Page 62 of Torrid Passion
He thrusts a few erratic times and stops.
Loki’s thick girth stretches my pussy like crazy.
He then grinds his balls against me, ratcheting my desire to another level. My whole body trembles in need. My greedy pussy clamps around him and I clench hard, letting out a long wail.
“I’m all the way in,” he says.
I guess he’s as amazed as I am.
“See, you didn’t even need a warm-up,” he says.
“I beg to differ,” I argue.
“Ready for more?” he asks.
I nod. “I am.”
“Plant your feet on top of the bed.”
It’s not as gracious as I’d like, but I manage.
“Perfect,” Loki says. “This way you can take in more of my cock every single time. Now bounce,” he orders.
He doesn’t need to tell me twice.
I’m not sure if it’s the position, his size or the fact I’ve lusted over him for so many years, but this is so mind-blowing, words fail me.
“The sight of you swallowing my cock is enough to make me come,” Loki says.
I clench my pussy in response.
Slap.
“Bad girl,” he chuckles
I look over my shoulder and flash him a devilish smile.
“You want to be bad?”
Slap. Slap. Slap.
The sensation of his big hands against my ass sends a jolt of electricity through me. A rush of lust and desire entwine and I hiss for him.
“Nice,” he says, “In that case, I want you to bounce up and down my cock like you mean it.”
And I do. I bounce up and down on the enormous cock stretching me.
“Onlymylittle slut can swallow ten inches of solid meat in one shot. Your pussy was begging for my cock, gorgeous.”
Did I hear him right?
“You called me a what?” I ask, stopping mid-bounce.
“Mylittle slut,” he repeats.
I should be offended––insulted even––but I’m not. For whatever reason, that sounded damn sexy. And he does bring up a good point. His cock. My pussy. A match made in heaven.
I brace myself, ready to channel the dirty girl in me.
