Page 214 of S is for SEX

“You little tease,” he said through his teeth.

He released my lip and moved his mouth to my ear.

“Not…a…tease,” I muttered.

“Raise your arms,” he breathed into my ear as he pounded his hips into my ass.

I raised my arms above my head in compliance. He slowly pulled himself from inside of me and raised the dress over my head. As he tossed it aside, he guided himself into my now soaking wet pussy.

I couldn’t count how many times I had been fucked in the past; I had been the girl who every other girl in school called a slut. It was far from the truth, my problem was that I really enjoyed sex, and fucking was something I rarely felt I could get enough of, no matter how many times I did it.

Being fucked by Wilson was an entirely new experience. I now felt like all of my other sexual encounters were me being fucked with, and not being truly fucked. With Wilson, there was no doubt in my mind what he was doing. He was fucking me.

And he was fucking me good.

Standing in my Red Bottom leopard heels with Wilson pounding himself into my pussy as if he were punishing me, the balls of my feet were on fire and my head was spinning.

In the past, reaching climax was difficult, infrequent, and time consuming. At best, it happened once during sex.

And then I met Wilson.

I found out through him that my orgasms could be multiple, more satisfying, and quite draining of my desire to continue.

His hands pressed hard into my torso, and slowly worked their way to my boobs. As his fingers began to pinch my nipples, I flinched from the pain. I loved having my nipples pinched, and it seemed to be somehow directly tied to my reaching climax if done at the right time. As I wagged my knees back and forth and rocked on the toes of my shoes, he continued to twist my nipples in his very capable fingers.

“You’ve got a tight little pussy,” he growled into my ear.

My response was broken and choppy. “It’s…your…fat…cock,” I breathed.

I knew I wouldn’t last much longer. His warm breath in my ear, his fingers twisting my nipples, and my little pussy stuffed full of his throbbing cock was more than enough to bring me to quick climax.

The sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoing through the living room was the deciding factor. As I became almost hypnotized by the sound, our scent, and the feeling of his long thick dick sliding in and out of me, I began to tingle from my nipples to my soaking wet twat.

“Oh…fuck…” I howled.

“Oh fuck is right, you little tease,” he growled as he bit my ear.

And that was it.

The minute he bit my ear, I burst into an earth shattering, mind-blowing, muscle numbing orgasm. As my legs began to quiver and I fought to stay on my feet, he continued to fuck me until I finally collapsed on the floor.

With the inside of my thighs and the crack of my ass covered in my juices, and my legs still quivering, I gazed up at him. Standing over me with a twitching stiff cock and his slacks around his knees, he grinned.

“What the fuck?” I whined as I attempted to raise myself to my feet.

He placed one hand on his hip and raked the fingers of his other hand through his mop of hair.

“Wasn’t done,” he muttered.

“Didn’t mean you had to fuck me into retardation,” I said as I attempted to raise myself to my feet.

He gazed down at me and chuckled. “If you stand up, I’m going to fuck you. Look at it like a boxing match. Just stay down.”

“Seriously?” I said in a smart-assed tone.

He gripped his massive cock in his hand, shook it at me, and nodded his head.

I liked this side of Wilson. It was not a huge change from when we met, just enough to remove a thin layer of his upbringing and expose his true inner being. If he thought for one minute I was going to stay on the floor, he was wrong. I pressed my palms on against the floor, straightened my elbows, and raised myself onto my quivering legs.

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