He tugged back his hips against the tight grip of my cunny, my folds clinging to him as his powerful hips retracted. Though the first pleasing thrust after we were both moaning again, then again with the next. And again.
It was beautiful, our bodies working together more masterfully than any of the random hookups I’d had. He was magnificent, and all those years of waiting, planning, had paid off — not just for him — as he took me his way.
I was at his mercy, and his throbbing cock slammed into me harder with each thrust. His heavy, cum-filled balls slapping against my ass as he pounded and pounded, the two of us rutting carelessly like the teenagers we once were together.
He grabbed my legs, my high heels still on, and held them over his shoulders, making it so that I couldn’t squirm away from his powerful thrusts. He was fucking me so deep that it almost hurt, and I was pinned against him, my knees bent over his shoulders as he stared down on me.
He had me right where he wanted me, in every way, not just physically. And he knew it. The look on his self-satisfied face, the utter bliss as he fucked me for the first time, really fucked me. And my very first raw fucking.
I’d never barebacked with anyone before, and it was like being a virgin again. The sensations… there was no comparison! It was like all those years were wasted doing pretend sex when I had his big, throbbing dick plunging into me again and again.
“Ohh fuck, you’re pussy’s so damn tight,” he grunted out. “Dammit, you stayed so perfect all these years… more perfect than ever.”
My hair was getting messed up against the pillow, my sexy dress was hauled up to my waist, and I felt trashy in all the right ways.
“You’re so big,” I gasped, half in protest, half in appreciation. It was a good thing I was soaking wet, because it would’ve been too much otherwise. But he felt so fucking amazing, so... right.
He brought one of his hands to my chest, tore my dress open as he yanked it away from my breasts. I’d have been pissed about that just a couple hours before, since I knew I couldn’t afford another now, but instead I knew he’d take care of it. Take care of me.
He sank his fingers into my thick mound of breast flesh, squeezed and kneaded it as he pounded into me. I could feel his dick twitch and pulse inside me, knew what was on its way.
“Fuck Trisha, I’m gonna cum,” he growled out, and I knew that each of those throbs of his steel-hard shaft was another spurt of precum into my fertile depths.
I should’ve stopped him, I really, really should’ve, but oh...
There was no chance of that. My back was arched, my stiff nipples being tugged between his fingers, pinched as he looked down at me. He was going to cum, but it wasn’t going to be him weakening, not at all. He was going to claim me like an animal, and he was going to make me beg for it.
His fingers tugged my nipple, the pain jolting through me before going to my clit and almost vibrating with electricity.
“Tell me you want it, Trisha,” he growled, and even though his motions didn’t stop, he held back. Going a bit slower, a bit gentler, and I wanted nothing more for him to fucking pound me. To grab me and take me, manhandle me.
Claim me.
But I didn’t want to be so easy! I was still fucking pissed, deep down, and so I kept my mouth shut.
But then he grabbed at my other breast, that nipple pinched between his thumb and forefinger too, and it was just enough pressure to make me quiver. I was near the brink again. I just needed him to thrust in, to let me grind against him, and then it’d all be over.
I bit down on my lower lip as I tried to bring my pussy further down his cock, to take what I wanted without giving him what he was after, but it was no use. He had me pinned.
“Fuck!” I cried out in frustration as I tried once more to flee, and he pinched my nipples harder. The words came out, uncontrollable. “Just fucking cum!”
He had that victory too.
And he seized it.
Ash’s big, throbbing dick buried itself into me, that bulging tip thrust right to my deepest regions as he let loose a loud, bellowing moan. He gave all he had to hold on that long, and then the flood came.
He let loose such copious spurts of his virile seed. Jet after jet of that cum filling me up as I ground against him, used his body for my own satisfaction until I was wailing along with him and writhing beneath him. Our two bodies coated in a thin sheen of perspiration as we felt our mind-blowing orgasms together. The two of us undulating, grinding, rocking, as he filled me up with that rich cream of his.
And I wanted every last drop. Before the night was over, I was begging in earnest like the slut I was.
* * *
I was hooked.
Fucking with a condom on was unthinkable to me after that. Lord knows I tried though! But I kept crawlin’ back to Ash, for more of his raw, hard cock.
Not that I had to crawl. He was true to his word, in every manner. He took me with him around the world, wherever he went. In all the poshest, most expensive hotels, keeping me full of his cock every night after a day of me enjoying the spoils of his fortune while he went to meetings.