24 Inches (Size Matters 2)

“You do deserve something special,” I reply with a nod, already knowing what I’m going to do. I’m going to break free of all chains, of all decency, and I’m going to drive him utter and completely mad. “This is all for you,” I continue, grinding against him harder than before, moving my hips so fast that my muscles are already complaining from the effort. I just ignore the cramps and keep on swaying my body, pressing my wet pussy against the bulging shape of his cock as hard as I can.

“Fuck,” he groans, throwing his head back against the headrest of the couch and closing his eyes. I start unbuttoning his shirt, popping button after button, and then flatten the palm of my hands over his hard pectorals. I bite on my lower lip as I do it, feeling the rugged outline of his muscles under my fingertips, and then I lean toward him and crush my lips against his neck.

I kiss his skin wantonly and then I part my lips and nibble at it, pulling it between my teeth. He groans once more, hooking his fingers on the side of my thong, and then tugs on it viciously. There’s a ripping sound, and then I sigh heavily as I feel the thong sliding off my body. I raise my hips for a second, allowing him to take it off of me, and then I sit back on his lap again.

“You’re something special,” he tells me, throwing my thong to the side and laying his hands on my ass again. “I’ve never met a woman that could drive me half as mad as you do, Amy,” he continues, his voice heavy with anticipation. He’s probably wondering what I have in store for him, and that’s good; I want to keep him on edge.

“Trying to buy me with praise?” I ask him, nibbling at his neck again and resuming the pendulum movement of my hips.

“I don’t need to buy you with anything,” he replies, grabbing the hem of the shirt I’m wearing and pulling it over my head. I raise my arms up in the air as he removes the shirt in a hurry, and I let a smile creep up on my lips as I notice his eyes falling on my naked breasts. You guessed it—no bra.

“No, you don’t. Your big cock has already bought me,” I tell him, taking my hand to his crotch and curling my fingers around the shape of his huge member. I feel it pulse against my fingers, and my skin prickles as I imagine him inside of me.

My heart starts racing inside my chest and, acting on pure instinct, I flick my fingers against the top button of his jeans and let it free. I then pull his zipper down, biting on my lower lip as I feel his hard cock pushing back against the fabric of his boxer briefs and brushing against my knuckles.

With a half-growl, half-moan, I roll to the side and push his pants down his legs in a hurry. He helps me by kicking them off, and then I push his shirt down his arms, a shiver going up my spine as I feel my fingertips going over the cords of muscles that move under his arms.

“Much better,” I grin, looking at his almost naked body with a hunger I didn’t even know I had in me. My eyes focus on the harsh shape under his boxer briefs, and a sudden urge to have him inside of me takes over my mind.

I’m going to take his boxers off, and then I’m going to suck on his hard cock in such a way that he’ll never forget my mouth. That’s what I want to do, but first, I need to feel his thickness stretching me wide.

I simply can’t help it.

I jump on top of his body once more, straddling him, and press my naked pussy against his crotch. I swallow hard as I feel his thickness throbbing against my pussy lips, just a thin layer of fabric between our bodies, and unbridled madness takes over me.

“I… need… this…” I groan as I move, turning my fingers into claws and hooking them on his boxer briefs. I push them down his legs with erratic wild movements, and then I sit back on his lap, reaching for his cock with one hand. I curl my fingers around it and, with my eyes locked on his I start moving my hand back and forth as fast as I can.

“Fuck… That’s… That’s good,” he groans, gritting his teeth as an expression of pure bliss takes over his face. He throws his head back again, a sudden grin dominating his lips, and he thrusts his hips up by instinct. He wants to feel more than just my fingers wrapped around his cock. And you know what? So do I.

I stop stroking him and angle his cock down, pointing its tip straight at my pussy, and then I just rub it up and down over my drenched folds. I moan as I trace the length of my pussy with his cock, and then he just grabs me by the waist and pulls me into him almost too violently. There’s no way I can resist his movements, and so his cock flies inside of me fast, straining against my inner walls as it impales me.

“OH GOD!” I scream, the fires of hell leaping from his cock and into my pussy, scorching everything in their way. “OH GOD!” I keep on screaming, already moving my hips back and forth like I was doing moments before. Except this time I’m no longer grinding against his cock; this time his whole thickness is inside of me, flooding my mind with the kind of pleasure that can’t be described.

“Good, isn’t it?” he asks me, and I somehow manage to open my eyes and look at him.

“It’s much more than just good,” I reply, moving my body over his cock as fast as I can. He guides the movement of my hips with his hands, his fingers digging deep into my ass cheeks, and I let out a moan each time I feel his cock going all the way inside my pussy.

I ride him fast and wild, and I do it so fiercely that beads of sweat are already pooling on my forehead. Locks of hair are plastered against my cheeks, and I feel exhaustion taking over my muscles. Still, I don’t give up; all this just makes me want to go even harder, to push past all limitations and explode in ecstasy.

“My turn,” he whispers, hooking his finger on my hips and taking all control. He pushes me down, impaling me on his cock, and then he starts thrusting upward. He pistons at me with a ravenous fury, his cock sliding in and out of my pussy at a breakneck pace.

Each thrust of his is like a fast acting drug, and I just know that if he keeps on fucking me like this I’m going to OD on pleasure. Seriously, has anyone ever died from having an orgasm that was just too strong? I don’t know, but I guess that eventually I’m going to find out, won’t I?

“Oh, fuck, Parker… Harder, harder, HARDER!” I scream at the top of my lungs, letting my head fall back as I exhale sharply, my scream turning into a quivering moan as a sequence of spasms and twists take over my body. I convulse as if I’m having a seizure, my pussy lips choking his shaft, and I dig my fingernails into his pectorals, hard enough to leave a mark.

“More…” I manage to say, pushing the word out from between my lips with great effort. Still with his cock inside of me, I lift my hips just an inch, and then place my feet on either side of his thighs. Squatting over his cock, I start jumping up and down, his cock going so deep inside of me that I feel it brushing against that wicked spot of delirium, my G-spot.

Beads of sweat drip down from my forehead and onto my lips, the saltiness of it just a memento of how dirty sex with Parker can get. It’s almost too good to be true. I never thought that sex could be this good, and this coming from someone who has some experience under her belt.

The first time we fucked, I thought it was so good because of two things: the fact that his cock is enormous, and the fact that he’s my stepfather. The wickedness of it just gives an edge to the whole thing, you know? But the more we’re together, and the more I get to know his mind and body, the more I start realizing that the taboo aspect of our relationship is nothing more than just a footnote. Sure, I’m his stepdaughter, but in the great scheme of things that doesn’t matter. What matters is that our bodies seem as if they were made for each other, etched in God’s blueprints since the dawn of time.

“I’m going to… I’m going…” I start to moan, the words dying in my throat as I feel the thunder and fire of pleasure hiking up my spine. Ecstasy explodes inside my skull, ricocheting against my brain and bones, and I go down from my feet onto my knees, holding still as an orgasm takes over my exhausted body.

“Ah, ah… So… fucking… GOOD!” I scream, my mind burning and turning into ashes. He holds me tight as I come, one arm wrapped around my waist while he cups my ass with one hand, squeezing my ass cheeks eagerly. He only lets go of me when pleasure finally washes over my body, receding to that ethereal place from where it originates.

“I needed this… I really did…” I pant, rolling to the side and collapsing on the couch. I close my eyes, trying to catch my breath, and have to struggle against the urge to simply drift off to sleep. Have you ever fucked so hard that the moment you’re done it seems like exhaustion has clubbed you in the back of the head? That’s exactly how I feel right now. But I’ve made Parker a promise, and I’m going to keep it: I’m going to show him exactly how far I’m willing to go for him.

I slide down from the couch, kneeling at his feet while I position my body between his legs. “What are you doing?” he asks, his voice laced with anticipation as I reach for his cock and grab it.