Page 31 of Pride

His chest pressed against my back. The warmth of his breath against my cheek caused me to tense.

“Let me see if I can get creative,” he whispered harshly.

He withdrew his fingers. The pressure from the tip of his oversized dick against my wet folds followed. My eyes shot wide, and my mouth fell open.

“Holy…”

“Holy what?” he whispered into my ear. “Holy creativeness?”

He pushed the head inside. And then, another inch or so.

I exhaled a choppy breath.

One thick inch after the other, he continued to push himself inside of me. When his balls pressed against my clit, I realized he’d given it all to me. Thrilled that I’d accepted every inch he had to offer, I opened my mouth wide, fully intending to say something memorable. Smart assed and snide, maybe, but memorable.

“Oh God,” I moaned.

So much for saying something noteworthy.

His hands gripped my waist firmly. In anticipation of what was sure to come, I drew a breath and waited.

Slowly, he withdrew his length. Then, he pushed himself inside of me until his tight scrotum was pressed against my clit. Out, and in, three very predictable times, he repeated himself. My eyelids fluttered in excitement as my entire body began to tingle at the anticipation of him doing it again.

But, he didn’t.

“I said I was going to wait to fuck you until my feet were planted firmly on the ground. I think they’re pretty firm, now,” he said flatly. “What do you think?”

Without further warning, he pounded his length into me with one forceful thrust.

The air shot from my lungs like a rocket.

He pulled against my waist as he pushed himself into me. His hips slapped against my ass with a thwack! Again, and again, he shoved me full of his thick cock. With each authoritative stroke, the air in my lungs escaped me, only to be replaced with a quick breath as soon as he withdrew himself.

“Yeah,” I gasped. “They’re pretty firm.”

He pounded himself in deep. “You sure?”

“Pretty firm,” I grunted.

He pulled his hips back and then slammed himself into me. “I want to be sure.”

“Yeah,” I said as I sucked in a breath. “You’re good to go.”

“With a cock this small,” he said mockingly. “It’s pretty important that my feet are firm on the ground. I need all the traction I can get.”

“I’d hate for you to just shove half of that little fucker in me.” I glanced over my shoulder. “So, yeah. Get those big feet of yours firm on that floor so you can give it all to me.”

I didn’t know if it was the cock remark, or saying that he had big feet, but whichever it was, it was enough to push him over the edge.

The fucking I got as a result of my snide remark was one unlike any that I’d ever received. I had no way of measuring time, but by my guess, it was thirty minutes of good, solid fucking.

Regardless of the time he spent teaching me a lesson, my legs went weak immediately preceding the orgasm that was mounting inside of me. Then, my leg cramped.

“Hold it, hold it,” I shouted. “Cramp, cramp, I’ve got a cramp!”

Lost in his rhythm, he didn’t budge.

“Holy fuck,” I begged, grabbing my thigh in the process. “Stop!”