Page 120 of S is for SEX

He began to fuck me. Not the type of fucking he had given me in the past when he really wanted to prove a point or show me who was boss. Not like the day he drove the couch into the wall, or the evening he fucked me across the living room carpet until he had scabs on his knees and my ass was covered in carpet burns.

Not like that.

But a good, solid, steady, deep, predictable stroke.

The kind of stroke a girl can get lost in feeling. The kind of stroke only the right man can give; a man with a big, thick, long cock.

The slow stroke that allows a girl to feel every inch of the shaft as it slides in, and every inch of it as it slides out, almost counting the inches with each stroke, anticipating feeling the rim as it passes the lips each time. The stroke that is so predictable she can bite her lower lip just before the head bottoms out, because it’s impossible for every inch of that big thick cock to penetrate her fully.

Yeah, that stroke.

“Fuck yes,” I grunted as he fucked me. “Right there, that’s it.”

His hands gripped my waist, and pulled me back ever so slightly as he pushed himself into me. As he pulled his hips back, he pushed me with his hands, making sure his cock slid right to the point of tickling my pussy lips.

He continued to fuck me in the same manner until my head was spinning and I was close to reaching my second back yard orgasm.

“You two coming in?”

I opened my eyes, recognizing the voice as Axton’s. Vince didn’t change his pace or slow his stroke, but kept fucking me as if nothing was going on. Although I really couldn’t hear our breathing, our skin touching, or his grunting, everything seemed to be amplified now, and I could hear everything.

“Where the fuck are you?”

Shit, he’s getting closer.

Vince’s cock continued to slide inside of me, slide out, and slide back in. The same pace, the same intensity, and the same great fucking feeling.

Fuck it.

I closed my eyes and bit my bottom lip. The thought of Axton walking around looking for us was weird, but with my eyes closed, it really didn’t matter. Strangely, I felt comfort in not knowing where he was or what he was seeing, but while Vince was fucking me, I imagined Axton standing behind the waterfall watching Vince fuck me.

And I liked it.

I clenched my eyes tight and focused on the feeling of his thick cock.

“Food’s ready.”

Yeah, so am I.

A few more strokes and I was done. My pussy began to clench around his cock and I felt him begin to swell inside of me. His rhythmic thrusting continued as his hands gripped my hips a little tighter, and I felt my muscles begin to tighten.

I lifted myself onto my tip-toes and held it for a second…

And relaxed.

The intensity of my orgasm was beyond anything I had ever experienced with Vince or alone. I felt as if my head exploded as he held his cock deep inside of me. For a few seconds of heightened hypersensitivity, I could feel his cock throbbing inside of me.

Eventually, my climax lessened and I opened my eyes.

“Holy shit,” I whispered as I turned and glanced over my shoulder.

Vince slowly pulled his cock from inside of me and started to stroke it rapidly.

“What are you…”

He raised his left hand to his lips. “Shhh. Watch.”

With his jeans around his thighs and his wrinkled shirt dangling at the base of his cock, he jacked it like his life depended on it. Watching him stroke his cock was something I always wanted to see, and seeing it was quickly exceeding my expectations.

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