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He’d made it happen in less than a minute.
It was a long climax, nearly thirty seconds of unbridled goodness. My nails released from his chest, and I lightly touched his abs as I came down from the stars. I looked into his face above me, and the moisture had built up in my eyes so it had to escape as two tears running straight down to my ears.
Watching me come turned him on but didn’t make him explode. He continued at the same pace because he knew I enjoyed it. “That was easy.” He’d conquered my pussy, conquered all of me. He didn’t smirk with arrogance, but the confidence in his voice was infuriating.
My emotions were strong and at the surface, especially in this animalistic state. My hand slapped across his face, hitting him hard in the cheek because it was an asshole-ish thing to say.
He turned with the hit but didn’t slow down his thrusts. He kept moving, digging at me a little deeper to remind me just how big he was. Those blue eyes were dark with concentration, but also filled with intense arousal. He grew a little harder inside me, like I’d successfully turned him on a bit more.
I cupped his face and brought him in for another kiss, my fingers digging into his short hair. I breathed into his mouth as I fell deeper into him, unable to understand my own emotions, my own desire, my own intensity. One moment, I hated this man, and then the next, I thought I couldn’t live without him.
He moved one hand from my knee and gripped a big chunk of my hair, pulling on it hard as he fucked me even harder. That fat dick pounded inside me, his balls starting to tap against my ass. He could give it to me good and hard without needing to come, like he was a professional at fucking.
I entirely forgot that I had been mad at him just seconds ago and pulled him closer into me, praising him like a gift from the heavens. “Heath…yes.” I spoke against his lips, my other hand on his ass as I pulled myself into him over and over. “Fuck.” Sex had never been this hot, sweaty, passionate. It was the best sex of my life, the deepest connection I’d ever had with a man. Just one hit and I was addicted. How could I go back to the men I met in bars and restaurants? How could I ever go out with someone and even hope for a night like this? I already knew I would never have this kind of passion with my own husband. It just didn’t exist. I’d told him we would just be together for tonight, but that was before I got fucked so good tears fell from my eyes. “You’re gonna make me come again…” I couldn’t believe it. Not only would I get to come once, but twice, and in the same session.
His expression was exactly the same during sex as it was in a public restaurant or a bar. That constant intensity accompanied him wherever he went, whatever he did. He was focused and precise, but he had the discipline to fuck a woman for herself before he fucked her for himself. “I know.” And just like that, he showed how egotistical he was, how arrogant he was with his fucking abilities. He knew he had me now and didn’t want me to forget it.
“Asshole.” I slapped him harder this time.
He moaned and grabbed both of my wrists and raised them above my head, restraining me and pinning me down to where I could barely move. He was strong enough to hold both of my hands with a single one of his and to continue thrusting inside me like there’d been no interruption. “Come.”
I wanted to refuse simply out of defiance, but I had no control over my body anymore. He owned it, controlled it, and being in the presence of his confidence made me lose the game. I fought against his command, but the fact that he had total control over my body was a turn-on I couldn’t fight. It only took me a few seconds to give in, to bring his face close to mine and come all over again. My hatred was gone instantly, and I clung to this man who had taken me. With nails deep in his flesh, I exploded again, finally pleased by a man the way I fantasized about when I was alone with my vibrator. “Babe…” The bond I felt with this man increased as our emotional connection turned into a physical one. “Yes…” My toes curled, and my pussy couldn’t even constrict around him because I was already stretched to full capacity. My hands dug into his hair, and I kissed him deeply, unable to believe that this man was real, that he could really make me feel this way. I’d never felt this level of desire, this soul-crushing connection.
