If I wasn’t so turned on, I’d laugh.
This woman …damn it, she was something else.
And I was going to show her just what I was.
I reared my hips back, pulling out of her pussy, and worked my way back in, my thumb staying on her clit, giving her friction from both angles.
“This is”—she stopped to pant—“amazing.”
I was barely trying. This was just my way of having her get used to my size and power.
I swiveled my hips to show her what amazing really felt like, so I wasn’t just penetrating her straight on; I was hitting her sides, brushing against her clit.
That was one hell of a combination.
“Fuck yeah,” I hissed. “You’re so wet right now.”
Within a stroke, I could sense that she felt the difference. Her breathing turned louder; her nails found their way to the back of my thighs and stabbed the skin.
I liked the pain.
I liked everything she was giving me.
I wanted more.
So, I went faster.
“Yes!” she cried.
I pumped harder.
“Yes!” she yelled again.
And I watched the second orgasm begin to roll in, her body stiffening as she neared the peak, her eyes closing, her nails digging in even more.
“Give it to me.” I tilted my hips upward, going faster than I had before. “I want to see it.” I held her waist and bounced within her. “I want to fucking feel it.”
It only took a few lunges before she was screaming, “Shiiiit, yes!” She gasped, “Fuck!”
A second later, ripples were moving across her stomach, her thighs closing in around mine, her back gradually lowering down the seat because she was losing control of her body.
What she lost, I took.
I dominated.
And I did everything I could to hold off my own orgasm, but, fuck, it wasn’t easy. Not with the way her pussy was caging me in, getting wetter with each dive.
“Damn,” I groaned as I watched her wriggle—certainly the hottest thing I’d ever seen.
“My fuckingGoood,” she exhaled. “I don’t know if I remember how to breathe.”
I gave her several more pokes, using the same momentum, before I lifted her into my arms and walked us to the pole, where I balanced her back against it. “Two down, one to go.”
“I can’t.”
My lips, hovering in front of hers, let out a gritty laugh. “You will.” I mashed our mouths together, needing a reminder of that rich taste that was still owning me, and when I pulled back, I said, “And when it happens, we’re going to come together.”
With both hands, she clasped the metal above her head, and while I held her waist, I stretched myself forward and resumed the same speed as before, twisting my hips every few plunges to ensure she felt me everywhere.