Page 60 of S is for SEX

It took me a minute to realize just what he was asking me. Only after clearing my mind of the blissful thoughts that filled it did I remember that I’d all but demanded that he hit me.

“Anywhere,” I responded.

He playfully tapped the side of my head with the inside of his right glove. The smell of leather filled my nostrils. It reminded me of the gym, fighting, and our little living room brawl. It was exactly what I had hoped for, but I wanted more.

“Harder. Ass. Face. I don’t care,” I growled. “Just hit me. Hit me and fuck me.”

He continued to fuck me rhythmically, his hands lightly bouncing off the sides of my face and the back of my ass while he did so.

I was about to reach climax.

“Harder,” I grunted.

His gloves began to rain down on me, one after the other, while he continued to fuck me. His balls banged against my pussy. His hands banged against the side of my face. And, his cock banged against spots inside of me I was unaware even existed.

My mind escaped me and my legs began to shake.

I arched my back and cried out. “Holy fuuuuuck!”

I felt his cock swell, and he did the same.

“Aaaarrrghhh,” he growled.

The orgasm worked its way from my toes to my temples. Simultaneously, a tingling from deep inside my pussy seemed to burst well within me, leaving me in an almost confused state of being. I buried my face into the couch cushion and screamed. It was an orgasm unlike anything I had felt in the past, and I was certain – at least at that moment – that I would never live to feel another like it again.

A few seconds into my sexual release, and I realized he wasn’t done fucking me. Still groaning into the now silent room, his cock burst inside of me, causing me to reach climax again, in a different fashion altogether.

He held his cock in place and continued to groan. My body shook and shuddered, exhausted from the fighting, the sex, and the two-hour workout that led to it all.

My upper body collapsed onto the couch. He flopped down beside me. I felt his cum run down my inner thigh.

I didn’t care.

We turned our heads to face one another.

“That was fucking hot,” he said.

“Uh huh,” I murmured. “Your cock. It’s--”

“Too big?”

I was going to say huge.

“No,” I said. “It’s perfect.”

“Good, because there for a while I was afraid it wasn’t going to fit in your tight little pussy.”

You’re not the only one.

“You like it?”

He blinked his eyes and sighed. “Yeah.”

“Good,” I said. “Because now it’s ruined.”

He blinked and stared. “What do you mean?”

Believe me, you’d never understand.

“Nothing,” I lied. “I think I’m delirious.”

And that, at least, was true.

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