Page 190 of S is for SEX

My entire body shook from another five-minute-long orgasm. Webster’s Dictionary should have a picture of the face I made through the course of having it under the definition for orgasmic bliss. As I came back down to earth, I realized although I meant to say Oh my God, and I actually flubbed it into Oh my Axton. It was, however, a perfect expression for how I felt. Right now, Axton, to me, was God. He was my beginning and my end. My savior, my salvation, my bad-boy, and my alpha male biker, he was my…

Holy shit!

As he pulled down his pajama pants, I almost passed out. His cock was rigid and massive. From taking two showers with him, I knew it was huge, but I had no idea it would grow into what was between his legs. As he stood there stroking it, I realized I had no idea he’d even stopped licking me. I must have slipped away to some other distant place for a moment. Maybe it was the fact that deep down inside I wanted him more than I had ever wanted anything or anyone in my life.

As his knee pressed into the comforter, and I felt his full weight being added to the bed, I wanted to ask about protection, diseases, and at least tell him I was precautious enough to have been taking birth control, just in case. As he climbed into place on top of me, I stared down past his massive chest, chiseled stomach, flaring biceps, and focused on his rigid cock. I opened my mouth and inhaled a short breath.

“Fuck me,” escaped my lips.

I should really have him wear a condom.

“Fuck me,” I screamed.

“Now. Just fuck me. Please?” I pleaded.

His hand moved to his cock. I closed my eyes. Even though I was soaked, and my pussy was beyond willing, the pressure against my pussy was horrendous. His cock was huge and if pussies came in sizes, mine was without a doubt an X-Small. I bit my lip. I felt as if my hips became dislodged somehow. As soon as he finally penetrated me I opened my eyes in disbelief. The pain, although deep and dull, was pleasurable. As he slowly worked himself in and out, I began to feel more and more like this might actually work. I suppose, in a perfect world, a large cock and a small pussy are the perfect combination. The beginning, no doubt, is utter hell.

I’d always day dreamed about being with a bad-boy and having them do with me as they wished; tossing me around from room to room and maneuvering me through no less than half a dozen various sexual positions. Possibly held upside down while being eaten out, or being bent over the hand rail at a football game and being fucked from behind while the crowd cheered us on.

Having Axton on top of me exceeded any expectation whatsoever of crazy bad-boy sex. His weight against me, his chest pressed to mine, and his warm breath against my neck was far more of a turn-on than anything I had or would expect to ever experience. As his hands pressed into my shoulders, he worked his massive swollen manhood in and out of my wet, tight pussy. The flesh on flesh friction, combined with being completely filled with cock proved to be all too much, and I felt myself begin to return to my heavenly orgasmic place.

I felt the dress being lifted over my head. Momentarily, I opened my eyes and attempted to focus.

“I want to feel your skin on mine,” he said.

I nodded my head and opened my mouth to say something in acknowledgement, but nothing happened. I was lost in his slow, methodical thrusts. As I felt his cock begin to swell, I bit my lip and prepared for my orgasmic explosion. Slowly, he pulled himself from inside me.

I opened my eyes in disbelief.

As he stroked his cock and pointed it at my stomach, I stared in disbelief. Although I’d love to see him jack-off and cover me in his cum, I opened my mouth. This time words actually spilled from my lips.

“Inside me. I’m on the pill. God, please. Inside me!” I barked.

As I felt his cock against my wet mound, I sighed. Within a few seconds, I was back to where I was, tingling from head-to-toe, preparing to be launched into space. As I once again felt him begin to swell, I opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling. His cock continued to thrust in and out of me like a man possessed was behind it.

As I heard him release a groan which would wake the dead, I joined in with my own scream of pleasure. Together, as we both reached climax, the sound of our voices was enough to cause any sane person within a mile to call the police. I shifted my gaze to meet his. His back arched, his hands held high above his head, and his fists clenched, he looked like a tattooed Greek God. As he unclenched his fists and ran his fingers through his short curly hair, he looked down and smiled.

A new smile.

One with white teeth gleaming, and the sides of his mouth curled up to depict what could only be described as…

Progress.

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