Page 361 of S is for SEX

I felt my wetness begin to literally run down my thigh. Hearing him talk like this, and knowing subconsciously he truly loved me was more than I could take. I may not last the fifteen minutes he normally lasts if he keeps this up for much longer.

He pulled backward on my hair sharply, and pulled his cock from my mouth. The pain on the back of my scalp tingled as I looked up.

What did I do wrong?

Standing over me with his cock in his hand, he slowly stroked it. I looked up into his eyes and waited. He shook his head slowly and shoved his cock back into my mouth. As he held my hair, pressing my head into his cock, I did my best to please him.

“Suck it,” he grunted.

“Suck that big fat cock.”

“You want me to fuck you? You want to feel that big fucker in that little wet pussy of yours?” he asked.

His cock still in my mouth, I looked up and nodded my head. I felt sharp pain on the back of my head as he pulled my hair and stepped back from where he stood.

“Pull your shorts down, you little cocksucker,” he demanded.

I reached under my dress and fumbled to find my panties. As I eagerly pushed them to mid-thigh, he reached under my dress and yanked them harshly, breaking them from my thighs. He held the torn panties in his hand and turned me around to face the sofa.

“Bend your little ass over and spread your butt cheeks,” he said as he pressed his free hand into my upper back.

Oh god yes.

I bent over the arm of the couch and reached back and spread my lower butt with my fingertips. He dropped the torn panties on the cushion below me and grabbed my waist. As I felt him begin to fill my pussy with his thick cock, I bit my lip and waited.

As his hands gripped my waist, he began to find his rhythm and fuck me forcefully. His hips slapping against me ass made a sound I loved to hear. As I closed my eyes and focused on the sound of our skin slapping together, I began to feel myself come to climax.

“Oh god. Fuck me Shane”

Never stop fucking me.

As I began to cum, he must have sensed it, or felt my pussy contracting. He says he can feel it on his cock. I looked down as I felt his hand under my stomach. As he began to rub my clit, he continued to pound away at fucking my pussy hard.

My body filled with a tingling feeling from my boobs to my pussy. As he continued to shove his cock in and out of me, I bit my lip and groaned.

“Shane…”

I buried my face into the pillow on the arm of the couch and groaned into it as I came harder than I can remember in many months. As I came he continued to pound away and finger my clit. Electricity shot through my entire body as his finger ticked my swollen clit. After a few strokes, I felt myself begin to climax again. Suddenly, he hoisted me from the couch and turned me to face him.

Heaving for my next breath, I stared at him, wondering what was next. Sexually, I was Shane’s.

I’m always Shane’s.

Standing in front of me with a stiff cock and an eight pack of abs, he reached under my armpits and picked me up from the floor. As he raised me from my feet, I watched the muscles on his biceps flare. Seeing him in this type of physical condition was enough in itself to make me wet. After three or four steps, my back was to the wall. After lowering me to the floor, he reached down and grasped my upper thighs in each hand.

As he picked me from the floor, I bent my legs at the knees. My back now against the wall, he held me suspended from the floor, and shoved his cock deep inside of me. I closed my eyes as my back and head banged against the wall with each stroke.

“I love fucking you,” he grunted.

“I love being…”

“Fucked by…”

“You,” I heaved.

His hips slapped against my upper thighs as he forced me into the wall. With each stroke, my head banged against the wall, reminding me just who was in charge of what we were doing. Something about being held in the air and having him fuck me made me feel as if I was truly his. Shane Dekkar’s little slut.

For a few more minutes.

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