Coaxing the Roughneck

My body is growing slick with sweat, mostly from the way he’s talking to me, but yes, yes, because I’m sliding the pad of my finger up and down and over my clit. I’ve done this before, but I never found release because I didn’t have Butch as stimulus. Now I do. Now there’s nothing to keep the castle gate from opening and an army of sensation from thundering out.

I fondle myself faster, my fingers beginning to make wet sounds in the folds of my flesh. “Ohhhh,” I moan. “Butch.”

His eyes blaze down at my femininity, jaw tight. “Little girl.”

“I want to be joined with you,” I whimper, openly ogling his erection.

“God, I want that, too,” he heaves, slamming another fist down on the table. “I need to be the only man who is ever inside you. How do I do that? How? Fuck!”

“I’m so wet,” I whisper, leaning back and dropping my thighs open fully. “You can do it. Please!”

A tortured sound leaves him and then he smacks his erection down onto my mound. He smacks it over and over again, muscles shifting like tectonic plates in his chest. And there is no denying his member has grown huge. Colossal. It’s swollen and heavy looking. Turgid and curved upward. A masterpiece. It would take a lot of friction and force to please him. I want that. I need it.

And borne of that hunger comes an idea.

“Butch,” I say, offering my kiss to make him come closer. He takes it hungrily, his hand rifling up and down between us, his heavy balls butting up against my inner thighs, again and again. “Put it beneath me. Let me sit on it.”

His breath suspends, then releases in a long rumble. I’m lifted up off the table several inches and when I settle back down, his rigid inches are parting me…everywhere. It’s so long that it divides my bottom in half, as well as my sex and the effect is so utterly amazing, tears begin coursing down my cheeks.

We both moan, staring right into one another’s eyes.

And I hold on to Butch’s shoulders and scoot up and back on his shaft, the hard friction catching me everywhere at once. On my clit, all through my sensitive folds and it even feels good rubbing on my back entrance. It’s everywhere. Everywhere. My thighs shake after five seconds of riding it, nerve endings screeching with delight.

“Oh Jesus, that’s so fucking good,” he rasps, watching my hips undulate, stroking his erection where it’s pinned between my body and the table. His hand rises and slaps down on my flexing butt cheek. Spanking me repeatedly until I’m so eager for the next smack that I start to beg. “Faster, little girl. Make Daddy’s life. Horny baby, rubbing that asshole all over my dick. Sweet Christ.”

My legs are shaking so violently, teeth chattering with such force, that my pace is growing more disjointed, but no less frantic. Hungry. “Am I pleasing you?” I sob, leaning up to kiss his chin, his neck. “Am I going to make you come?”

“Ah, baby, you’re the only reason I’ll come for the rest of my life.” He buries his face in my neck and starts to yank me up and back, fast, pressing me down tighter to increase the friction tenfold until I’m screaming, jerking my hips forward and back, whining and scratching him, prepared to die for one more grind of his sex in the valley of my sex and backside. “You’re mine, Cindy. You’re fucking mine. I’ll leave the darkness for you, baby. I’ll do anything.”

I must be really lost for this man, because his vow is what shoots me into a climax. My nails dig into his shoulders and I shudder like a leaf in the wind, my thighs spasming in time with my womanhood. Those tiny muscles squeeze and squeeze, a floor of moisture leaving me and giving Butch an even wetter ride. And he takes it like an animal. Pressing me down onto his pumping cock, throwing his head back and roaring through his orgasm.

“Gave me a full body job, didn’t you, perfect girl? Perfect.” His teeth raze my neck, his hips jumping with every wave of moisture that leaves him. “Rode me like a fucking bike. Making Daddy come so hard. Baby. Smooth-ass girl. Fucking hell.”

By the time he slumps against me, I’m sitting in a puddle of his desire and there is nowhere else I want to be. Why would I want to be anywhere but here when this giant man is holding me like I’m his only sanctuary…and I’m holding him the exact same way? By some miracle, we’ve found each other in this secluded place in the middle of the ocean. And we’re never letting each other go—I can feel it.

I’ll leave the darkness for you, baby. I’ll do anything.