Page 4 of Just Once

“Oh shit!” he gasped as he felt his orgasm coming. One last stroke was all it took. In a rush, rope after rope of his thick, creamy seed flooded her waiting mouth. Faye swallowed greedily. Only when she had got every last drop did she pull off.

“Mmm… you’re delicious,” she cooed, raising her eyes to meet his. “Please sir, can I have some more…” Her voice failed her when she saw the primal hunger gleaming back at her like quick-silver. Suddenly afraid, she tried to back away, but one of his large hands came down to seize her bunched up top and yank it over her head and arms. Unprepared for his sudden aggression, her body folded to his will as, with one move, he rose, lifted her and threw her across the bed. Surprised by the abrupt change in him, she didn’t dare move from there as he dragged her skirt and soaked panties down her legs.

Stepping in behind her, Terry seized her waist and pulled her back, so his crown brushed over her folds and lodged against her exposed clit.

“Oh…” Faye squealed, stars bursting behind her eyes.

“Just once,” he breathed again in that low, sexy tone. His breath hot on the back of her neck, that tongue teasing her ear. “Hold on to something.”

With another roll, he entered her.

“Fuck!”

The burn of her vagina stretching around him as he filled her was utterly overwhelming and seemed to go on and on. No,heseemed to go on and on. Fisting the sheets against the delicious ache, she was immediately grateful for all those quiet evenings alone with her kindle, and her B.O.B. In the beginning, it had seemed like a woefully inadequate way to lose her virginity, but without them, there’d be no way she would ever have accommodated him. Victory loves preparation, indeed.

The odd position was making her feel somewhat disorientated. Her whole body felt like it was on fire, but beneath that, there was an exquisite feeling of fullness, the likes of which she could never have imagined.

She was just starting to get used to the feeling when he suddenly switched and began to withdraw, pulling back from her desperate sucking grip, until just the head remained inside her. Then he pushed back in.

“This what you want, baby?” Terry growled, dragging her back to meet him as he did, opening her up a bit more and sliding deeper.

“Y-yes…”

“You love it, don’t you?”

He repeated the slow draw, then thrust again, and then again, working up a smooth, steady rhythm that quickly had the heavy weight of his balls slapping her clit.

“It’s so good… feels so fucking good… I... I can’t…”

“Can’t what Faye?”

She gasped and babbled in an answer.

Utterly overwhelmed, Faye’s mouth gaped as she felt him forcing himself a little deeper inside her every time. She felt so full, almost ready to burst. With every stroke, his thick member was hitting that spot deep inside her. God, she had never known sex could be this good. She wanted more, and of its own accord, her body responded by moving to meet his thrusts, rocking and grinding her bottom against his pelvis.

Swept up in the rising tide that signalled an approaching orgasm, she had to squeeze her eyes shut against the pleasure as hot tears of ecstasy crept down her cheeks like the cream rolling down her legs. Burning like liquid desire through her veins, her orgasm promised to be a big one, and she was sure she’d be walking funny for days.

On second thoughts, nothing, not her B.O.B or any other toy, living or rubber, could ever hope to have prepared her for the storm Terry was stirring inside her.

“Oh, it’s so fucking good! Fuck me, Terry! Fuck my little pussy so good!”

Terry was happy to oblige. “Mmm… I never guessed you were such a little slut. Begging to get fucked like my own dirty little whore, while I use your hot little cunt like my fuck toy.”

This was madness, but he didn’t care. With a white-knuckled grip on her, he snapped his hips back and forth in a violent rhythm that filled the space between them with wet slaps and made the bed rock and bang against the wall. In layman’s terms, he was fucking Faye, and it was clear she loved every moment of it. With each thrust, he poured all his years of pent up lust and desire for this girl into her body and she would rock and grind her succulent bottom back against his pelvis in a wanton frenzy. Only it wasn’t enough, it would never be enough. He wanted her, all of her, and not just this once…

“Oh… oh my God… oh my God… oh-oh-oh fuck you’re going to make me cum! You’re gonna make me- I’m cumming! I’m cumming!”

Consumed by the wild passion of their forbidden tryst, time seemed to hold its breath as bursts of brilliant colour ignited behind her eyes and the knot in her centre erupted in wild convulsions that rippled with white-hot fire through her nerves, from her core to the tips of her fingers.

“Yeah! Cum for me, Faye,” Terry ordered, supporting her, continuing his furious pace without missing a beat. “Cum all over my cock.”

“Yes!” Faye babbled senselessly, her long legs trembling violently as wave after wave crashed over her, the orgasm extending into two. Then three.

She was only vaguely aware that she was growing light-headed. Fog encroached on the edge of her vision. God, he was too much. “Use me however you want! Make me your little toy… That’s your pussy, it’s yours! I... I love you, Terry! I love you, fuck me whenever you want to… I... I...”

“Oh fuck! Faye!” Caught off guard by her words, his release came upon him so suddenly, it was all Terry could do not to succumb right then and there. He knew he should pull out, but something deep down, dark and very primal, wanted to mark her. To take that final step and claim her as his own. It was that side that won out and with a low grunt, he came inside her, his balls tightening until black spots danced before his eye as he flooded her core with his thick creamy seed.

They collapsed together onto the bed. Exhausted, they rolled and twisted until they found themselves beneath the sheets and curled together, spooning in the bliss that carried them both to sleep. There were no words said. No feelings that needed to be said. They both just knew...

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