Page 8 of Piper's Pyro

He continued to fuck both my holes while I moaned and trembled. It was like he wanted to draw out my orgasm. It seemed to work. The pressure in me kept building and building.

My legs shook.

My pussy pulsed.

My mouth remained gaping.

Then I shattered into a bazillion pieces. I squeezed my head between my hands and gasped for air. Time seemed to pass without notice while I floated in the atmosphere as if having an out-of-body experience.

Suddenly, I was flipped onto my stomach, my hips raised, and he was behind me, his cock deep inside me.

“I have never seen anything like that before,” he hissed. “You are the fucking hottest, sexiest woman I’ve ever met.”

I didn’t know what to say. No one had ever spoken to me like that before.

He plowed into me forcefully, the tip of his dick hitting my G-spot. Another orgasm formed in an instant.

“You’re wearing a condom, right?” I hadn’t noticed him putting one on.

“Of course. I’m not stupid.”

“Good.” It’d been a while, but I thought I could feel the latex, which was a relief. Getting pregnant by a man I’d just met would be horrible. Doubling up the protection to prevent conception was my top priority. No pill or shot or condom on their own was foolproof. Nothing was one hundred percent safe except for abstinence.

He gripped my hips harder as he grunted with each thrust. “I need to hear you.” He reached his hand around and played with my clit.

“Ooh, yes!” I pushed my ass against him.

“That’s it. Sing to me, baby.”

Sing, I did.

His speed and forcefulness increased.

The bed rocked violently. I wouldn’t be surprised if we broke it. Honestly, I’d be disappointed if we didn’t destroy it.

The sound of our skin slapping set me off again. I squeezed his cock with all my strength and screamed.

“Jesus Christ!” He froze and wrapped his arms around my waist to hold me in place. Profanity bounced off the walls until his body relaxed.

I collapsed on the mattress after he pulled out of me, utterly spent.

My ears tracked his movements. He went into the bathroom, and seconds later, the toilet flushed. Then he went to the mini fridge and brought a couple of beers to the bed. He cracked one open and set it on the nightstand closest to me. He chugged his own.

“I don’t think I can move,” I muttered.

“Did I hurt you?”

“Yes, but in a good way.”

“Damn. Okay.” He sat on the edge of the bed with his back toward me.

“Why are you so far away?” I frowned and tucked my knees toward my chest. Since he’d worn a condom, there wasn’t much of a mess, mostly my wetness. I wasn’t lying to him about hurting me in a good way. My pussy ached, but only because he had jackhammered into me. He was also thicker than the others I’d had fun with. My butthole was another story. It stung from being stretched. I must’ve been crazy to enjoy the intrusion.

What would having his cock in my ass feel like?

“I’m thinking you should go.”

“What?” I vaulted into a sitting position. “Why? Did I do something wrong?” Stupid girl. Never ask a guy such questions.

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