Page 331 of S is for SEX

“Two. God damn you. Two,” she barked.

I watched the muscles in her thighs as she lowered herself onto my cock again. Her skin, the shape of her body, her tight muscled ass and her tight shaved little pussy were providing me more pleasure than I had ever recalled having. Taking almost all of my cock into her wetness, her legs shook. I felt as If I was going to erupt.

I was done.

Completely.

This was going to be embarrassing if I couldn’t last. The dominant male who makes it ten minutes. I couldn’t let it happen. Not the first time. Not ever. There was no possible way I would last through another stroke. As she slowly rose up the shaft of my cock, groaning, I let go of her hip and slapped her left ass cheek.

“Change of plans,” I shouted, “turn around and face me.”

“Is this a trick?” she asked as she pressed against my cock with her pussy, beginning another stroke.

She took an inch of it inside of her.

I considered shoving up on her ass cheek and pushing her off my cock. There was no way…

Pleasing you pleases her, Ripp. That’s what a submissive desires.

I bit my lip and watched as she lowered herself onto my cock, taking it all the way to the base.

Oh fuck, here we go. I’m going to fucking cum. Holy fuck.

She groaned as she slowly rose up the shaft of my cock.

“Four!” she hollered as she lowered herself onto me again.

She began to press herself against me as my cock began to swell. I felt as if my head was going to explode as she pressed herself against the shaft of my cock. I grabbed her left hip and buried her pussy onto my cock and held her there as I groaned and rolled my eyes.

My cock twitched as I continued to cum in spurts, groaning the entire time. As I regained my vision and composure, I released her hip and sighed.

“Don’t move,” I demanded.

“Holy shit. Your tight little pussy is amazing. I’m going to have to work up to six strokes. Sorry babe, I couldn’t make it,” I laughed.

“So, are the rules out the window?” She asked over her shoulder.

“Yeah, don’t move, damnit,” I said as she shifted her wright on my sensitive cock.

“So, no repercussion for anything?” she asked.

“No why?” I asked.

“I came,” she smiled.

“When?” I asked.

“How many strokes did we make?”

“Four,” I responded.

“I came eight times,” she laughed, “each in stroke and each out.”

“Seriously?” I asked.

She nodded and opened her mouth. Her lower teeth were red with blood.

“What the fuck,” I gasped as I rose up on my elbows and looked into her mouth.

“Biting my lip between counting,” she said.

“Holy fuck,” I breathed.

“Precisely,” she responded, “Holy fuck is right.”

I couldn’t agree more, I thought. This woman was something else.

Holy fuck.

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