Page 210 of S is for SEX

I glanced downward and nodded my head. “Uh huh.”

“Yeah, most guys don’t. But damn, dude, you’ve got some sexy trunks. And your chest…” she said as her eyes shifted upward slightly.

As she studied my torso, she reached between her legs and rubbed herself with her fingers. After a moment, and without saying a word, she raised her hand in the air and turned her palm toward me. The inside of her fingers glistened in the light.

“See that?” she asked as she shifted her eyes to meet mine.

With each nod of my head I felt my cock twitch upward a little more. I bit my bottom lip slightly and attempted to swallow.

“Uhhm.”

She shifted her eyes toward her hand and grinned. “Looking at you makes me wet. I need that cock, Wilson. And I need it now.”

She turned toward the bed, bent over, and rested her forearms on the comforter. After arching her back slightly and tossing her head from side to side, her hair settled in the center of her back.

“Get ahold of my hair,” she said. “And I like being bitten. Neck, shoulders, ears, lips…”

I pushed my underwear past my stiff cock and along my thighs. After kicking them to the side I gazed down at my socks. It seemed rather silly to leave them on, but considering that she had asked me to, I felt I should comply. Now standing behind her with a raging hard-on and a mountain of desire to please her, I felt lost as to what my next step should be.

“Just do it,” she said over her shoulder.

The entire process from carrying her into the room until I stood naked behind her hadn’t taken two minutes, but it seemed like an eternity. As much as I wanted to hold her, kiss her, and caress her entire body, I desperately desired to comply with her wishes and fulfill her desires. I reached down, gathered her hair in my hand, and pulled against it slightly.

“No, I’m going to need you to pull that shit,” she said.

I tugged a little harder.

“More,” she said.

I pulled it tight in my hand.

“More,” she moaned.

Only to prove a point, I pulled it harder than I was sure she wanted me to.

“Perfect,” she grunted.

Standing behind her staring down at her narrow back and her tattoo covered body with her hair held tight in my hand, I felt powerful; not only as if I was in charge, but also capable of providing her exactly what she wanted, desired, and ultimately, needed.

With my free hand I reached down and guided my cock between her legs. As I felt the tip penetrate her wet folds, I closed my eyes and sighed. Cautiously, I pushed my hips forward, opened my eyes, and gazed down beyond her little round ass. Slowly, my stiffness disappeared inside of her.

“Oh God,” she moaned as I buried myself deep inside of her.

I shifted my eyes to my hair-filled hand, almost forgetting what I was doing. After watching my soaking wet shaft slide completely out of her equally wet pussy, I pushed myself deep inside of her and pulled against her hair as I did so.

“Fuck yes. Fuck me, Wilson,” she howled as my cock bottomed out inside of her.

It was all the encouragement I seemed to need. I continued to pull against her hair, thrusting myself in and out of her forcefully as the sound of our bodies slapping against each other echoed throughout the room. Every few strokes, she let out a wail or groaned in pleasure. Her moaning seemed to provide fuel for me to continue, and continue I did. After several minutes of uninterrupted fucking, I found myself tugging against her hair with much more force and pounding myself inside of her without an ounce of restraint.

As I watched her begin to shudder from the force of my hips pounding against her ass, my eyes eventually went unfocused and I slowly took every bit of her perfectly shaped body into memory. Her tattoos, her shape, her smell, the sounds she made, how it felt to feel myself inside of her tight wet warmth…I absorbed it all.

And, as my mind came back into focus, I recalled her desire to be bitten.

I continued to methodically work myself in and out of her, bending at the waist as I did so. Maintaining pressure on her hair, and pulling against it until her back arched from the force, I leaned forward and encompassed her ear with my lips.

“Son-of-a…” she moaned as I nibbled on her ear lobe.

I bit into the fleshy lower lobe of her ear as I held myself deep inside of her. The harder I bit, the louder she groaned in pleasure. I cinched the lobe in my teeth and pulled against it slightly. In return, she wailed in pleasure. I released her ear and moved my mouth along her neck, dragging my teeth against her skin as I did so. Her continued moaning provided assurance I was doing exactly what she had hoped.

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