fast. After a seeming eternity she swam up out of the abyss of her orgasm with a great gasp, reaching for him.
He watched as the tension in her face and body flowed from her as she relaxed out of her orgasm. She reached for him, her face a mask of pleasure that made his blood rush.
She held his head as he looked into her eyes, his need for her clear on his face. When he looked at her like that she felt like the sexiest woman in the world, his intensity feeding her own and giving her mind twisting orgasms unlike any she had before. She pressed up with her legs, needing to reduce the strain. He paused, gasping as he tried to catch his breath as they detangled before she pulled him down to her. He was beginning to glow with sweat and, once again, the thought of him working so hard excited her.
“I want you to come so fucking hard,” she whispered into his ear as she wrapped her legs around him. She held him close, his strong arms going around her and holding her tight as he began to thrust again. The feel of his sweaty body moving against hers added a new dimension to her pleasure, and she whimpered softly.
Having her hold him to her as they fucked, hearing her soft pants and whimpers enflamed him. He plunged into her, pushing himself to orgasm even while holding against the approaching storm. “I’m going to come,” he grunted out, never slowing his pounding hips.
“Come,” she cooed, the idea that he was nearing his climax exciting her.
“I’m going to come,” he repeated, his voice deep and ragged as he strained to hold his rapture.
“Come hard, I want you to come hard…” She had barely breathed out the last word when he grunted, hard and deep, before plunging into her as he reared up, his face twisted in erotic agony.
“Fuck…” he gasped out as if in pain, jerking his head down and burying his chin into his chest before thrusting into her again, a single hard plunge as he ground himself in deep.
She smiled, delighted she could give him such pleasure, but then her smile turned mean. “You better fucking make me come again,” she snarled, flogging him, daring him to do more and knowing he would rise to the challenge.
“You want to come again, you fucking bitch? I’ll fucking make you come again,” he growled back, pulling out and wiping the sweat from his face. He knew she was goading him, having learned that challenging him in some way excited him in ways that he couldn’t understand or explain, and that, in turn, seemed to excite her. He flipped her to her stomach then pulled her up onto her hands and knees. He thought about driving into her and fucking the shit out of her, but then changed his mind. It had been several months since he had last taken her ass, and since he had already come once, he decided it was time to do so again this morning.
Bridget gasped as she felt his cock press against her ass, holding still as he gently teased her open. She lowered her head with a soft moan as he pulled out and then slowly pushed in again, the unexpected position thrilling her. She didn’t have anal sex often, only a few times a year, and she was thankful Stiles was gentle when he needed to be, allowing her to enjoy his cock in her ass without him hurting her.
He wiped his face again, smearing his sweat on her back, smiling as she rocked back into him, impatient to have him all the way in. He began to move, slowly at first, giving her time to adjust as he reached around and under to tickle her clit.
“Oh…” she gasped as he touched her, the feel of his cock in her ass and the stroke of his finger on her button making her squirm. “That’s it,” she whispered as she began to rock.
He let her set the pace for a moment, but as her rocking became harder, he leaned over her back and began adding his own thrusting. She went still and dropped to her elbows. He had come twice last night, and once this morning, so now this was all about
He watched as the tension in her face and body flowed from her as she relaxed out of her orgasm. She reached for him, her face a mask of pleasure that made his blood rush.
She held his head as he looked into her eyes, his need for her clear on his face. When he looked at her like that she felt like the sexiest woman in the world, his intensity feeding her own and giving her mind twisting orgasms unlike any she had before. She pressed up with her legs, needing to reduce the strain. He paused, gasping as he tried to catch his breath as they detangled before she pulled him down to her. He was beginning to glow with sweat and, once again, the thought of him working so hard excited her.
“I want you to come so fucking hard,” she whispered into his ear as she wrapped her legs around him. She held him close, his strong arms going around her and holding her tight as he began to thrust again. The feel of his sweaty body moving against hers added a new dimension to her pleasure, and she whimpered softly.
Having her hold him to her as they fucked, hearing her soft pants and whimpers enflamed him. He plunged into her, pushing himself to orgasm even while holding against the approaching storm. “I’m going to come,” he grunted out, never slowing his pounding hips.
“Come,” she cooed, the idea that he was nearing his climax exciting her.
“I’m going to come,” he repeated, his voice deep and ragged as he strained to hold his rapture.
“Come hard, I want you to come hard…” She had barely breathed out the last word when he grunted, hard and deep, before plunging into her as he reared up, his face twisted in erotic agony.
“Fuck…” he gasped out as if in pain, jerking his head down and burying his chin into his chest before thrusting into her again, a single hard plunge as he ground himself in deep.
She smiled, delighted she could give him such pleasure, but then her smile turned mean. “You better fucking make me come again,” she snarled, flogging him, daring him to do more and knowing he would rise to the challenge.
“You want to come again, you fucking bitch? I’ll fucking make you come again,” he growled back, pulling out and wiping the sweat from his face. He knew she was goading him, having learned that challenging him in some way excited him in ways that he couldn’t understand or explain, and that, in turn, seemed to excite her. He flipped her to her stomach then pulled her up onto her hands and knees. He thought about driving into her and fucking the shit out of her, but then changed his mind. It had been several months since he had last taken her ass, and since he had already come once, he decided it was time to do so again this morning.
Bridget gasped as she felt his cock press against her ass, holding still as he gently teased her open. She lowered her head with a soft moan as he pulled out and then slowly pushed in again, the unexpected position thrilling her. She didn’t have anal sex often, only a few times a year, and she was thankful Stiles was gentle when he needed to be, allowing her to enjoy his cock in her ass without him hurting her.
He wiped his face again, smearing his sweat on her back, smiling as she rocked back into him, impatient to have him all the way in. He began to move, slowly at first, giving her time to adjust as he reached around and under to tickle her clit.
“Oh…” she gasped as he touched her, the feel of his cock in her ass and the stroke of his finger on her button making her squirm. “That’s it,” she whispered as she began to rock.
He let her set the pace for a moment, but as her rocking became harder, he leaned over her back and began adding his own thrusting. She went still and dropped to her elbows. He had come twice last night, and once this morning, so now this was all about
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