Cherry Pie

Marshall leans down, and when his lips find mine, I crush my mouth to his, kissing him with everything I have. He pulls his hips back, easing his swollen cock out of me, my lips clinging to him eagerly. He teases me like that, flexing his cock and letting me feel him pulse just inside of me, before suddenly, he rocks his hips forward, driving his length into me as I moan wildly into his lips.

Both of his hands move to the headboard, his gorgeous, muscled body stretched out above me—rippling and coiling as he eases out and then thrusts right back in. We move slow at first, but it doesn’t take long before our bodies start to move faster and come crashing together harder. I whimper in pleasure, my hands trailing over his chest down to his hips, gripping him and pulling him into me again and again. His muscles ripple, arms clenched tight as he grips the headboard and fucks me, hard and deep. The lewd, wet sounds of his big cock plunging into my slippery, dripping wet pussy fill the room, making my head spin as my legs tighten around him, yanking him into me over and over.

“Oh fuck, Mr. B!” I moan, loving the way saying “Mr. B” instead of Marshall just makes it feel so much filthier and so wrong. But it’s that wrongness that has my blood turning to fire in my veins and has the pleasure erupting through me as I gasp for more.

“Fuck me!” I squeal, panting, throwing my head back as his big cock pounds into me. His thickness rubs over my clit with every thrust, and I can feel his heavy, swollen balls slap my ass as he groans, his eyes blazing into mine.

“This what you wanted, baby girl? To get pinned to my bed and fucked like a bad girl? To get this tight little pussy properly screwed?”

“Yes!” I gasp, moaning and whimpering as he plunges into me, claiming me and taking me as I writhe in pleasure under him.

“After me, baby girl,” he growls. “There’s not a man or boy out there who’ll be able to fill and fuck this sweet little pussy like you want. Not like you need. After me, no other cock will satisfy you.” He leans down, growling as his gorgeous, fat cock plunges into me over and over, rutting into my wet and slick pussy and making me cry out in sweet agonizing pleasure.

“After me, you’re going to be ruined for any other man,” he hisses into my lips as he drives into me, pinning me to the bed with his cock as I claw at his hips and yank him deeper with my legs. My lips brush his as I moan in delirious pleasure, my body arched and my nipples dragging over his chest.

“So ruin me,” I gasp into his lips, panting as I feel myself start to tumble. “Because I don’t want an ‘after you.’” I crush my lips to his, kissing him deeply and moaning as my entire world starts to shatter.

Marshall groans, his whole body tensing and clenching as he thrusts into me harder, and faster, our bodies crashing bruisingly hard together. I claw at his hips, my mouth against his arm as I muffle my cries of pleasure into his skin, my teeth biting into him as thrusts that gorgeous cock deeper and deeper, until everything begins to fall.

“Marshall!”

“Come for me, Kendall. Let me feel this little pussy come all over my fucking balls. Give me that orgasm, baby girl. Give me that sweet girl cum. Come for me, beautiful.”

The burn grows hotter, the fire raging as we crash together again and again, until suddenly, it explodes. And when I come, it’s like white light exploding over the whole world. I come hard, crying out, my whole body arching and shuddering as my pussy grips his cock tight. Marshall groans, burying his face in my neck, one hand dropping to a fist next to me, the other gripping my ass hard and possessively as he fucks me with wild abandon—rutting and thrusting and roaring into my skin before suddenly, he pushes his thick cock so deep inside of me, and with a final roar, I can feel him let go.

When I feel his hot cum spurting and splashing into me, I fall again, my body rippling and trembling as another orgasm rips through me. His cum jets into me, filling my wet little pussy over and over, until I can feel it dripping out of where we meet. His mouth crushes to mine, swallowing my moans and stealing my breath away as we slow to a gentle grind.

My tongue swirls with his, my breath mingles with his, and our bodies writhe together as the aftershocks of my orgasms ripple through me.