Page 153 of S is for SEX

“You know why?” he breathed into my ear.

“Because it’s yours?” I squeaked.

He released my earlobe from between his teeth. “That’s right. My pussy,” he whispered.

Hearing him say it made me a melt. As I felt the tip of his cock pressing against my throbbing pussy, I inhaled sharply, exhaled as he penetrated me, and bit my lower lip in anticipation of what was sure to come.

Slowly and steadily, he began to fuck me. With each stroke I was one step closer to collapsing in a pile on the lounge chair. Still recovering from the squirting, and feeling rather exhausted, I was providing very little to the sexual act with the exception of a wet willing hole.

I moaned as his pace and depth slowly increased. When he reached a point that he was stroking me with every inch of his cock, he dug his fingernails into my shoulders and forced me to arch my back.

“That’ll hit that spot,” he growled into my ear.

And he was right.

The tip of his ever so lovely cock was grinding against my g-spot with each stroke. No differently than someone shoving their fingers into my armpit and tickling me, his stiff cock was positioned perfectly and tickling me sexually.

He released my shoulder, and reached for my breasts. As he squeezed them in his hands, he continued to pull me rearward, forcing his swollen tip into my tingling g-spot.

Although I had no real way of knowing if all women shared my sexual chemistry, my boobs were connected by a direct sensual string to my pussy, and I enjoyed it immensely. As he squeezed them in his hands firmly and continued to fuck me, my body, mind, and spirit began to reach a heightened state of being.

“My tits,” he said as he squeezed them firmly in his hands.

“Yours,” I sighed.

“My fucking ass,” he said as he released my right boob and slapped his hand against my ass.

“Oh God yes. Yours,” I said through my teeth.

He slapped his hand against my ass again harshly, and then again. The force of his swats were a huge turn on, but took my breath completely from my lungs. As I attempted to catch my breath and focus on his cock, his hand gripped my neck.

As he squeezed my neck in his hand and turned my head to the side, I peered upward. His mouth opened slightly and he encompassed my lower lip in between his upper and lower lip, biting it slightly.

As he bit down with slightly more force, I groaned in pleasure. Certainly not for everyone, but a far cry from abusive, this was exactly what I desired in a sexual relationship - rough forceful sex at the hand of a bad boy who was, above all things, a good man.

As he released my lip and began biting along my shoulder he continued to squeeze my neck in his hand. With his left hand steadily squeezing my boob and pinching my nipple, he maintained a direct connection to my throbbing g-spot.

I was close. It was almost time. Reaching a point of sensory overload, my eyes began to open and close rapidly. His cock continued to pound against my g-spot with each stroke, bringing me one step closer to climax.

After dragging his teeth along my shoulder and up my neck, he breathed into my ear.

“Ready?”

“Uhhm,” I stammered.

He released my neck, pressed his hand against the back of my head, and forced my face deep into the bottom cushion of the lounge. Startled, I naturally tried to resist. As I arched my back against his hand, he pushed harder, pressing my face firmly into the bottom of the chair. Now incapable of speaking and barely able to moan, my muffled groans melted into the fabric before they escaped onto the deck of the pool as nothing more than silence.

My helpless state left me feeling sexually owned. Not abused. Not taken advantage of, and certainly not anything but the sexual property of Dalton Biskette. I had become Dalton’s, wholly and completely and he knew it. As he pulled against my hip with his free hand, I groaned into the chair and raised my ass high into the air.

I whimpered into the chair as he pounded himself into me harder and deeper than he ever had. Although I couldn’t see him, I suspected he was standing on the balls of his feet, forcing himself into me as deep as his cock, my pussy, and the laws of physics would allow. As his hips pounded against the cheeks of my ass, my swollen muff throbbed like a beating heart.

As I felt myself reaching climax, I screamed into the chair, his hand still pressing against the back of my head. For the sake of reassuring myself I was owned by the right man, I attempted to raise myself from the chair. A growl in return and a firm hand on my head reminded me I’d chosen the only one to properly tame me.

“Hold still, little girl, we’re almost done.” He growl as he continued to punish me with his throbbing shaft.

I cried out into the chair as I reached climax, sorry the entire neighborhood wasn’t able to hear my screams of pleasure.

I wanted the world to know I was satisfied.

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