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“Beat your ass like a fucking drum tonight, huh?” He said in a sarcastic tone.

I gazed down at him.

His hands were behind his head, his biceps were flexed, and he was laying comfortably on his back. His face was covered in a smug grin.

Me?

I was the loser of the night, and I was riding his cock in cowgirl position.

And with Brad’s dick inside of me, in that position, I felt like I was being impaled.

I bucked my hips wildly, taking his complete length inside of me with each cycle of hip’s movement.

“I asked you a fuckin question, loser!” he bellowed.

I wished I could have responded, but doing so was impossible. With his hands pressing down against my shoulders and his muscular legs thrusting upward against my down stroke, talking while riding his cock wasn’t even an option.

He stretched his arms wide, and then reached for my boobs.

Oh God, yes.

He caressed my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, while he cupped my entire breasts in his massive hands. I arched my back and continued my search for just the right angle.

A tingling ran through me from my nipples to my clit. I’d found it.

“If you don’t cover my balls in come,” he said. “I’ll make you go again.”

I was exhausted. We’d had sex twice already. Losing was one thing, but the punishment shouldn’t last an entire afternoon, even if it was sex.

I closed my eyes, concentrated on the feeling of having him inside of me, and hoped I could finally end the afternoon with one last mind-blowing orgasm.

His hands slid down along the outside of my torso, his thumbs grazing along my ribcage, and his fingers dragging along the small of my back.

My hips continued their seemingly endless task of riding the entire length of his dick, and my mind began to spin from exhaustion, dehydration, and malnutrition.

I felt his fingers pry my ass wide – which always drove me insane – and then…

A finger slowly pressed its way deep into my ass.

Oh. My. God!

Another finger slid into my pussy, alongside his massive girth.

Oh Lord.

I gyrated my hips wildly. The time for precision was long gone, I was frantically fucking him without regard for any style or finesse.

I felt fumbling around my throbbing – and well worn – pussy, and then…

ANOTHER finger.

With his cock and two fingers in my pussy, and a finger in my ass, my eyes shot open. Wide.

The same smug grin covered his face.

He was a gorgeous man, there was no doubt. Having him as a permanent part of my life, even if there wasn’t anything to tie us together except our love, satisfied me.

I arched my back a little more, and pressed my pussy down the base of his shaft, and ground my hips against his balls, and every digit he had stuffed me with.