He dick-slaps me again. “Then do as you’re told, woman.”
I do, but only because his voice holds a hint of playfulness. Also because I’m horny again.
Seconds later, Joe is sheathed and entering me, his hands on my hips, binding me in place.
“Goddamn, baby. I’ve ridden this little cunt so much tonight, it’s all swollen and extra tight.” Joe’s fingers dig into my hips with a possessive hold, and I’m looking forward to seeing the marks he’s left on my body tomorrow.
“Turn on the light,” I request. “I want you to see that big cock sliding into what you own now.”
His dick twitches inside me. “Dammit, my dirty girl…” he croons, reaching over to flick on the lamp. “You like the thought of me watching while I split this pussyopen?”
“Yes,” I whimper when his thick cock veins drag along my sensitive inner walls as he slides slowly in and out, hitting sensitive spots I didn’t even know I had.
Turning my face to the side, I catch our reflection in the full-length mirror beside the bed. Joe is behind me, his eyes cast downward, and the look on his face is the very picture of carnal. When he spreads my cheeks with his thumbs, a rumbling groan escapes his lips.
“You have no fucking idea how sexy it is to see my dick stretching you open. Claiming you.” His ass muscles flex when he gives me another long, languorous stroke. He seems to be mesmerized by the sight. And I’m mesmerized by him.
Then he pulls out to the tip before slamming home with a brutalthrust that has me clutching the sheets for dear life.Holy shit, this man is effing huge.He does it again, and his balls slap against my clit, drawing mewling sounds from my mouth that I’ve never made before.
“Do it again,” I demand, and I see a smile quirk up at the corner of his lips before he picks up the pace. The friction of his fat head sliding through my slickness combines with those delicious ball spanks against my clit, and I begin to rock back against him. Wanting more.Needingmore.
Joe’s gaze doesn’t waver from where we’re joined. “I can’t wait to see how your pretty little cunt looks when you come around me, Minnie.” He slides one hand up and gathers my hair into a ponytail, using it like a rein to guide me back and forth along his length.
The bite of pain on my scalp is overridden by the devastating pleasure gathering between my legs. “Oh fuck, Joe. That feels so good,” I moan.
His voice deepens an octave. “I want to make you come until your bones ache. Until my face is the only one you see every time you slip your hand down into your panties. Until you’re physically unable to come unless you imagine my dirty words in your ear.”
As his cock perfectly strokes my G-spot, my fingernails dig so deeply into the sheets they will probably leave holes. A shudder ripples through me as Joe’s balls slap rhythmically against my clit, and I let out a wail that will probably have our neighbors calling security.
“Yes, baby,” he grunts, fucking me more deeply than I knew was possible. “Come like my good little slut.”
Fucking hell, that’s… unexpectedly hot. No one’s ever talked to me like that before, and the crudeness of it shoves me directly into a mind-shattering orgasm. Lights flash around the periphery of my vision before congealing into a starburst that renders me blind for at least twenty seconds as Joe continues to drill into me, muttering a combination of obscenities and praise.
My spine dissolves like sugar in warm water, and my upper body falls forward to the mattress, leaving my ass in the air. Joe releases my hair and presses a hand in the center of my back, holding me down while he rails me like it’s his day job.
“You. Are. So. Fucking. Sexy,” he grunts between thrusts. The bedrocks hard, the headboard pounding a repetitive beat against the wall, competing with the sounds of flesh slapping flesh. “I’ll never get enough of this perfect cunt.”
His sweat drips against my back, and he rubs it in with smooth circles, like he wants to mark me. Widening his knees, he nudges my legs farther apart and somehow goes so deep I can feel him bumping my cervix.
“Joe, kiss me,” I beg, needing to feel the intimacy we shared before.
He drapes himself over my back, and I turn my head, finding his mouth. Our tongues tangle as he rides me down to the mattress, sliding one hand beneath me to feather my clit.
“Give me one more, baby,” he whispers against my lips.
“I can’t,” I groan.
“You can, Minnie.” He kisses me again, slowing the rhythm of his hips to a rolling, sultry motion that coaxes my body exactly where he wants it. “Do it for me.”
My vagina rallies like a champ, eager to please the man doing incredible things to my body, and I feel my inner walls begin to flutter. Joe smiles into the kiss, the smug, sexy bastard. When he covers my hand and links his fingers between mine, my heart twists in my chest. I’m falling for this guy. Hard.
Our orgasms take root at the same time, growing and blossoming into something erotic and cloying. We shake with the force of it, bodies moving together, connected by something deeper than sex.
When the climax finally fades away, we’re left plastered together, sweaty, exhausted, and breathing like we’ve just run ten miles.
Joe’s voice breaks through my post-sex haze. “Did you put a magic potion inside your pussy or something? Because that was phenomenal.”
I giggle and shake my head. “You’re the one with the magic penis.”
