How Do You Want Me? - Sex Stories

How Do You Want Me?

... surged through her and made her hips buck. He followed her, never taking his mouth or hands from her, just rode with her wherever her jerking hips took him. When she finally shuddered and let out a final breathless cry of release she felt him pull back from her, leaving her flesh quivering and twitching, her body weak and yet somehow desperate for more. She felt him rise up, still behind her, and run his hands appreciatively over the swell of her ass and her hips. He gripped her hips and guided his cock into her drenched pussy with one long, luscious stroke. She threw her head back and moaned, her cunt parting for his cock, yielding to it, opening at his command. The sensation of being taken like this was so new and so strange, yet so wonderfully primitive, and she pushed back against him hungrily, greedily, taking as much of his cock as she could accommodate. He groaned as he filled her, burying himself in her completely, until she could feel the solid, heavy weight of his body pressing against her ass. He was so deep, so very deep, filling her, owning her, claiming her body as though it belonged to him, because in this moment, this breathless, timeless moment, it did. And then he was withdrawing, and she felt her pussy protest with a firm, clenching grip. He slid out smoothly and then drove into her again, and the sensation of it ignited her all over again. He gripped her hips and groaned and she could tell his head too was thrown back in ecstasy, his eyes closed, his mind ...

... a tumult of ecstasy and driving lust. As if guided by that lust alone, he began to thrust, falling into a deep, forceful rhythm, his rigid cock stretching her each time. She moaned with each stroke, feeling the power of his hips as they slapped against her, imagining the strong muscles of thighs flexing and straining to drive his cock into her deeper and harder every time. He crashed against her, his short breaths matching his pace, his moans of pleasure spiking as senseless words spilled from his lips His hands kneaded her ass possessively as he thrust into her, holding her still for his demanding cock. His rhythm was fast and frenzied, invading her pussy relentlessly, until he slowed slightly and she felt his right hand begin to drift. He leaned forward and stroked her lips with one finger, gently, almost reverently, and then gently slid it inside her mouth. She sucked it with an almost instinctive need, closing her eyes against the raw sensation of it, sucking it fiercely as though it were his cock. Such an intimate invasion, so dominant and yet so gentle, and she began to suck to the rhythm of his cock as he fucked her, moaning shamelessly, savouring every part of him she could. And then he withdrew his finger and brushed it across her rear opening in a slow, deep swirl, and she almost came. She cried out, heedless of the desperate, pleading sound that echoed through the room. He massaged the tight pink flesh with his finger, and fucked her even harder, driving into her ...