Page 90 of Thick & Thin

And then he kissed me again, stepping forward until I could feel his hard, hot cock against the inside the crease of my thigh. I reached between us and grasped him, my fingers wrapping tightly as I tugged up.

He broke the kiss and laid his head back with a hiss. “Fuck, yes.”

Things moved fast from that point. One second, I was holding his dick in my hand, and the next, he was pushing my panties to the side and pressing into me.

It wasn’t sweet.

It wasn’t nice.

It was desperate.

It was right.

The first and only time I had sex was with Josh, and I had been on top. It wasn’t until he was nearing the end that he had flipped me over and took over. This wasn’t like that. He had total control, rocking into me so hard and fast I couldn’t seem to catch my breath.

The table shook beneath us, the legs scraping against the linoleum floor, and the salt and pepper shakers in the center rattling. He stared into my eyes, all confidence and man, and when I tried to look away, he wrapped a strong hand around my neck. Lightly squeezing the sides and holding my face straightforward while his thrusts grew even harder and faster.

“Oh my God,” I whined, unable to push a full-bodied sound from my voice box.

My eyes watered with pleasure as my body clutched onto his glides and thrusts until I felt myself growing tighter and the satisfaction growing sharper.

“I’m going to come,” I squeaked as a tear of ecstasy rolled down my cheek.

His hand grew tighter around my neck, and the fingers of his other hand dug into my hip, holding me still as he fucked me ruthlessly.

“Do it,” he demanded. “I want to feel your pussy get tighter around my cock when you explode on it.”

My body went stiff, and my mouth fell open as my orgasm crashed over me. I didn’t blink. I didn’t make a noise. I just held on to him as he fucked me through the best climax I had ever experienced in my life.

When I came back to myself and my body went lax, he pulled out and backed away. His cock stood on end, glistening with my release as he fell into the kitchen chair closest to him.

“Come here,” he said.

I pulled my nightgown down, covering my thick thighs as I slid from the kitchen table. Then I walked over to him. He reached up my gown, his fingers skimming the sides of my legs, and then he rolled my panties down until they were loose enough to drop to my ankles. I stepped out of them and kicked them to the side.

“Ride me,” he croaked. “Just like last time.”

I wasn’t usually one to be told what to do, but when it came to sex, it was different. I straddled his lap before lowering myself onto him once again. He felt deeper with me on top, the tip of his dick seemed to skim the hard to reach nerves inside, and as soon as I began to move, the feeling was almost too unbearable.

The first time with Josh had felt great, but it was nothing like this.

No.

This was fucking amazing.

He grasped my hips, his large fingers digging into my flesh, and he stared up at me with wonder in his eyes as if he was feeling something he had never felt before. His breathing was loud and hard, mixing with sounds of pleasure and whispered growls.

“That’s it, baby. Ride me. Take my cock how you like it.”

I loved it when he talked to me that way.

Demanding and dirty.

I did as he asked.

I moved my hips in the ways that felt good for me. I worked in circles and back and forth. I moved up and down in long, fluid strokes to short, fast ones. It all felt amazing, and it wasn’t long until I was panting once again, feeling a tightening and a pulling in my lower stomach.

Throughout the entire time, he sat back and watched, giving me praise and telling me how good I felt. It was the sexiest thing I had ever seen in my life.

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