Tempted by the Sinner

I could feel it building between my legs. He kept going, faster, faster, his cock taking my slick pussy, and we moved together in that perfect rhythm, not too fast but not too slow, his long, deep thrusts making moans slip from my lips, my eyes began to roll back, my muscles began to tighten, and I knew I was close. I couldn’t help myself. I couldn’t hold it back.

There was no stopping him, not when he had me.

He growled, animalistic, guttural, as he thrust at just the right pace, grinding hard against me. I dug my fingers deep into the muscles of his back and bit down on my own tongue. My eyes rolled back, my head drooped, and I felt the orgasm flit up along my spine and rock through my brain.

I moaned his name as I came. I moaned it over and over, like I couldn’t stop, like the word was the only thing that kept me coming. He thrust into me all through it, and I felt my body flush, turn into nothing but pleasure and heat. His muscles bulged as he supported my weight and made me orgasm all along his thick, beautiful cock.

And slowly I came down, a stupid smile on my face, my eyes fluttering again as the world came into focus.

I saw him, the smirk on his lips, the sweat on his brow.

I kissed him, pressed my breasts against his chest, and held him.

He held me there. We didn’t speak as I breathed hard, brain tingling, body numb.

“Good girl,” he whispered. “Very good girl.”

I grinned and buried my face in his shoulder. “Oh my god,” I said.

“I’m not done with you yet,” he purred in my ear and pulled me down off the table. My legs felt wobbly and he held me up with a laugh.

“Sorry,” I said. “I’m just a little… oh, fuck.”

He turned me around, bent me over. He spanked my ass hard and grabbed my hair. “You’re just a little what?” he said.

“Nothing,” I moaned as he slid his cock inside me again.

I let him have me. There’s no other way to say it. I let him have his way, fuck me from behind, thrust his massive cock deep inside my pussy. Pleasure bloomed through me again as he grunted and growled and fucked me rough. He was merciless, taking his pleasure on my body. He spanked me, bit me, teased my breasts. He pulled my hair and slammed his massive cock between my legs.

And all the while, I was his.

I was his to use how he wanted. I was his to give him pleasure. My body, my moans, my lips, my tongue, my dripping wet pussy, my hard nipples. Every inch of my skin, it was all for him to use as he wanted. I was willing, god, I was so willing.

And he took every inch, took what he needed, what he wanted.

He fucked me mercilessly until his hands stiffened on my hips. I felt him thrust deep, groaning, as he came between my legs. Pleasure bloomed all through me, hot and flushed, a small orgasm, nothing like the one earlier, but still good, still pleasure. I sighed with satisfaction as he filled me then slipped out and leaned up against the pool table, breathing hard.

I leaned up against him and let him wrap his arms around me, holding me tight against his chest.

“Shit,” he said.

“You think so?”

He laughed, thoughtless and concise. “I don’t know where you learned to fuck like that, but goddamn, girl.”

I felt myself blush. “I didn’t learn to fuck anywhere,” I said. “And don’t be crude.”

He chuckled again and kissed my forehead. “All right,” he said. “I’ll do my best.”

I chewed on my lip as I tried not to smile. I didn’t want him to see how he made me feel, didn’t want him to know.

But I’m pretty sure he felt it already.

“Come on,” I said after a little while. “We should get dressed and go. You have work to do.”

“True,” he said. “Although I like you just like this.”

I felt the smile break free finally as I pulled myself away and collected my clothes. “If you like it so much, you can have fun undressing me again later.”

“You think there’ll be a later?” he asked, eyebrows raised.

I hesitated. “I don’t know,” I said.

He walked over, grabbed my ass, and pulled me against him.

“Of course there will be,” he said. “I’m half hard already just thinking about it.”

I pushed him away, grinning like a moron, and turned my back to him to get dressed. I felt him staring at me and looked over my shoulder.

He wasn’t kidding. He really was half hard.

“Get yourself under control,” I said.

“Yeah, yeah.” He took a deep breath and leaned his head back. “Just haven’t felt like that in a while.”