Page 39 of Christmas Sunrise
The magic returns, and so does my smile. I move back so she can roll over and for a brief wonderful moment, her arse is right in front of my face. I bend down and bite her right butt cheek.
"Ow! Fuck!" Jenna squeals.
"Well, I did say I wanted you to be sore," I say as I position myself on my knees behind her.
"Is there a mark?" she asks turning her head back. "Please tell me there's a mark."
I kiss the toothmarks on her butt. "There's a mark."
She gives me a mischievous grin as she turns her head back to face forward. I line up and charge inside her.
"Oh, God!" Jenna groans but in the next breath, she shoves her body back against mine. She matches every thrust I give her even though they are coming hard and fast already.
"I told you this would be quick and rough," I remind her.
"Just fuck me," she pants back.
And I do. I rut into her as hard as I can. Her whole body shakes with each impact, her beautifully full butt cheeks rippling each time my body slams against hers, and the noise is loud, so loud I am certain some of it will travel downstairs but I don't care. This is more important. Jenna is more important.
It's no surprise at all to me that Jenna's brought one of her hands between her legs and she's working on her clit herself. I fucken love it when she does that. It does surprise me a little when I hear her moan with the pleasure of what could be the start of her orgasm. A second later as her walls grip my dick tighter, I know it's happening. I also know it's going to push me closer to my own climax.
"Give me another, Jenna," I say before she's even stopped panting from her first.
"Marty, just come inside me," she whimpers.
"No, I want another."
"I can't, I can't…" Her chest and head fall down on the pillow, but her hips stay high in the air, locked in my grip.
"You can and you will," I demand as I continue to slam into her.
With a light groan that could either be reluctance or pleasure, Jenna brings her hand between her legs again.
I stop thrusting hard, and instead tilt my hips up and rock into her slowly, short strokes that allow me to get my breath back but also appreciate the view in front of me. Her head is down, her ass is up, and she's started to ride me back, pushing against me after each little thrust I give her, her fingers still busy on her clit.
It's almost too good to be true and my only natural but feral response is to start fucking her hard again.
"Oh, Marty!" she almost screams, a little shocked by the sudden increase in rhythm.
"I can't wait," I grunt out. "You feel too good. You look too good."
And indeed I can't.It’s not just my dick that hardens further at the last moment, it’s my whole body. Every single muscle turns rigid and it’s an effort to thrust into her as cum charges out of me and into her. The waves of pleasure that accompany the eruption inside her slick, wet heat are deep and they crash into one another as I close my eyes and savour the feeling. This only intensifies the sounds in the room which are a melodious mix of my groaning grunts and Jenna’s high-pitched moans.
As I open my eyes and slowly return to the room, I'm aware of Jenna still rocking against me and I suspect this means her orgasm is imminent but not quite here yet. I think and act quickly.
"Turn over, and keep your legs closed," I say and she follows my orders obediently as I jump off the bed and go to the drawer in her bedside table unit. I grab the biggest toy I can find and then come back to the bed.
"Keep your hips up and open your legs," I say. When she does, I see what I want to see; my cum starting to dribble out of her. I lick my fingers then bring them down to her pussy. Gently but firmly I push the cum back inside her.
"Oh, Marty," she says and she grabs hold of my forearm with the hand that's not still playing with her clit.
"Keep going, Jenna. I want another orgasm," I dictate in my sternest voice, pushing my fingers and my cum further inside her.
"Hmm," she moans and I smile.
"Good girl, Jenna." I spit on the toy in my other hand and roll the head of it around her pussy, making it wet.
"Fuck, Marty."
