Page 26 of Dirty Girl

He buries himself deep and grinds himself against my clit. I gasp and mumble random encouragements as he continues the deep grind. It’s not the fucking I want, though. I want him hard and dirty. I want my Jenson. I must have said this all out loud, because the next thing I know my pussy is empty and I’m flipped over onto all fours.

“You want it hard and dirty?” He growls into my ear, the hard length of his cock pressing wetly against my ass.

His big hands grip my hips and he plunges deep. His cock hits my G-spot perfectly on every thrust. I’m screaming and sobbing from the pleasure. It’s everything I wanted and more. I rock back on his cock, matching his frenzied pace, loving how out of control he’s become.

“Look at that greedy pussy swallowing me up.” He punctuates the statement with a hard thrust, completely bottoming out as he bumps my cervix. “Fucking tight.” He groans as he slowly pulls back. “Such a dirty girl, letting me fuck you like this.”

The heat builds in my core until it’s almost unbearable. I’m begging for more—for mercy—for something. He’s relentless. My body has never been so primed, but my orgasm is still beyond my reach. Just when I think I can take no more, his fingers find my clit and with one touch I come, screaming his name.

He fucks me straight through my orgasm and into another. I’m shaking, unable to hold myself up anymore. Before I crash to the mattress, Jenson wraps his strong arm around my chest, lifting me so that my back is against his chest. His cock never loses its punishing rhythm.

“You’re going to come again for me, love.” His voice low and commanding in my ear.

My head lolls back on his shoulder. I’m about to protest, thinking there is no way I could possibly come again, when he pinches my clit and I fly over the edge into oblivion.

“Fuck… oh…”

“That’s right,” Jenson encourages. “I’m going to fill you so full of my cum.”

“Yessss…”

I feel his cock swell and jerk inside me as he finally loses control.

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