“You like that? You like my big hard cock inside you?”
I wasn’t used to such language, but I liked it. God, I liked it very much.
I wept a shaky “yes.”
He continued pumping into me, and with each stroke, I spiraled higher and higher.
“Reach down and touch yourself, sweetheart. I want you to come.”
He didn’t need to tell me twice. After a few seconds of playing with myself, I was flying, the orgasm taking me with a force I had never experienced.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Come for me. Come all over my big dick.”
When my spasms finally cleared, he pulled out and turned me around. Then he lifted me in his arms and set me down upon his hard cock. This man was strong. He held me, lifted me up and down upon him, and oh my God, it felt good. Within minutes, without any clitoral simulation, I was coming again. Coming all over him.
“Oh my God, Jonah. Oh my God, so good.” I cried out, screamed, words left my lips without thought. I loved every minute of it.
“That’s it, baby. Show me how much you want me. Show me how much you like it. I want you to come. I want you to come all over me.”
He carried me to the bed and laid me down, not gently. Then he plunged inside me again, my legs over his shoulders.
Something about that angle… God, I was exploding again all over the place. The orgasms kept coming one after the other, wave after wave after wave of surging pleasure.
His cock hit the perfect place inside me, making me melt around him again and again and again.
“You’re so responsive. I’ve never had a woman stay this wet for so long. My God, you are something else. So gorgeous. So perfect.”
I bit my lip to keep from crying out again.
Then I thought to myself, why bother? I opened my mouth and screamed. It was freeing and wonderful.
He clamped his lips to mine and continued pumping into me. Our tongues swirled together. And with every new ounce of pleasure he forced from me, I only wanted more.
He pulled out, quickly broke the kiss, and flipped me over so I was on my hands and knees. He gave my ass cheek a quick slap.
I gasped. No one had ever done that to me.
Before I could decide if I liked it, he slapped me again, and then he thrust back into me.
“My God, so good. You’re so tight.” He continued to pound into me, and then he pulled out and lay down. His cock was still standing, huge and erect. “Get on top of me, Melanie. Ride me.”
It never occurred to me not to do what he asked. I scrambled on top of him and groaned as I sank onto his hardness.
He reached toward me and grabbed both of my breasts. “Gorgeous. Such beautiful breasts. They’re perfect in every way.”
They were average, but I wasn’t going to contradict him in the middle of sex.
“Your nipples are the same ruby-red color as your lips. So beautiful. So perfect.” He thumbed each hard bud.
I was riding high, right on the edge of yet another orgasm. When I writhed around him, he started thrusting upward, faster than normal.
“I’m going to come with you this time, sweetheart. I want to come all over that hot little pussy of yours.”
And then he rammed up into me so hard, I thought he might have touched my heart.
He squeezed his eyes shut. “Melanie, fuck.”
When my spasms finally stopped, I fell forward onto him, both of our chests slick. I closed my eyes, my breath coming rapidly.