How Do You Want Me? - Sex Stories

How Do You Want Me?

... with panting breaths and guttural moans. "Such a sweet little ass." he moaned, sliding his finger deeper into her, mimicking the thrusts of his cock into her molten pussy. "Baby…" A surge of intense pleasure flushed through her. His finger pulsed inside her, invading her in that unfamiliar, forbidden place, fucking her as his cock pounded into her. It was unlike anything she had ever imagined. and the sensations rippled through her like fire, heating her blood, making her feel completely owned by him and loving it. Her muscles clenched around him, around his finger, around his cock, grasping him and not wanting to let go. When his finger slipped out of her and massaged her entrance again she shuddered, amazed at how much she missed the sensation she had only just begun to enjoy. But he soon gripped her hips with both hands and held her down as he drove into her harder and faster, and she knew, without knowing how, that while he had meant to drive her wild with his exploration of her ass, he had managed to drive himself to near insanity. He leaned forward and grasped her hair, tugging her head back slightly as he pounded into her. She gasped and swallowed, allowing him to pull her back, shaking with the force of his thrusts. With her head tilted up he dipped and kissed her throat and the throbbing pulse he found there, and trailed his tongue up her neck to her ear. When his tongue danced along her earlobe she shivered and when he dipped it inside her ear she sobbed. He ...

... licked down her neck, breathing hard between the rhythmic thrusts of his cock as he drove into her. He swore with explosive pleasure as he fucked her and she rocked back to meet each of his thrusts, to take him deeper. She swayed her back as far as she could so he could plunge further, deeper, harder. And he did. "Tell me." he growled on a ragged breath, tugging her hair and gripping her hip as he fucked her. "Tell me you're mine." His words arrowed right to her clit, to her savaged cunt, and she felt the orgasm rising within her. She wanted nothing more than to obey him, to convulse on his cock, to writhe and squirm and moan as he held her by the hair and the hip and fucked her. He gazed down at her and mutely demanded she not look away and she knew he wanted to see her orgasm flare in her eyes, to watch the pleasure crash over her. He panted and groaned as he thrust and bucked, and his eyes brightened with a kind of pleasure-pain she'd never seen before. He too was close, she could tell. He needed only her release, her surrender, and he would detonate. "You own me." she whispered. "This pussy is yours." He let out a guttural cry and leaned forward, letting go of her as he braced his arms rigidly on either side of her. He fucked her with wild, animal rhythm, slamming against her ass, pushing her down, down into the bed with every powerful thrust. Like her, he was nearing the edge, climbing, climbing, his moans growing into sharp, desperate cries. "Come!" he growled, his voice ...