unmoving cock inside me was doing things to me that I hadn't felt before.
He stared at me hungrily as I started to come. I was thrashing on the bed beneath him as he held perfectly still. I shook and shivered, unable to move him one inch. His cock was an immovable force, pinning me to the bed. The orgasm seemed to go on forever.
Finally he let go, thrusting into me again and again. He was the wild one now. He was the animal. With a low grunt I felt him finish, his cock pulsing inside me. It sparked another orgasmic aftershock in me as I bore down on him with everything I had.
He was grinning when he pulled out a few moments later.
I rolled to my side, staring at him in annoyance.
He'd won round one.
But we were far from finished here.
I wouldn't let him get the best of me again. I would never let any man get the best of me. If I had to sleep my way through the United States I would prove that to my ex, my cowboy, and any man who presumed to think he could control me.
The days of being meek and subservient were over.