Page 32 of Long Hard Ride
I roll her clit with my thumb, and she screams, “Yes.”
“Good girl.” I ease my fat shiny head into her pussy, just enough to tease her.
“Fuck, Shane,” she whimpers. “Just like that.” She presses against me, taking me another inch. Her bare pink lips expand around me. My muscles coil, my balls tighten, as thunder roars through my veins. The thought of her going out, hunting to screw someone else, has turned me into a crazed fucking animal. My only need is to claim her and make her all mine.
I hook my arms under her creamy thighs and pull her toward me as I push all the way into her in one thrust. Brooke cries out, arching her back. Her head drops back down on the table, her hair splayed out in every direction. “Oh my God.”
I pull out. “Am I doing my husbandly duties correctly, wife?” I grunt as she lifts her legs so her feet are touching my shoulders. I grip her thigh, slide her ass off the table, and thrust back in. Her tight pussy swallows every inch. My blood pumping fire, I pull out and thrust again. “Am I?” I pant, fucking her so deep my balls slap against her ass. “Is that deep enough for you, little girl?”
“Yes,” she cries out, gripping the edge of the table.
“Are you going to go out looking to get fucked by someone else ever again?”
“No,” she screams, as I rut into her again and again, hearing our slick flesh slap together. “Are you listening to me, wife?” My hands tighten around her trembling thighs as she pants and moans in pleasure. I spread her wider and fuck that little cherry harder. My dick pulses in her tight clenches. My heart throbs; my head roars. I don’t even know who I am anymore—I’m low, low, down to my most base level. The only thing on my mind is fucking her into oblivion once and for all.
After all these months, she’s finally pushed me over the cliff and is getting the real me she’s been begging for. My ass clenches. I’m on fire with the raging need to claim her.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she screams, rolling her hips, fucking me back hard, making the table shake and bang with every thrust. I watch my cock plow in and come out covered in her cherry juice. She’s milking me dry, trembling and unraveling. “There’s no one else but you,” she cries, throwing her arms up over her head and slapping the table.
Her ass is completely off the table now. I bend, pulling her flush against me, driving deep into her. Brooke screams in ecstasy.
“That’s it. Fuck my cock, wife. Fuck me good.” I rock my hips and grip her thighs. Inhaling the smell of her soaking wet pussy, I fuck her faster and harder.
We’re slicked with sweat, my little filly is panting, and her pussy is gripping me for all it’s worth. I’m not near done with Brooke’s lesson. I reach down between us and roll her hard clit under my thumb. She screams, bucking and writhing, but I hold her steady, plowing and fingering her at the same time.
“This is what you wanted.” I’m grunting like a beast. “Now fuck me harder. Milk my cock.”
“Oh my God.” She’s shaking. “I’m going to come.”
“Is this real man enough for you, nasty girl?” I reach around and grip her tight little ass. As I take in the sight of her, my breath catches. Face flushed, eyes full of heat, body shimmering with sweat. Tits jiggling, legs wide open, trusting and giving me everything. She bites her lip, moaning and crying out my name. My God, she is stunning.
Christ. I’m losing control. “You want us to do our fucking duties, wife?”
Golden-brown eyes flash with a wildness I haven’t seen before. She latches her legs around my waist and tips her hips, taking me deeper. “Yes.”
I reach down and find her slick hard nub and keep fucking. The table’s about to collapse, rattling under us. “Come on your husband’s dick, baby wife,” I pant, feeling my balls wind up in an aching knot. “I’m going to pump my cum so deep in your womb that your body will never forget who it belongs to. And you’ll be mine forever.”
“Oh fuck yes, Shane.” Her legs tremble. She’s almost there.
And I don’t let up. “And who is Shane?”
“My husband.” Brooke wraps her arms around me, pulling me down on her. I lock onto her sweet candy lips and kiss her like a crazed man who’s never been with a woman before, and in a way, I haven’t. No one compares to Brooke.
“That’s right, baby girl,” I groan, holding her steady and pumping her good. She starts shaking. “Come all over my cock, baby,” I pant. “Cover me with your cum.”
Her pussy grips my cock tight. Her face is beaded with sweat, her hair in a mass of tangles. She trembles, crying out, “Fill me, Shane. Give me everything.”
Andfuck. The sound of my name on her sweet lips, while she begs for my seed, is like angels singing in heaven. I’m spinning, hurling into space. And I see fucking stars as my heavy balls finally unleash and I claim her, filling her with my cum. And Christ, she’s still fucking me.
I see a blinding white light, like I’m not even on this planet anymore. I come and come as Brooke shudders and shakes, rocking her curvy hips. She cries out, her pussy pulsing and keeping a tight grip on my cock, milking every drop.
“Brooke, fuck, Brooke,” I grunt, pumping the last of my cum, wanting every seed to have a chance to take root inside her. “Oh God, baby, you’re mine.” I’m about ready to collapse. “Jesus Christ, what you to do me. I’ve never had an orgasm like that. Fuck.”
“‘Fuck Brooke’ is right.” She grins, tightening her legs around my waist. I gather her into my arms, half lifting her off the table, and hold her close.
Sweat on sweat, my cum mixed with hers, she clings to me. I brush her damp hair off her shoulders and kiss her salty skin. I make a trail of open-mouthed kisses up her neck, her cheek, and finally to her lips. I kiss her tenderly, again and again, never wanting to let go.
Jesus, what did I just get myself into? “Are you okay, baby?” I ask, shocked at my urgency for her, how I let my raw, blinding need for her go unchecked. Sometimes I don’t realize my own strength, and she’s still practically a virgin.
