Page 287 of S is for SEX

This will never work.

I leaned up and slapped his thigh twice.

A million little thoughts ran through my head. I wondered if it was possible that his cock wouldn’t fit inside my pussy. I had never considered it, but I guessed I never really asked anyone if they had heard of it happening before. As he began to pull out, I slapped his leg once, focused, and let out one word.

“Slow,” I sighed.

He nodded his head and looked down at my pussy as he guided himself inside me again. As I felt him pressing inside of me, I took a deep breath and relaxed. The feeling of his huge cock pressing inside of me prevented me from relaxing much, and I became frustrated.

I bit my bottom lip as his cock slowly pushed deep into my wet pussy. It felt like it was in my chest. I exhaled, and took a slow breath. He held his cock deep inside of me, leaned forward, and began to squeeze my breasts.

“Kace,” he said softly.

I looked up.

“Relax, babe. Breathe,” he said.

I nodded. As I felt his cock begin to slide out, I pressed my elbows onto the counter and raised my shoulders. I looked down and watched in amazement as his cock slid in and out of my wet pussy. As I watched him fuck me, I felt as if seeing it happen made it much easier. If it was even possible, it felt as if seeing it made me more lubricated and wet. I watched eagerly as his glistening cock slid in and out of my soaking wet pussy. Each stroke became easier, and I got lost in watching him fuck me.

His stomach muscles flexed as he stood on his tip-toes and slowly pushed himself in and out of me. I focused on his body and watched him admiring mine as his hands now held my upper thighs.

I began to feel as if pressure was building up inside of me. I pressed down on my bottom lip with my teeth. The feeling of having Shane fuck me was almost too much for me to take. I began to tingle, and I felt my breathing change. I was sure I was preparing to have an orgasm, and without a doubt it was going to kill me.

Remembering what I had told him at Ripp’s house a few weeks prior, I wondered what he must be thinking.

But when you decide it’s time, as you say - know this. I like it rough. Think about that. And you better pray to God that you’re ready…

I stopped biting my lip and looked Shane in the eyes. As he looked at me and smiled, his perfect white teeth gleamed. Again, I thought of everything I had read on my Kindle over the past few years. I opened my mouth and stared at Shane’s face.

“Shhhh,” he said softly as he forced himself in and out of me.

I shook my head from side to side.

“Fuck,” I inhaled slowly after the word came out.

“Fuck me,” I exhaled as I spoke.

I can do this.

“Fuck me hard, Shane. Fuck me hard. Please,” I begged.

He sped up his pace.

I shook my head and waved my arms in the air like a child wanting to be picked up by his mother.

He moved his hands from my waist to my armpits, and lifted me up. He slid his forearms under my armpits, his hands behind my back, and lifted me from the counter. I wrapped my arms around his neck, my legs around his waist, and laid my head on his shoulder. Immediately, I felt calm.

I whispered in his ear, “No. Fuck me. Please. Fuck me. I want to remember this.”

He began thrusting his hips upward, his upper thighs and hips bouncing against my ass as his cock slid deep inside of me.

“Against the wall,” I begged.

I’d seen the pictures on Tumblr at work of women being fucked against the wall by a muscular man. I wanted it. As he carried me to the wall I became more excited. As I felt my back against the cold surface, I tensed and took a quick breath.

“Do it,” I growled.

He slid his hands from my back to under my ass. Slowly, he began to fuck me against the wall, his hands cupped under my ass cheeks. I closed my eyes, thinking of the books, the pictures and the fact we had finally made it to this point.

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