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“Is this what you want?” he asked, staring down at her, gently, rocking his hips to emphasise his meaning as his hands ran down her legs to seize her waist. His hold was gentle, but firm, powerful, unescapable, and kept her pinned against his abdomen at just the right angle for her to see where their bodies joined.
“Yes...” she gasped, trying to meet his teasing roll with one of her own, but was restrained by the hold he had on her.
“Does it feel good?”
“Yes...” She could feel tears welling up in the corners of her eyes as each time he circled his hips, the flat of his abdomen ground over her clit. Growing desperate, maddened by the subtle tease of friction, she twisted and writhed, needing to break free, her hands tearing at the lounger’s cushion for any sort of leverage.
“You want more?”
”Oh... god... please, Mr... Street... you’re... I... I’m...” Oh god, Why was he being so cruel? She was so hot, hotter for it than she had ever been, couldn’t he see that? See how badly she wanted him?
“That’s it Cas, let it go, tell me what you want...” His voice was soft and low, but the predatory gleam in his eyes was pure deviance. He pulled back until just the tip remained inside her, leaving her feeling cold and empty.
Yet the sight of his cock, rising from her depths, wet and shiny with her cream, was unquestionably the sexiest thing she had ever seen.
“Yes, I want more, more, fuck me more! Bury that big dick in me, pound my tight little pussy, that’s your pussy, Give it to me... give it to me – oh my god, oh my god, oh my go-oh!” Her pleas dissolved in a long moan as he drove back into her, going balls deep within her slick eager walls in one smooth drive.
“That’s right Cas, you’re mine now, mine. These beautiful tits. This tight little cunt. All mine.” He punctuated each claim with another curl of his hips, withdrawing and thrusting, emphasising his claims, determined to make sure she would never forget.
And she quickly lost herself in the feeling of his thick cock stretching her, filling her like nothing she had ever imagined.
“Yes. Yes! Yours, all yours! Oh god, hold me down, make me take it, make me watch your big fucking cock pound my little pussy, oh fuck, feels so good,” Cassandra moaned, her head rolling and her back bowing up off the lounger, offering her body up to him, letting him use her as he wanted, however he wanted.
And David couldn’t get enough of her.
Sex had never been like this with his ex. To her, for all her extramarital activities, the Karma Sutra was a menu in an Indian takeaway. She’d been greedy and demanding, selfish in the quest for her own release.
Cassandra was as different as different could be and he wanted to show her how special she was, make her feel as treasured as she deserved.
Already close, he knew he couldn’t last long, so rather than holding back, he gave her everything. Draw and thrust, draw and thrust, over and over again he pounded her slick folds, going deeper with every stroke, making sure she could feel every inch of him. The wet slap of their body’s meeting rang out with the squeaks and groans of the lounger beneath them.
Cassandra only moaned her approval, letting him take her, letting him take what he wanted as she moved with him, her ardour burning just as fiercely. Rocking beneath him, her tight sex clenching, squeezing him as he drove into her hard and fast, dominating her completely and sending her spiralling towards another climax.
God, if he kept this up much longer, she had no doubt she would be deliciously sore by the morning, and walking funny for days.
God, “Oh god... oh god... oh-oh M-Mr Street... Yeah... yeah... yeah... oh my god... oh- fuck! Fuck, that’s so fucking good!” She couldn’t stand it. It felt like the place where they were connected was melting away in a sparkling electric storm that tingled out to every nerve in her body. “Oh fuck... oh... oh... oh my god, oh fuck, don’t stop, give me that dick, use my little pussy, give me all your fucking cock, I want it, I wa- oh- Oh fuck, I’m cumming, I’m cumming all over your cock...”
She was being too loud. They were out in the open, their modesty shielded only by the small wall that encircled the property. Anyone walking by would hear them. However, Cassandra didn’t give a damn. The almost nirvana-like high she was cresting left little care in her. Nothing could pull her from the incredible sensations sweeping through her like wildfire, shoving her to the point of madness.
“That’s it Cass, cum for me, cum all over my dick as I fucks your brains out!” he growled, his jaw clenched tight, fighting to hold back his inevitable climax. His taught muscles flexed deliciously beneath his skin as he loomed over her, stretching out, his hands moving up from her waist to cage her beneath him as he drove into her, fucking her through her orgasm. Sweat glistened like oil across his brow and chest. His impossibly hard cock seemed to swell inside her.
And knowing that she could do this him, push him to the brink of his sanity, drove Cassandra wild.
“Oh my god, please, feels too good, use me however you want, that’s your pussy, I just want to be your little fuck toy, I just... I just, oh god, I can’t take it, it’s too good. It’s too good!” Her voice died away as trembling, shaking, she was hurled from her peak to tumble through time and space, lost in the stormy throes of the orgasm of her life.
“Yes that’s it, cum, cum... cum- oh fuck!” he gasped, squeezing his eyes shut and throwing his head back in a great bare-toothed growl as her sex bore down, wrapping around and milking his cock to the point he couldn’t hold back any longer. However, before he could pull out, her legs crossed, wrapping around him and locking at the ankles, drawing him in, needing to be closer.
“No... don’t... leave it in... I want to feel you cum inside me Mr Street, give it to me, fill me up with all your cum!” Then her hands were in his hair and their lips crashed together as he unleased rope after rope of creamy heat deep inside her.
They clung together until the tremors passed before disentangling from each other's embrace enough to roll so Cassandra lay astride him on the sunbed with David still inside her. Panting hard with aftershocks still zinging through her, she buried her face in the crock of his shoulder, inhaling deeply, savouring the cocktail of their mixed scents upon an air of salt and sex. Cassandra relished the feel of his strong arms enveloping her, holding her close, his cock softening and the warmth of his seed throbbing inside her. It just felt so right, so perfect, that she wanted nothing so much as to stay like this forever.
Despite herself, she couldn’t help a small chuckle.
Looking down, David arched a brow. “Something funny?”
“No I was just thinking,” she mused, trailing one hand through the curls of his dark dusting of chest hair. “When Stacey told me the best way to get over Nathan was a quick hook up, I don’t think this is quite what she had in mind.”
“No I bet not.” He gave a bark of laughter. “But I think I prefer our way.”
