The Skull King (Skull 1)

Now I wasn’t embarrassed anymore.

After he took a moment to appreciate my tightness, he fucked me.

And he fucked me hard.

It only took me thirty seconds to come. I was already so hard up for this man, and once I felt that big dick slam into me, I crumpled into millions of pieces. I gripped his biceps as he kept ramming into me, pounding my pussy like he would make sure it was sore the next morning.

“Balto…yes!” My head rolled back, and I screamed so loud. My toes cramped because they curled so hard. My hips bucked against him even though I had no control over my bodily functions anymore. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the most exquisite bout of pleasure I’d ever felt in my life. It was better than any other climax I’d ever had, whether it was by myself or with another lover. It was happiness, pure fucking happiness. It seemed to last forever, to transform into different sensations from start to finish. When I was enjoying the last tendrils of pleasure, I looked into his face and saw those sexy bedroom eyes.

His face was slightly red, and his jaw was clenched so tight, he looked pissed and aroused at the same time. “You aren’t done yet, baby. Not even close.”

5

Balto

I held on to her hips as I thrust into her from behind, her asshole perfectly in my line of sight. She had the sexiest curves in all the right places. Just when I thought I hadn’t seen a better pair of tits, now I thought I’d never seen a finer piece of ass.

From every angle, she was beautiful.

She rolled her hips and backed her ass into me, fucking me just as hard as I fucked her. We were two animals screwing in the wild, getting off on each other’s sweat, grunts, and screams. It didn’t matter how long I fucked her, she still stayed soaked, like she could take my dick endlessly.

This was some nice pussy.

I rammed her so fast and hard that waves of sweat coated my body. She worked her ass off, so she was sweaty too. When she returned home, she would reek of sex. It would stink up the whole house, even stink up her shower.

Fuck, it felt so good.

I hadn’t had sex this good with a condom on.

I hadn’t had sex this good, even when I paid for it.

She was going to come again. I could feel it. Subtly, the tightness around my dick increased. She became smaller and smaller, wetter and wetter, and then she exploded with a buck, her hand smacking against my wooden headboard. “God…Balto.” It was the third time she’d come, and she put on the same spectacular performance each time. “Yes…yes.” Her hips started to slow down as she basked in her high.

I couldn’t keep going anymore. I had to come. No, I needed to come. I gave my final pumps and stared at her sexy little asshole as I filled the tip of my condom, my balls on fire and my shaft numb because it felt so good. My fingertips dug into her skin as I moaned, dumping so much come into that condom. “Fuck…” I’d been hard up all week thinking about this woman I met at the bar, and reality lived up to fantasy. She was just as sexy as I remembered, and she fucked me like it was the greatest experience of her life, like I was the sexiest man she’d ever been with. I’d been with lots of eager women—but none like her. “In my professional opinion, you need to get fucked more often.” I slowly pulled out of her and admired how much I’d pumped into the condom.

“If I could fuck like that every day, I would never leave the house.” She lay down on my bed and breathed hard as she caught her breath.

I disposed of the condom in the bathroom and came back. She was already getting dressed.

She didn’t make herself comfortable on the sheets and relax as she waited for the sweat to evaporate from her skin. Her muscles must have been sore from all the fucking, but she didn’t need a break to recharge. She pulled the dress over her head then fixed her messy hair with her fingertips.

“Leaving so soon?”

“I’ve been out too long as it is.” She grabbed her panties from the floor but didn’t slide them up her legs, probably because they were so wet, they would be uncomfortable. She grabbed her clutch and prepared to drop them inside.

“Leave them.”

They dangled from her fingers as she looked at me.

“You heard me.” I pulled on my boxers and jeans, disappointed she was ready to bolt for the door so soon. I’d expected to have her until morning, but I guess if she didn’t come back all night, that would definitely be suspicious.