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She stood up slowly. She kept his cock in her mouth as long as she could, releasing it with no fanfare and immediately rubbing her body on his. His cock trapped between them as she rose. She forcefully grabbed the back of his head and kissed him again, her hands travelling down to the cock she had just sucked. She backed away then, only a few inches, and took off her shirt. Her braless breasts now exposed, she could see him staring intently as his hands rose to touch them. She allowed him a touch. That touch turned into a lick, then a kiss. Her nipples at attention she slowly pushed him away to unbutton her pants.
He pulled her pants down slowly, kissing his way to her scantily clad pussy. He rubbed her though her panties. Then he pulled on the waistband signalling it was time.
She stepped out of her pants and panties and stood before him naked. She removed his shirt and caressed his chest. Her tongue on his nipple, her hand found his cock once again.
He lowered her back onto the bed, but this time it was his cock that she felt against her while they kissed. She wanted him to lick her. She wanted to feel that pleasure. But there was something she needed more. She broke of the kiss and for the second time this evening she looked him in the eyes and said "fuck me".
She spread her legs wide for him. She was very ready. He reared up slightly and grasped his cock. It was huge, veiny, ready. He began to lower himself to her. The first touch. the knowledge that she was about to get fucked. Not made love to, not entertained, but FUCKED, was lightning through her body. He rubbed his thick cock up and down between her lips. This was no longer her vagina or her pussy, this was her CUNT. "fuck me" she said again. He thought this time he could sense a little bit of urgency, almost a plea. "fuck me. Fuck me! FUCK ME!" In one motion he buried himself to the hilt. Her head involuntarily fell back and she groaned.
ch 2.....
That first touch, the parting of her moist lips, the penetration: she felt the flared head enter her, she felt every vein, she felt his muscles tense, her entire world revolved around her wet cunt. Almost all the way out, she felt empty. Only for a moment until he rammed his thick cock back inside her. His balls, even now ready to explode, pounded mercilessly against her.
He grabbed her throat. For a fleeting moment she was unsure of his intentions, but the pressure he exerted was just enough to heighten her already nearly out of control state of animal aggression. She opened her eyes to see him staring intently at her while he used her body. She didn’t care, it was his cock that she was using too.
She saw him wince. Imperceptibly. Trying to maintain that "in control" façade. She knew now that she had him. That momentary glimpse into the crack in his armour let her know that even though he was on top of her with his hand around her neck, she was in control.
He let go of her neck, only for a moment, as he roughly grabbed her hips and pulled her to the edge of the bed. Without consideration he grabbed both her legs and pushed them up towards her breasts. Now she was exposed. For the world to see. But there was only him. He who would ride her forever, he who would make her scream, then cry, then beg to scream again.
She was pushing back now. Grabbing onto the sheets, grabbing him, grasping hold of anything around her to force that wonderful cock deeper inside her. Deeper and harder until she might break. She didn’t care. She just wanted to be filled with cock.
She felt her orgasm approach. It came from deep within her. He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back to its rightful place. This only caused him to penetrate her farther. She could no longer deny her pleasure. Her abdomen clenched, her hands pulled on the blankets, her biceps flexed – her cunt tightened around his meaty cock, she involuntarily bent at the waist trying to squirm. He held her down effortlessly.
The thunder started from her groin and built up momentum as it travelled the length of her body. Her mind saw colors, saw flashes of light, she felt restrained, violated, animalistic. She dragged her claws down his back. She marked her territory. Right now, here, this moment, he was there simply to please her. To make her come.
And she came.
Like the waves in the ocean hitting the beach, her orgasm rolled over her from head to toe. His momentum never slowed. Like a machine he pounded in and out of her. His throbbing cock dividing her.
Then, as her orgasm settled and she opened her eyes, she realized that he too was not far away. He stopped then, and pulled away from her. She was not disappointed because she knew he was not finished with her just yet.
He looked directly in her eyes. That stare normally pissed her off, but not today. Not right now. That impossible to read steely eyed stare would not put her off tonight. She knew she had his number. She new that she possessed what he wanted. And at this moment, what he needed. She stared back as he grabbed her hips and pulled her over, face down on the bed. She was a ragdoll to him and she no more could resist his movements then she could resist the sun coming up in the morning. She knew what he wanted. His weakness. She arched on the bed. Lay her head upon her forearms and presented the gift to him.
He entered her, like before, in one swift motion. Giving her everything he had.
He grabbed her hips like handles on a self stimulation device, for to him, that’s all she was now. A living breathing device for his pleasure. He pounded in and out of her. Any trace of weakness gone now.
She knew she would come again.
He slowed for a moment, to catch his breath, he knew if he kept this pace up that it would be over, and he didn’t want that. Not yet.
As he regained a more regular rhythm he began to explore her body. First, a light caress of the her exquisitely decorated back.... leading up to her hair. Hair that needed to be pulled. BEGGED to be pulled.... With her back arched and her head pulled back he maintained his rhythmic intrusion.
She was closer.
He let go of her hair and explored her sides. That perfect hourglass shape that she had spent so many hours working on was now his, for his pleasure only. He ran his hands down her sides, over her hips, to her ass.
His hands cupped her ass. She could feel that he was guiding his meat into her, feeling his shaft penetrate her.
To him, this was the perfect view. The view of a sunset over the ocean. A wind-swept sand dune in a storm. This was Nirvana. His cock looked massive reciprocating in and out of her body. He felt her insides. He felt her muscle contractions. He knew he would come soon.
His hands slipped around the fine curve of her ass to a forbidden place. Not many had been there, but he knew that at this moment she was his. Her wetness combined with his lubrication made his task easy.
He slipped a finger in her ass.
She had not been prepared to go this far with him tonight. He knew that and that’s why he did it. He wanted to claim his territory. His moment in time, when her body was his.
Her body betrayed her when she groaned with pleasure. She chastised herself for letting him know that he had her. He just smiled to himself. Deeper his finger went. He could feel himself thrusting in and out of her cunt. He could feel her insides pulsating on his finger.
She was coming.
--- end pt 2
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