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And when he slammed into me, I had to turn my head into the pillow to muffle my yell.
God fucking damn, that hurt!
It was an unbearable stretch and I could feel tears prickling behind my eyes. I groaned open-mouthed into his pillow as his hands kneaded my love handles, his hips pushed all the way to my ass.
“Goddamn, you’re so fucking tight, Curly.” His voice was gritty and sexy, but I was too busy concentrating on relaxing my muscles. Deep breath in, letting it out slowly against the pillow.
I squeezed my eyes shut as he pulled out unhurriedly and thrust in again.
I could feel him sliding against my slickness, and the tightness was slowly becoming bearable. It was still slightly uncomfortable but he was moving in and out of me slowly, allowing me to become accustomed to his girth.
For the moment anyway.
His hands squeezed my hips as he continued his slow thrusting. “So wet, so tight.”
Finally feeling composed, I turned my head so my cheek was to the pillow again. I tried to push up on my arms, but he moved a hand to between my shoulders and pressed me down.
“Right there. Stay right there for me, Curly.”
He pushed himself to the brink again and I could feel as he shifted on his knees. Doing what, I wasn’t sure. Moving closer?
With his cock still lodged deep in me, he moved my knees together as he straddled them. The new position with my legs together made the feel of him in me impossibly tighter, but I could feel every ridge and line of him as he began his slow pumping once again.
I needed more now, though.
The feel of him in me, thick and veiny and full, was bringing out something in me I had never felt before. I pushed my hips back to his, meeting his thrust with one of my own.
He chuckled above me. “Oh, you want more, do you? I’ll give you more of this cock.” His hands moved from my hips to just above my ass, pulling the extra there up and squeezing the handfuls. I ought to be embarrassed or self-conscious, but he didn’t seem to mind as he squeezed and began pounding into me at a quicker pace.
“So fucking tight. Damn, Curly. Take me. Take all of me. That’s right, woman. Take my cock.”
His grunts intermixed with dirty words as his hips went from his quicker pace, to faster, shorter strokes, the head of his cock hitting me in all the right places. I thought for sure I was going to explode around him.
“I’m close,” I managed to whisper.
“Tell me how much you want this cock. Tell me with your filthy mouth, woman. Don’t you fucking come until you do.”
My heart was pounding and I could feel nerve endings sizzle. How did one stop an impending orgasm? I didn’t know, but I also didn’t want him to stop doing what he was doing, so I did as he demanded.
“You’re so big and full. I love when you hit—” I stopped on a moan as he did just as I was about to tell him.
“That? You like that. Tell me more. I’m gonna come so fucking hard, tell me.”
I wasn’t sure if he was informing me he was going to come, or if I was supposed to repeat him. Either way, it was likely true.
“I need to come, Conor. I have to come. I’m going to come so hard.”
“Fucking hard.”
“So fucking hard.” I squeezed my eyes shut as my orgasm was right there, right at the brink. But I wasn’t falling yet. I was right there and I needed to fall over the edge, I needed it so badly.
Conor wrapped an arm under my boobs and lifted me back to him, my back to his chest, as he continued to pound up into me. But it was his other hand that gave me the reprieve I was looking for.
His thick, calloused fingers were at my clit and he squeezed the nub between two fingers, just hard enough to send me flying.
I threw my head back against his shoulder as my mouth dropped open on a soundless cry. With all the porn I had watched, I just assumed a powerful orgasm would bring out the vocals, but I stayed whisper silent, like I did when getting myself off.
“Goddamn, Curly. Fuck!” His cock pushed up into me and I could feel him throbbing against my own pulsing and tightening. It was a heady feeling, the battling beats warring inside my pussy.
