You breathe in harshly, the cool air of the room filling your lungs as I grabs my cock and press it under your ass, my glans snuggled between your labia. You go on your tiptoes and then lower yourself again, the tip of my cock once more inside of you.
This time there's no subtlety about what we're doing. We're going hard and violently, each thrust of mine a maddening stroke charged with divine electricity. We are fucking, and we are doing it as hard as we can, my thighs slapping your ass over and over again.
I don't even know if I can endure the kind of pleasure that’s going to take over me once I cum, but I don't give a fuck about it. Even if I die from pleasure, it’s going to be totally worth it - to spend my last moments with a woman like you… I’d call myself a lucky man.
My cock pulses hard inside your pussy - I’m already dancing on the edge of climax, but you don’t stop me. You’re on the edge as well, and each thrust of mine pushes you closer to it.
I wanted to fuck you hard, and that’s exactly what I’m doing now. How could I do it otherwise with a woman such as you?
One final thrust and my train of thought stops. You explode, moaning hardly through gritted teeth; I feel you summoning all of your strength to remain standing up, your legs threatening to buck under your weight as your body trembles in ecstasy.
One second after and I jump after you down into the abyss of pleasure, my cock spasming violently inside of you. In a fraction of a second, I’m coating your insides with my warm cum. You sway your ass softly as I gush my load inside of you, an almost never-ending stream of semen filling you up to the brim. When my cock stops shooting, I pull back slowly, strands of semen dripping down your pussy and descending towards your legs.
You turn to me, smiling lazily. Fuck, I can’t even think straight right now.
“Perfect,” I tell you, “that’s what you are.”
I grin, pulling you into my embrace. You let me put my arms around you and, tilting my head to the side, I press my lips against yours. We kiss softly, both our bodies still reeling from a thunderous orgasm.
I don’t know what got into me, but I just lost all control. You’re not only easy in the eyes, you know how to drive a man completely insane. I’ve been through my fair share of women, but I never met one like you.
Fuck, I can’t wait to go another round with you.
You still rolling your eyes, Cheryl?
Buyer’s Market
Description
All my life, women have tried to sell themselves to me.
No surprise. I’m rich. Handsome. Successful. Master of the Universe.
That is, until I meet Emmaline Travers.
Her body is for sale. But there’s a look in her eyes.
It tells me…Let the Buyer Beware.
I know though that I’ll pay any price for her. And once I do, I’ll defile that tight body of hers as I do ungodly things to it.
I’ll push her up against the wall. Rip the clothes off her hot little body.
Grab that luscious heart shaped @$$ and smack it as I ride her into paradise.
But is the cost too high?
Everything is for sale, but will buying her bankrupt me?
If it comes to it, that’s how far I’m willing to go then to own her everlasting love.
I’m willing to sell my eternal soul.
Emmaline
“You can’t trust an academic website to tell you what you need to know about your professor!” Delia says, swinging the hand off her hip to grab my laptop. She snatches it and sits next to me on my bed.
“What?” I raise my hands and cock my head to the side, getting sassy about her just grabbing my laptop.