Bang Gang

“What?” he whispered, his voice ragged. “What do you need?”

I pressed my palms to his cheeks. “Take me,” I said. “Take me like I’m yours, take me like you mean it.”

“Oh I fucking mean it.” His voice was raspy, that caveman edge to it I loved so fucking much.

He pulled out and flipped me onto my front, practically tore my dress off over my head. He unclipped my bra and pulled it free, then shunted me further onto the bed and stretched my arms out over my head. He grabbed my wrists and held them in position, his weight keeping me still. He pinned my legs together with his and slammed his cock in my tightened pussy in one thrust.

Oh fuck.

His full weight was behind him, his dick thumping all the way inside me. I could feel his balls against my ass, tight between us, his hips rolling for leverage, deeper and deeper.

He didn’t pull out, just stayed there, circling his hips wider and wider, his cock straining to loosen my pussy but achieving nothing, my legs were pinned shut too tightly.

The pressure built, his hips thrusting and rolling as I moaned into the bedcovers, praying I didn’t wake the girls. It ached, a glorious ache, the urge to pee becoming too much to bear.

“I need to…” I began, but he shook his head at my shoulder. “Darren… I need to…”

“Take it,” he breathed. “Fucking take it, Jodie.”

He thrust hard, and I whimpered. A good whimper.

“Shh,” he hissed. “Take it…”

I nodded, breathed into the bedcovers. “Fuck me, Darren… hard…” I could hardly hear myself, but he could. He adjusted, braced himself on his spread knees and took a breath. He took both of my wrists in one hand and used the other to gag me. His palm pressed tight to my lips, fingers gripping my cheeks and holding firm.

And then he fucked me.

He fucked me so hard the bed shook and creaked under us. He fucked me so hard I was sure the girls would hear us. His skin slapped against mine, and my pussy took all of him. He slammed and then he circled, alternating over and over until I was a squirming wreck underneath him. My pussy felt weird, achy, desperate to piss, but there was another feeling, something deep and crazy and threatening to blow.

“Let it go,” he breathed. “Let it happen, Jo…”

Let what happen?

Oh… Oh, that…

My pussy exploded with crazy sensation. My body turned tense and thrashed under him, my head flying back and pressing against his shoulder. He kept his hand tight to my mouth, wouldn’t let me escape. Just a hiss of breath and a couple of muted squeaks as I came, and that made it all the more intense.

I strained. Strained against his palm. Strained for breath, strained for the freedom to squeal out my pleasure and ride the waves, but he didn’t let go. He kept fucking me, driving me higher, ploughing that spot inside that was driving me to insanity. I thrashed all over again as the next wave ripped through me, and this time I felt wetness, a splash of heat between my clamped thighs.

“That’s it,” he hissed. “Fuck, Jo, yes…”

My breath was raspy through my nostrils, my face hot against his hand. Damp hair stuck to my forehead.

I was rigid as he circled his hips all over again, my body spasming and shaking under him.

“Fucking beautiful,” he said, “Just fucking beautiful.”

Another gush of heat between my legs and my pussy had taken on a life of its own. He slammed hard, his breath in grunts, so fucking deep that my pussy was squelching with every thrust.

And it felt so good, so horny, so fucking dirty.

Again, and I flailed. Again, and I kicked my legs out, my whole body trembling with uncontrollable sensations.

“Gonna come,” he hissed. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna come…”

Yes. Yes, Yes, Yes!

Come inside me…

I’d have said it if I could. I’d have said the crazy stupid words on my tongue without a second thought.

Come inside me, Darren… come inside me…

“Fuck, Jo, this feels too good…”

I felt him come – his mouth to my neck, his breath hot and wild. His thrusts were desperate, his skin sweaty as it pressed against mine.

Yes! Oh fuck, yes!

I felt his balls tightening against my ass, his thighs clenched and solid.

Yes!

We jerked and writhed and quivered on the bed, bodies pinned together as we rode the wave. He slammed all the way inside to shoot his load – hissing out expletives as he filled me up.

Oh God. Oh God yes!

He collapsed onto my back, his skin warm, heart thumping against my ribs. His breath was loud in my ear and mine was loud against his palm. He took his hand from my mouth and wrapped it around my waist and pulled me onto my side and into his arms.