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“OK?” Jason paused for a moment.
I nodded – yes, yes just get on with it, hardly believing the strength of my lustful desires. He rested his elbows next to my head and I drew my legs and wrapped them around him. He started to pound me and I took his entire length deep inside me. I was gasping as he energetically took me to my threshold of endurance. At the same time, I was aroused to the point of desperation. He breathed fast and quietly as he fucked me. No -pummelled me. He meant hard and he was serious about his style of intercourse. My body shook underneath and my tender breasts were jellies cast out of their moulds, wriggling vigorously for his delight.
His eyes were always on me, watching my face as I expressed the strength of emotion growing within me. I could not resist the opportunity to show him my abilities. I squeezed him hard and pulsated my own actions in time with his own.
“God, you’re gorgeous and tight down here,” he muttered appreciatively.
Finally, he showed me his own enthusiasm in a way he could not have possibly known would fire up my libido so successfully. He grabbed a handful of my hair with one hand and the other the flesh around my waist and dragged me closer to his rampant body. Using my body as leverage, he maintained his relentless pursuit of my innards. My chin was practically on my chest as he hauled me on to him by my locks of hair and I could see his impressive manhood slide in and out of me. The visual stimulus was stunning and the kind of erotic view I loved to enjoy. He had promised me enjoyment and amongst his rough sex, I was certainly being entertained.
My own hands clenched the sheets, I could not bring myself to touch him, convinced the bubble would burst and he would abandon me. I twisted the smooth fabric around in my hands as I pushed down to meet his thrusts. Incredible warmth coursed through my pulsating blood vessels and his skin brushed over mine adding to the heat.
I was having sex with Jason Lucas in his palatial mansion, in his bedroom and he was bloody good at it.
“Oh, please, please, I need to come. I need to come,” I cried out involuntarily, based on instinct.
“Yes. Yes. Give yourself to me,” Jason spoke through gritted teeth.
My release was unbelievable, so much tension flew out of me as I bucked, shook and faded almost to oblivion. Tears formed in my eyes as my long lost friend was restored. An orgasm that had been waiting in the wings, waiting for right occasion to return. I sensed him moan almost silently and he spurted into me, making the most of each grinding, hip gyrating thrust.
We lay clinging to each other post-coital and satiated. I hoped he was satisfied as my self-doubt kicked in. Perhaps I was not good enough for a rich, powerful man.
“That was fine sex, Miss Marshall,” whispered Jason in my ear as if he was reading my thoughts. “Damn fine,” he rolled off and lounged next to me.
“Are you sore? Not too rough for you?” he asked gently, taking my face in his hand, directing me to look at him.
“No, Jason. I’m good, just dripping wet!” I giggled back at him and for the first time his eyes were not driving me crazy. I had conquered them – well, maybe for now.
“Um, these sheets are getting a good soaking aren’t they?”
He looked so hot lying on his stately bed. He turned on his side and reached for me, pulling my head to his and then he kissed my lips fully and quite passionately. My first Jason kiss and the sensual tissue of his lips started my insides throbbing and quivering with renewed carnal needs, the need to be fucked.
After an age of tongues interlaced and mouths sucking, hands groping and legs intertwined. He drew away, leaving me looking at him and what was b
etween his legs. His lovely cock was back up again and looked ready to go for number two.
“Ready for me?” Jason did not wait for my answer as he grabbed at me and flipped me over.
He did not need to wait for a reply as I spread my legs wide for him.
“Knees up, this time from behind,” he instructed.
I wriggled my bottom provocatively at him, perhaps showing too much keenness as he gave it a playful smack. Slower entry this time, nudging just the tip of his penis into my very wet squelchy hole. He held himself there, tormenting me with expectation. A finger circled around my exposed clitoris, pushing the protective hood up, he stroked the exact point of my sex with absolute precision. I let out a soundless moan, too stimulated to be articulate and I pushed my hips down to meet his hand.
The room had lifted in temperature causing my body to perspire and turning my skin shiny and gleaming under the soft lights. Strong hands held my shoulders as I rested on all fours, pressed down into the mattress. I held off the fears that lurked, very aware of his strength and power. I would not be able to fight him off he turned nasty on me.
Sensing my apprehension, he murmured in my ear. “Trust me, babe, let yourself go.”
Suddenly he rammed me from behind and we were pursuing his uncompromising pace again. I did not think he could fuck harder but he was and his balls swung against my bottom. The momentum was unending and his tall figure seemed to have encased me. I was not afraid now, even though this was the most vulnerable position I had been in for several weeks. The sense of being sheathed by his body only heightened my own arousal to point of completion. I was making a stream of throaty, incoherent noises and they spewed out of my mouth uncontrollably. From him, only the sounds of heavy, rapid breathing and the occasional forced inhalation.
Sex, the erotic, fervent, impassioned act had reaffirmed itself in my life. However, this was more than the base act of intercourse, the man making love to me had fired my senses in a way no other man had before now. His love-making was not the ineloquent fumbles of a novice school boy, nor the sweaty exertions of an older man, neither was it the perfunctory acts of an indifferent lover performing his wishes with no consideration. The man behind me was using me, yes, that was true, but he had also set ablaze my neglected passions, drawn me out of my shell and I was melting inside due to his sexual expertise. This could not be happening to me, not after the worst I had experienced barely a few months previously.
“You come for me, baby, that’s what I want to hear, you let rip. Go. On,” he punctuated his demanding words with timely thrusts.
So I did, very vocally and pulsating as he joined me with a low husky groan. There was a savagery to our combined orgasms. His grip on me tightened, pinning me down and forcing me to give beneath him. Mine was breathless, my brain almost gave out and the orgasm came close to sending me spiralling into a blackness of supreme delight.
He extracted his diminished part from me as I remained collapsed on my belly and I briefly fell asleep. When I stirred he was there watching me again, blue eyes penetrating me in other ways. I smiled sleepily at him.
“Sore now?” he queried.
