Page 336 of S is for SEX

The muscles on his arms flared as he moved his cock. Slightly bent over, his stomach muscles rippled from the fuck me lines on his abdomen to his lower chest. I looked up at his unshaven face and tried to refrain from smiling.

“Don’t argue with me,” he grunted as he looked up.

“Yes sir,” I sighed.

I watched as he continued. As he inhaled a breath, his massive chest swelled. I felt my body tingle each time the ring came in contact with my clit. I closed my eyes. I was so close. If he stuck his cock in me, I’d cum in a second. He knew it and he was torturing me. Methodically, and predictably, his cock continued to slide up to my clit until he flicked it with the ring. The tingling was becoming more like an electric shock. I was done. I opened my eyes, afraid of repercussion if he caught me not watching him torture me.

A puddle of emotion, tears, cum and candle wax, I laid motionless on the bed with my knees to my chest. I watched as a tattooed two hundred and thirty pound tattooed maniac smiled and tortured my clit into a swollen nub. This was what I thought I wanted. This was what I prayed for. This was what I spent five years reading about. This was my dream.

This was Michael Allen Ripton at work.

And I watched, grateful he was mine.

“I’m getting bored,” he sighed as he looked down into my eyes.

I did my best to keep from smiling. I wanted him. Ten inches of thick, pierced, throbbing cock attached to the meanest, most protective, sex crazed maniac in Texas. The combination was sheer heaven.

“Fuck it, I want that pussy,” he breathed.

Thank God.

“Who’s pussy is this,” he asked as he shook his cock at my pussy.

“Yours, Ripp. Ripp’s pussy,” I looked up at the ceiling and screamed.

“Mine,” he bellowed as he slowly pushed himself into me.

I gasped as I felt the tip bottom out inside of me. This position, of all positions, ensured every last inch of him was inside of me. It was painful, but I loved it the same. I closed my eyes and relaxed as I felt him slide in and out twice.

Here it comes.

My entire body felt as if was shaking. Tremors filled me from my ass to my nipples. Holy fuck, I can’t breathe. Confused, I opened my eyes and looked around the room. I closed them again. My body began to tingle all over as I felt the tension within me build.

His cock slid out and then back to bottom. Out, and then back in to bottom. Out again, and then…

I came.

Hard.

“Ohhhhhhh…”

“Fuuuuuckkk,” I groaned.

I opened my eyes to a blurry room. My pussy contracted from deep within, clenching his cock like a vise.

Slowly and steadily he continued to fuck me, his cock swelling inside of me. I continued to cum as I heard his breathing become labored.

And he exploded.

The force of his orgasm inside of me felt like I had been poked. As his warm cum filled me I opened my eyes and smiled. No matter what means caused us to reach this level of pleasure, our simultaneous climax made me want to become a little girl again and cry. I had fallen head over god damned heels for Michael and sharing myself with him made me feel full - it was if I was going to explode. The emotion of having everything I wanted in one man was more than I could take at times, and certainly more than I felt I ever deserved.

“Oh fuuuuck, babe,” he groaned slowly as he looked down at me and collapsed onto my chest.

He turned his head and kissed the left side of my neck. Goosebumps developed on my left arm as he did. I twisted my neck and forced his mouth from my neck with my cheek.

“Don’t move,” I whispered.

He laid there on my chest for a considerable time, until his breathing became shallow and his cock flaccid.

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