Keeping Score

“Oh shit,” she moaned against the pillow. Her nails dug into my thigh as drew me in, clenching and clasping, harder and faster against her.

I slammed into her. Fucking her as hard as I could, but it wasn’t good enough. I needed to be deeper. I reared back and flipped her up on her knees, head down against the mattress, arms pressed tight against the headboard and I positioned my cock where I wanted it.

I looked at this beautiful woman. The roundness of her ass. The curves of her hips. Her hair falling down around her and her glistening slice of heaven, desperate for me. Quivering. Wet. Mine.

“Oh, baby,” I whispered.

“Yes.”

I teased along her clit, up and down and then back to her opening, sliding in just enough to stretch her wider. Enough to make her moan.

“Do you understand what I’m getting ready to do?” I asked.

Her head bobbed on the pillow.

“Say it. Say you understand,” I commanded.

“I understand. Please fuck me, now.” She begged, her voice hoarse with need.

I pulled out of her until the tip of my dick is the only thing left inside of her and then grabbing hold of her hips I forced every inch of my dick into her. The only sound in the room was the sound of flesh against flesh as I slammed into her over and over again.

My balls slapped against her clit with each thrust, building her climax faster and faster until I knew she was on the verge of exploding. I didn’t want her to come yet. I wanted to make her work for it. I wanted to draw out the torturous play until she was so desperate with need that she couldn’t even beg anymore.

She growled as I filled her and was the most fucking erotic sound I had ever heard in my life.

I always wanted to make her growl.

Always.

It took her a second to get the rhythm down and then she was grinding against me as I flexed my hips, pounding into her. I felt my orgasm building just as she cried out.

I had never witnessed a more beautiful sight than the one before this moment. If I had a camera I would capture a million photos and hang them across every surface of my home so that I could see her like this every second of every day. She was easily the most stunning creature ever created.

“Good girl.” I said, smacking her on her firm ass.

“Oh fuck me,” she whimpered as she jutted her ass up in the air for more.

“I’m not going to be easy this time, baby. If I hurt you, tell me to stop.”

“I like it. The pain I mean, I like the way it feels,” she explained through gasping breaths.

My cock demanded to be buried. I had never heard something so fucking erotic before. I positioned myself at her entrance and slid into her in one full thrust, filling her completely. She leaned forward taking all of me and I waited for a second, even though I said I wasn’t going to be easy I didn’t ever want to hurt her.

“More,” she cried out, twisting against the sheets.

“You want more, baby?” I asked, my voice low and full of unleashed passion.

“Yes.”

“More?” I asked again as her body quivered around my cock.

“Yes.”

I’d never felt it before—the connection in sex. The intensity of pleasure that came from giving and taking. The primal rapture of fucking a woman I was desperate to protect and keep safe. A woman who had found her way inside my soul. I wanted to give her everything I had. More than my body. More than money.

My thrusts became more urgent as the emotion surged through me. I wanted to give her more pleasure than this world offered.

I reached forward and stroked her clit, twisting and pinching it until she shook from the orgasm that had finally broken free inside her.