There’s some pain in my leg, but it’s not that bad. He grabs my hair and leans over me. “Tell me if you can’t take it.”
“I can take it.”
He presses his cock against my pussy then sinks himself deep inside me from behind.
I moan as he fills me up. The pain and stiffness in my leg disappears as he starts to fuck me. He’s so big, so massive, and letting him fill me to the brim is incredible. I can barely understand how he even fits.
But he fits, over and over again. He strokes into me, fucking me, teasing my breasts.
“I love your taste, the way you feel,” he whispers. “God, your tight little body. You know you drive me wild. You’re so fucking sexy.”
“Brent,” I moan. “Oh, god, Brent. Should we be doing this here? Should we be doing this?”
He growls and pulls my hair. “We can do what I want when I want it, my little Amber. You’ll get used to that soon.”
“Yes,” I moan, already giving myself up to him completely. I push back against him, starting to use my sore muscles to flex against his hard strokes. I ride his cock, moving back against him, and he grabs my hips. We fuck in rhythm together, bodies grinding, so wet and gorgeous, so perfect and slick. It feels perfect, his cock buried in between my legs.
He pulls my hair and fucks me. The slap of him against my ass makes me wild and the pleasure of the glow between my legs drives me forward. He gets me closer and closer with each incredible stroke. I don’t know how he does it, but god, it’s so good. He fucks me how he wants it, fucks me and dominates me, gives me what I need without having to be shown or explained. He knows me, knows my body, reads me like I’m a medical textbook.
He slows, teases my clit, purrs in my ear. “Can you take more?” he asks. “Can you handle more?”
“I can handle whatever you give me,” I say.
He laughs and fucks me. He slaps my ass hard, spanks me hard, making me moan with pain and pleasure. He grabs my hair and pushes me down into the couch. He thrusts into me, railing into my tight pussy, taking me, controlling me, holding me.
I moan his name. I say it like a song. I whisper it, pant it, groan it. I need it, need him, every inch of him stroking in and out of my wet pussy, driving me wild, driving me closer.
He pulls back and turns me around. I lie on my back, the tension and pain in my leg disappearing. I let out a little groan of relief. He smirks and licks my pussy, top to bottom, licking and sucking my clit before spreading my legs wide and sinking himself inside.
He kisses me again as he fucks me. I take him nice and deep and moan. He licks my nipples, my neck. He teases my breasts and fucks me faster, gaining momentum. I take him nice and deep and moan his name, groan it. He doesn’t stop, fucking me faster, taking me, grinding into me, making my body tense with pleasure and need and intense desire.
I feel so close. I moan his name, whisper it to him. I moan and grind my hips against his. I let him thrust and take me, fucking me wild, fucking me raw. I bite his lip and he bites a nipple, pulls my hair. I dig my nails into his back as he takes me faster, faster, rougher, harder.
“Oh, god, yes,” I pant. “Oh, god.”
“Come for me, Amber,” he growls. “Come on my big cock. Go ahead. I need it, you dirty girl.”
“Oh, fuck,” I moan and I feel it take me over. Every inch of me goes stiff as I come, my body tense, pleasure rushing through me. I can barely control myself as I feel blood rushing all over me, all up to my skull, making me dizzy with it. I come hard, an explosive orgasm ripping through me like waves and waves of pleasure and pleasure.
He doesn’t stop. He fucks me faster, growling, an animal in heat. I take him over and over until I feel him spurt inside of me. He fills me up, comes hard, his body tense and beautiful, both of us sweating. He finishes and I end up wrapped in his arms on the couch, a stupid smile on my face.
I feel like I’m floating, like I’m lighter than light.
“Why do you think your cousin hates me?” I ask.
He laughs. “I don’t want to talk about my cousin right after fucking you.”
“I know.” I shift and turn around to face him. He kisses me and palms my breasts. I like that he still wants to look at my body, even seconds after coming inside of me. His eyes drink me in and I can tell he likes what he sees. I feel him stirring against my thigh already. “Easy boy.”