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Authors: Kati Wilde
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“Deeper.”
He groans, his body rigid above me. “I bottomed out, Jenny. There’s no deeper. I’ve got more cock but you don’t have more cunt.”
“I do.” My back arches and my legs hug him closer, trying to pull him farther in. “When you’re fucking me hard, you’re deeper. You’re in me all the way.”
“Yeah, I am. Buried balls deep.” Gripping my hip, he pushes against me and yes, yes. Oh, fuck. I cry out against his mouth and he curses, shaking his head and easing back.
“I’m not deeper,” he says hoarsely. “I’m just punching my cock up into you. Jesus. Have I been hurting you every time we fuck?”
“No.” Tightening my legs, I try to haul him closer again. “Please.”
“Jenny.” He groans my name but pushes deeper—slowly, watching my face. His heavy length fills me, right to the edge of pain, but it’s good. So good. I’m panting as the crown of his cock hits the end of my need-swollen channel. It’s pure pleasure, but then the pressure increases and suddenly it’s all more, ecstasy radiating through every nerve, and all I feel is Saxon and his big cock stuffed inside me and my pussy clenching around every thick inch.
“You’re squeezing me like a fist.” He grits out the words. Braced beside my shoulders, his arms are like steel. “So you want it like this?”
Clinging to him, I all but sob the answer. “Yes.”
“It doesn’t hurt?”
My head thrashes in a wild No . It aches deep inside, but it’s not a hurt. It’s all just more intense, pleasure on a razor’s edge.
His hand cradles my face as he licks his way past my lips and into a devastatingly thorough kiss. His thick shaft withdraws but only a few inches before he’s sliding deep, each thrust slow and deliberate. The intensity never lets up, each sensation building on the last, a spring winding tighter and tighter around his big thrusting cock. I need more and harder because it’s too much, I need him to jolt me over, I need to come. He doesn’t let me. His face is hard and mean, that look that says he’s in control, that he’s not going to give in. My pleading cries fill the room. I can’t move. He locks my wrists over my head and his weight pins me to the mattress as his cock fills my pussy again and again, so slow, so deep.
I can’t bear it. My whole body is burning and writhing and pulled too tight, and the pleasure never stops, but usually I’m being pushed along, riding a wave of sensation. Now I’m just drowning in it, and every kiss, every thrust drags me deeper. I’m at the black bottom when the pressure finally breaks and my orgasm wracks every nerve, every muscle. Release, but I can’t even breathe. He’s still so deep and I can’t stop coming, can’t stop breaking again every time he pushes into me.
Then he groans, that low and deep sound that means he’s going to come. He lets go of my wrists and his hips thrust in hard jerks, his cock pounding into me. Freed, my fingers slide over his sweat-slicked shoulders, loving the feel of his skin, his strength.
Abruptly his lips capture mine. His kiss is hot and deep and wet, and he’s groaning into my mouth when his big body begins shuddering over me, his thick shaft pulsing against my inner walls.
I can’t stop kissing him. Not when he slowly withdraws, tossing the condom over the side of the bed. Not when he rolls onto his back, carrying me with him. Not when the alarm clock on my phone trills, telling me that it’s time to get up.
But the insistent ring eventually forces me to let him go, rolling over to swipe at the screen. With a sigh, I return to his side. He holds me close, his big arm around me, my head pillowed on his shoulder. Idly, my fingers trail through the dark hair on his broad chest, then swoop in to circle his flat nipple.
“Slow wasn’t half bad,” I finally say.
His body shakes with his laugh. Grinning, I look up and that wild emotion crashes over me again. My eyes burn and suddenly his laugh stops; then
He groans, his body rigid above me. “I bottomed out, Jenny. There’s no deeper. I’ve got more cock but you don’t have more cunt.”
“I do.” My back arches and my legs hug him closer, trying to pull him farther in. “When you’re fucking me hard, you’re deeper. You’re in me all the way.”
“Yeah, I am. Buried balls deep.” Gripping my hip, he pushes against me and yes, yes. Oh, fuck. I cry out against his mouth and he curses, shaking his head and easing back.
“I’m not deeper,” he says hoarsely. “I’m just punching my cock up into you. Jesus. Have I been hurting you every time we fuck?”
“No.” Tightening my legs, I try to haul him closer again. “Please.”
“Jenny.” He groans my name but pushes deeper—slowly, watching my face. His heavy length fills me, right to the edge of pain, but it’s good. So good. I’m panting as the crown of his cock hits the end of my need-swollen channel. It’s pure pleasure, but then the pressure increases and suddenly it’s all more, ecstasy radiating through every nerve, and all I feel is Saxon and his big cock stuffed inside me and my pussy clenching around every thick inch.
“You’re squeezing me like a fist.” He grits out the words. Braced beside my shoulders, his arms are like steel. “So you want it like this?”
Clinging to him, I all but sob the answer. “Yes.”
“It doesn’t hurt?”
My head thrashes in a wild No . It aches deep inside, but it’s not a hurt. It’s all just more intense, pleasure on a razor’s edge.
His hand cradles my face as he licks his way past my lips and into a devastatingly thorough kiss. His thick shaft withdraws but only a few inches before he’s sliding deep, each thrust slow and deliberate. The intensity never lets up, each sensation building on the last, a spring winding tighter and tighter around his big thrusting cock. I need more and harder because it’s too much, I need him to jolt me over, I need to come. He doesn’t let me. His face is hard and mean, that look that says he’s in control, that he’s not going to give in. My pleading cries fill the room. I can’t move. He locks my wrists over my head and his weight pins me to the mattress as his cock fills my pussy again and again, so slow, so deep.
I can’t bear it. My whole body is burning and writhing and pulled too tight, and the pleasure never stops, but usually I’m being pushed along, riding a wave of sensation. Now I’m just drowning in it, and every kiss, every thrust drags me deeper. I’m at the black bottom when the pressure finally breaks and my orgasm wracks every nerve, every muscle. Release, but I can’t even breathe. He’s still so deep and I can’t stop coming, can’t stop breaking again every time he pushes into me.
Then he groans, that low and deep sound that means he’s going to come. He lets go of my wrists and his hips thrust in hard jerks, his cock pounding into me. Freed, my fingers slide over his sweat-slicked shoulders, loving the feel of his skin, his strength.
Abruptly his lips capture mine. His kiss is hot and deep and wet, and he’s groaning into my mouth when his big body begins shuddering over me, his thick shaft pulsing against my inner walls.
I can’t stop kissing him. Not when he slowly withdraws, tossing the condom over the side of the bed. Not when he rolls onto his back, carrying me with him. Not when the alarm clock on my phone trills, telling me that it’s time to get up.
But the insistent ring eventually forces me to let him go, rolling over to swipe at the screen. With a sigh, I return to his side. He holds me close, his big arm around me, my head pillowed on his shoulder. Idly, my fingers trail through the dark hair on his broad chest, then swoop in to circle his flat nipple.
“Slow wasn’t half bad,” I finally say.
His body shakes with his laugh. Grinning, I look up and that wild emotion crashes over me again. My eyes burn and suddenly his laugh stops; then
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