Page 211 of S is for SEX

As my mouth slid to her shoulder, I bit into the meaty upper portion of her back until I felt the muscle tightly bound between my teeth. A string of blubbered expletives and a few gyrations of her hips later, she arched her back and moaned loudly into the open room.

Her pussy contracted around my swollen cock as she bucked her hips back and forth rhythmically. Within a few seconds, she went limp.

“Oh…Fuck…” she whimpered as she collapsed onto the bed.

After a few seconds of silence, all of which included my dick still being buried deep inside of her, she raised her chest from the bed and peered over her shoulder.

Her eyes were incapable of completely hiding the slight worry which obviously filled her mind.

“You’re not done?” she asked.

I wanted to be thatman. The guy she proudly told her friends about in the bar over a bottle of beer. The one she came back to time and time again, the man she was afraid each and every time just might fuck her to death, but she was incapable of walking away from. The person, when the time was right, she eventually would fall in love with, knowing he was completely willing – and capable – of satisfying her each and every desire.

I wanted to be the one.

“Far from it,” I growled as I gripped her waist in my hands.

“Where have you been all my life,” she breathed.

Whether she realized it or not, she had already placed me atop a pedestal. I felt like a complete success, and was filled with an unbelievable sense of pride. Her remark left me feeling even more so. Now with an inflated sense of sexual self-esteem, I gazed down at her, fixed my eyes on her, and responded in a manner much different than I ever would have expected.

“Waiting to meet someone who could take all the sexual punishment I like to deliver,” I responded.

She buried her face in the comforter and screamed in apparent joy. After a few seconds of silence, she raised her head, glanced over her shoulder, and grinned.

“Your search is over, Wilson. Whether you know it or not, she’s bent over in front of you with your fat cock throbbing inside of her,” she said.

With her waist still in my hands, I slowly began to work myself in and out of her wet mound. As I did so, I grinned in return, fully believing her stubborn nature and my self-pride would prevent either one of us from giving up.

But I was prepared to find out.

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