Page 39 of S is for SEX

The tips of his fingers dug deep into the flesh of my ass, and he began to fuck me without reservation, or much mercy.

It was wonderful.

With each stroke, I huffed a breath, trying my best to stay in rhythm with his forceful thrusts.

“Too much cock for you?” he asked.

My response came past my lips like a shot. “Excuse me?”

He pulled his hips back, paused, and then slammed it in balls-deep. “Is my cock too big?”

I exhaled. “No.”

He withdrew himself until the tip was tickling my throbbing clit.

“Are you sure?”

I gripped the pillows firmly. “Positive.”

He thrust his hips forward with so much force that it drove the air from my lungs.

“Sure?” he asked.

“Actually,” I said. “I wish it was a little bigger. But I’ll see if you can make up for it in form and stamina.”

Adam had a temper – and a competitive side – and on that morning, I found out how to push his buttons. He fucked me like he needed to prove a point, and prove a point he did.

When he finally decided I’d had enough, he allowed himself to reach climax. At the time, I was flat on my back, exhausted, and giving no more verbal resistance.

“I’m going to come all over you,” he said.

I’d already had more orgasms than I could count. “Do it,” I breathed. “Cover me.”

He pulled himself from inside of me and began to stroke his cock over my stomach. With the early morning sun seeping in through the windows, I watched eagerly.

His back arched, his muscular torso tightened, and he bellowed out into the room.

The come shot from the tip of his dick in spurts, covering my stomach, tits, and neck in its wet warmth.

Seeing him come so violently was a huge turn-on, and a great finale for our sex-filled night.

After the last drop escaped him, he let out a breath.

I gazed at the cum, and then at him. “That was hot.”

He flexed his bicep. “Not bad for a crippled old man, huh?”

“Not bad at all,” I said with a smile.

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