Page 41 of Sugarplum

“Yeah?”

“Take me up there and fuck me, damn it,” I can’t believe I said that with a straight face.

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“Fuck me, you little bitch,” Michael grunted and he flicked the bedside lamp on.

Yellow light bathed me and I could finally see him in the bedroom. God he was so damn hot. I straddled up on top of him and grabbed a hold of his cock. It was a little bigger and longer than Dylan’s and it tore into my pussy like a goddamn fist.

I’d never been on top before but I liked how Michael just stayed on his back and held onto my tits as I straddled and guided his cock into my pussy. As I went down and his cock went up inside, I saw the wicked look on his face as he watched me in the dim light. I wanted to say something naughty and sexy but the only sounds I could produce were moans and cries of pleasure.

“Faster bitch,” he commanded and he slapped my right breast with a heavy hand.

“Ow!” I yelped in pain. Before I could properly react he used the same hand to slap my ass over and over as I pumped up and down on his cock.

Michael suddenly reached up with his other hand and wrapped his fingers around my neck. He began to choke me as his other hand slapped my ass, keeping my mouth wide open so I could moan louder and pump on his cock even faster and deeper.

Each time I went down I could feel his monstrous cock rub against the inner flesh of my vagina. It was like every touch was a jolt to my g-spot and I screamed and moaned so loudly I thought I was going to wake the whole neighborhood.

“Oh f-fuck, fuck me M-Michael!” I started shouting over and over.

“You want me to fuck you, bitch?”

I nodded.

“Say it, slut,” he told me as he pushed his finger into my mouth. “Say it like you mean it. Beg for it, honey.”

“F-fuck me Michael, I w-want you to fuck me like a slut!”

That really got him turned on. He quickly pushed me off and made me lie on my back. He positioned himself on top and for a minute I thought he was going to just settle with the plain old missionary position… but I was dead wrong.

Michael grabbed my legs and raised them high. He first took my left leg and hung it over his shoulder and then he did the same with my other leg. I looked into his eyes and saw they were burning with just one desire: to fuck me like an animal.

As soon as he thrust his cock in I felt a very new and strange sensation. With my legs up on his shoulders my pussy was tighter and I could feel it squeeze against his cock as it penetrated inside me. Each time his cock parted the walls of my vagina I could feel it and it was like being a virgin all over again.

He then got into a steady rhythm. However, I was starting to go wild and in order to stop me from clawing at him Michael held down on my arms. He held me down tightly as he pounded into my pussy and all I could do was moan and drool and utter the same nonsense over and over.

“F-fuck, fuck, fuck, aaah,” I moaned and mumbled as I felt him plow into me recklessly and wildly.

“You goin’ to cum, little bitch?” Michael asked when he noticed I was started to climax. “You want to fucking cum?”

I nodded and looked at him as I bit my lip.

“Okay you little whore, I want to hear you scream as you orgasm,” he told me. I felt a sudden rush of excitement knowing he let me do what I wanted. “You better cum now bitch because I’m going to creampie your little cunt!”

What? Did he just say he was going to cum inside me?

Whatever it was he said I lost my whole thread of thought when I peaked and reached my orgasm. As my juices flowed out of my pussy and I released all the tension and pressure, I felt him dig his cock in.

Suddenly and without warning Michael suddenly spilled his seed inside me. I felt a sudden wash of warmth filling me from the inside. My jaw dropped and I looked at him with a very worried look on my face. All I saw looking back at me was his expression of triumph.

Michael emptied himself into me and when he was done he finally pulled out. I didn’t suck on him any further, not after that little stunt. He didn’t seem to mind anyway as he just strolled off the bed and took a shower.

What the fuck? I just met him and here I was fucking in his bedroom. Well, to be dead honest I did the same thing with Dylan but at least I got to go out with him on a regular dinner date before we had sex.

I was regretting this whole thing already. I’d have to buy some pills in the morning. There was absolutely no way I’d let myself get pregnant and bare Michael’s kids. At this moment I’d rather get pregnant with any other man on Earth except for this exemplary douchebag.

By the time Michael finished showering and got back in the room, I had wiped myself down with a towel from his closet and was almost done putting my clothes back on. I was just locking the straps of my shoes and I still had to fix my hair but I was pretty much ready to leave.

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