Page 357 of S is for SEX

“God…” she moaned.

“You want me to fuck you, huh?” I asked.

“Uh…huh…” she groaned.

“You sure?” I teased as I slowly pulled my cock from her pussy completely.

I looked down at the glistening shaft of my cock, holding the head just beyond the lips of her pussy.

Silence.

Her hair still firm in my hand, she turned her head slightly left and stared at me with crazed eyes.

“Fuck me Shane,” she sighed.

“You sure?” I asked again.

“Uh…huh,’ she responded.

“Sure?”

She arched her back and pressed her swollen pussy against the tip of my cock, causing it to penetrate her slightly. As I felt her pussy encompass the head, I pushed myself into her until my hips were firm against her butt.

She grunted into the pile of rope. I began to pound myself in and out of her soaking wet pussy without so much as an ounce of mercy. Within thirty seconds, she began to climax again. As she began to moan, I teased her.

“Fuck you, huh?” I shouted.

“Uh…”

“Huh…” she breathed.

I thrust myself in and out of her violently, looking down and watching every stroke of my cock. Her pussy continued to contract as she reached a few successive orgasms. She pulled her ass away from me and pressed her hips into the tailgate of the truck, almost causing my cock to fall from inside her pussy.

“You done?” I chuckled as I released her hair.

She turned to face me, shook her head, and tried to catch her breath. In between her short choppy breaths, she attempted to speak her mind.

“No.”

“No, I’m not even…”

“Close.”

She took a short moment and caught her breath completely. As her labored breathing came to be close to normal, she raised her head and smiled.

Still bent over the truck with her ass in the air and her dress over her waist, she grinned, “I told you to fuck me, Shane. Stop dicking around, as you always say. I don’t want to be able to sit on this little pussy for a long time without remembering this. Not at least for a day or two. Now, get busy fucking me or pull those pants up and go to the gym.”

As Kace watched, I stepped back and pulled my boots from my feet. After kicking off my jeans, I slid my boxer shorts down my thighs and kicked them into the back of the truck beside her. As I bent down to remove my socks, she objected.

“Leave the socks on, boss,” she smiled.

“Excuse me?” I asked, still bent over with the sock gripped in my fingers.

“Fuck me in the socks. It’s hot,” she whispered.

I stood and gripped her waist in my hands, lifting her from where she stood. Carefully, I turned her over on her back in the bed of the truck and lowered her head onto the pile of rope.

“This is cold on my back,” she complained.

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