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I nodded, my heels digging into his rear to beg him to enter me.
“Oh, fuck! Condom,” he cried, the head of him right there, tacoed between my swollen lips.
“Birth control, virgin,” I barked, humping the head of his cock in the most pathetic and desperate act of my life so far.
“Fuck,” he breathed again, then pushed into me.
My back arched, fingers gripping his forearm until my nails sank in. A gusty burst of pleasure slammed through me and moaned out of my mouth as I stretched around him. It was so tight, I felt like he just might tear right through me, but I needed more. I needed him to move.
Owen growled, his whole body shaking with the effort to stay still as my body became accustomed to his girth.
“More,” I cried. “Like a man, Owen!”
I heard him bark out a laugh just as he retreated, then thrust even harder until he was down to the hilt, our hips pressed together.
I breathed through the pain until the pleasure of it engulfed me.
He didn't stay still this time though. No, he started to move, slow, long, stinging drags in and out at first until I got so wet that he was slipping and sliding around enough to pick up that pace. His hands curled around my hips and he used me as an anchor to pump. I curled my legs tighter around him, spreading my thighs further for his easy access. It allowed him to go deeper, to hit that beautiful and elusive g-spot I could never quite reach with my own fingers.
“Fuck,” I breathed the curse.
My brain was cloudy and blurry with lust and pleasure, eyes hooded, lips permanently parted and chanting his name through my gasps. Owen lifted a hand from my hips to brush across my lips, dragging his thumb over them before his hand disappeared again.
Suddenly, he reared up to his knees, then I could feel pressure, and after that a circling over my clit as he still pumped in and out of me. And that was all she wrote.
I threw myself to the side, my hair flying around as I bore down around him and freaking screamed. Legitimately screamed as my orgasm washed over me in an overwhelming burst, then sank into hot wave after wave like lying on warm sand with the ocean licking at my toes.
“Oh, fuck!” Owen yelped, dropping his head and curling over me like he was in pain as my channel clamped around him over and over again.
Could a cock get strangled by an extra tight pussy?
He gasped, panted, then shoved into me a couple more times, less rhythmically, then I could literally feel him swell inside me and the pulse and shot of him coming.
There were a breathless few moments as I tried to commit the feeling to memory. It was enough to make my core pulse again, which pulled another strangled moan from Owen.
“Are you ok?” I finally asked when he took a gulping breath, his member still inside me.
He looked at me like I was crazy.
“Do I fucking look ok?” he demanded breathlessly. “Your pussy just tried to make me a eunuch!”
I laughed, which made him grin, too.
There was a collective breath of relief, then he settled his head down on my chest as he recovered.
“I should be the one asking you if you’re ok,” he commented, eventually lifting his head again to look into my eyes for an answer to his non-question.
“I’m fine,” I told him. “Better than fine.”
“Good,” he said, looking amused.
It was that moment that he chose to pull out of me, and the slick slide of him leaving my body was hollow and agonizing. I wished he could just live there, like that, taking residence inside my vagina for the foreseeable future.
Owen did put his arm around me though, hugging me and spooning my naked body to his as our breathing evened out and my eyelids drooped with a sudden post-coital fatigue.
“Bath?” he asked me, brushing hair away from my face.
“That sounds really nice,” I admitted.
