Seeing him like this, drowning in pleasure, it causes my heart to swell at least two sizes. God, I love that look on his face. Seeing the sensations overpower him. It’s indescribable.
My instinct is to run my thumb over the curve of his jaw to show him there’s no rush. He kisses the inside of my palm as I do and then slowly starts moving again.
I gasp when he fills me up, his cock stretching me to the limit, and I squirm, trying to adjust to his size. It doesn’t take long for us to find our rhythm, his hips smacking against mine every time he thrusts back in.
It’s starting to feel good. Better than good. And I can’t help moaning when he captures my clit between his fingers and pinches it hard.
“I want to fuck your brains out, but if I go any faster, I’m going to blow. Just need to get used to this tight fucking pussy, okay?”
I nod, appreciating the honesty, and grip both of his shoulders as he continues to fuck me, gradually picking up the pace until he feels ready to give me more.
“Goddamn, you’re amazing, baby.” TJ’s hand wraps around my throat, and he positions his face inches away from mine to witness my reaction when he takes things to the next level.
My mouth drops open as he rams himself inside me harder and faster until he’s downright pounding into me.
“Touch yourself for me, rich girl,” TJ commands, his voice mixing with the sound of slapping skin and the wetness dripping between my legs.
I don’t think twice, one of my hands gripping my breast while the other lands on my clit and begins twirling it into rough circles.
“That’s it. Faster.”
I oblige immediately, my back arching off the beanbag. My clit is still swollen from the orgasm he gave me before, making it overly sensitive, and I know I could get off just watching the look on his face. That’s how hot he looks as he rails himself in and out of me.
I shriek when TJ grips the back of my hair with one hand and angles it forward so that I have to watch him fill me to the brim over and over again.
“You see that pussy? It’s fucking mine. I’m the only one who gets to pound it. Pleasure it. Tease it. That’s what it means to be my girlfriend. No one else gets to feel that pussy clench. No one else gets to watch you come. You’re my perfect little fuck toy, baby.”
Hearing him claim ownership of my body makes me want to submit to him fully. To let him turn me into a sex-craved slave.
I never take my eyes off his cock as he enters me, his hand clutching my hair so tightly I would normally complain, but in this scenario, I welcome the pain.
I nearly go insane when he starts switching things up, slowing his thrusting one second, then doubling down the next. He wants to keep me on my toes, and it’s working. A crescendoof need and pleasure merges together, causing pressure to form deep in my stomach.
I love that I can’t look away. That he wants me to see what he’s doing to me. I love that he’s taking what he wants and how shameless he is about it.
“Oh my God, TJ, I’m going to?—”
“There’s no way I’m going to be able to hold it if I have to watch you come.”
But it’s too late. I’m already convulsing on his cock, losing all control as my fingers circle my clit relentlessly. Moans escape me, and the scene sends TJ into a frenzy. He’s driving his cock inside me so fast my tits are bouncing everywhere.
“That was so fucking hot,” he groans, his face twisting with pleasure before he pumps into me a few more times and spills deep inside me.
Neither of us speaks for the next minute, still high on what I can only describe as the best sex I’ve ever had. Then TJ pulls out of me, letting himself fall next to me on the beanbag.
He opens his arms soon after, welcoming me into an embrace I’m afraid I’ll never want to leave, and kisses my forehead again.
Every time I had sex in the past, it would end with me feeling awful. I’d be full of regrets, wishing I hadn’t done it, but now?
It feels right.
And maybe, just maybe…
My luck is finally starting to change.
Lacey
Ithought nothing could make me happier than when TJ asked me to be his girlfriend.