Unwrapping Holly

The initial lack of control my love experienced when he first entered me was totally gone now. As if to prove it, Donovan spread me open on his queen-sized mattress and began hammering me with long, deep strokes of his magnificent cock.

Holy shit….

He pushed my legs high overhead, stretching me to the limits of my flexibility. His assault was merciless, his erection a steel piston driving in and out of me as I cried his name and clutched his incredible arms and rolled my eyes back into my head.

There was no pause on his end, no stopping to even catch his breath. In no time at all I was clawing his back, raking my nails down the hard muscles along his two ribbed flanks as I was gripped in the throes of a powerful orgasm.

“Unnggghhh…”

And that was just the beginning.

Donovan dropped back onto the bed, pulling me on top of him once again without breaking our union. I rode him hard, grinding my ass on the downstroke, rolling my hips which were now firmly being grasped by his two strong hands. He felt almost unbearable at this angle. So thick and full and impossibly deep inside me, it skirted the border between pleasure and pain.

Ohhhhhh…

It didn’t take long to get off this way, and this time my orgasm was an explosion from within. I felt that familiar surge rise up inside me. That welcome series of contractions as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over my brain.

My breathing was rapid now, from all the bucking and screwing and riding. Smirking down at him through my tangled cascade of hair, I couldn’t believe his wasn’t.

“This is… fucking… insane…”

My trainer grinned wickedly and pulled me down on top of him. Our lips met again and we kissed like true lovers, hotly and passionately, my tits pressed warmly against his hard, ripped body. I remained thankfully motionless while he continued fucking me from beneath, clenching and unclenching his ass in strong, controlled strokes that drove upward and into me like a reverse pile-driver.

I should’ve known…

It was funny, thinking about it that way. I’d always figured Donovan would be good in bed, but I never considered how his strict regimen of strength training and cardio might translate into him being a complete sexual dynamo.

“You tapping out?”

It was a challenge, I knew. One he’d put to me numerous times before in the weight room, but only when it came to completing my sets.

Now his words had a wholly different meaning, of course.

“Never.”

I jumped up and spun around, whirling to face his legs. Shifting my body backward and downward, I dropped my mouth over Donovan’s glistening cock. At the same time, I lowered my dripping sex to his wonderfully stubbled chin…

OHHHH…

His tongue went inside me, and I jumped for joy. Two hands closed over the globes of my ass, spreading me even wider so he could utterly consume me.

My heart was racing! My skin prickled all over, like it was on fire. Grateful for the breather, I swallowed my new lover all the way down to the hilt. He moaned into my pussy — more of a vibration than a sound, really — and I responded by grinding even harder into his face.

I sensed movement off to my left. I whirled, startled, and found myself staring into a full-length mirror.

Whoa…

In the reflection I could see absolutely everything: our two bodies stacked together, sixty-nining hotly. Pleasuring each other in the dim bedroom light. It was all so crazy to watch — so incredible and sensual. So wantonly hedonistic. I stared back at myself as I went down on him, watching as Donovan’s cock disappeared into some brunette’s wet, willing mouth.

Only that brunette was me.

Holy shit.

“MmmMmmmmm…”

Donovan groaned again, and I focused on bringing him off. I worked harder with my hand, moving my mouth in a tight circle as I took him again and again, deep into my throat.

I knew he was close when he stopped tonguing me. He lay back on his pillow, still working me with his fingertips but only half-heartedly. He was distracted now. I had him.