Her answer detonates something inside me.
I change my stance and place both feet against the mattress, squatting behind her. I place my hands on top of hers on the headboard.
There’s no warm-up.
No pussyfooting.
No time.
I’m about to explode.
It’s straight up horny and raw.
I fuck her fast and furious. “You okay?”
“Don’t stop, Rhett.”
And I don’t.
I pump into her like a piston, driving deeper and deeper.
I fucking ride her like a bronco.
The sound of my cock moving in and out of her pussy is loud, dirty, filthy.
This is what I call a feral fuck.
I can’t help it.
Her pussy destroys my control.
“Oh, babe, you’re so damn wet.”
“So good. So, so good.”
I thrust into her like a man possessed.
I’m unleashed.
The slapping of her ass against my stomach.
The way it jiggles under my punishing thrusts.
Her huge heavy tits swinging in a circular motion.
Her juices running down my balls.
Her desperate cries.
It all fuels me to fuck her harder.
When my balls draw in, I know I don’t have much left.
I struggle back to my knees with my cock still lodged into her.
“Are you going to come for me?”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…” She responds with a string of curses.
