Finals Frenzy 2 - Sex Stories

Finals Frenzy 2

... intrusion. The head of his cock rested against my cervix for a moment, before he leisurely moved in and out again and again. His strokes were slow, dragging my silk-like vice against his shaft. It was as if he was trying to mock me. It was delicious but it wasn't what I wanted; wasn't what I needed; wasn't what I craved. My fingers curled into his dark locks, pulling his face closer to mine. “Fuck me, you bastard. Be a man. Give it to me. Make me scream.” Shock registered on his face for only a moment before his manhood slipped out of me and he raised my hips. Quickly he thrust into me and held his cock deep inside of me. Without time to adjust, my fingers scrambled for the edge of the laundry machine, revelling in the delicious needed viscous friction. Spank! Spank! Spank! Ben’s palm descended onto my soft ass cheeks, sending delicious tremors through my body. Not stopping, he continued to swat my reddened ass cheeks in time with his violent thrusts. “Ooohhhh,” I moaned loudly. My pussy throbbed around his hard shaft as my hips and pussy met his every thrust. Spank! Ben violently yanked on my hair, making my back arch. He fucked me harder, pounding more and more into me . “Is this what you want, slut?” he said, enunciating each word, and drilling his male tool into me. It was what I needed and craved. I wanted to be mercilessly fucked, and here I was, getting rammed so hard with a beautiful cock that I could barely breathe. Anybody could walk into the room and see what ...

... we were doing, but I didn't care. Ben didn't seem to care either. He just kept slamming his throbbing member into me, fast and furious, splitting me open. I loved it. Ben’s hand rubbed my clit callously, pinching and massaging it, making it hurt, pushing me to the threshold. “Yesssss…” I hissed in both pain and pleasure. It was too much. His fingers ruthlessly rubbing my clit, his cock slamming into my tight pussy, the pleasurable ache I felt with each thrust of his hard shaft, and his hurting my nipples, all combined to bring me to the edge. To scream for release. “Take it. Take it!” Ben snarled. His hand and fingers were wrapped around my neck constricting my air intake slightly, but not enough to be dangerous. “This is what you want,” he yelled, “Scream all you want, I don’t care.” “Ben!” I cried out, the guttural scream coming from deep inside my gut. “You’re mine now. Cum for me. I want your cum all over my cock!” His cock strokes slowed down, but his thumb did not stop rubbing my clit and did not stop making the swollen orb hurt. Ben dragged out the pleasure and my need to cum. The tension built, my legs quivered, my toes curled, the muscles in my thighs sung with pain, and my pussy pulsed and contracted. The pleasure was overwhelming as Ben tortured me, not yet, allowing me the release I craved. “Give it to me. Cum for me.” “Uunnghhhhh!” My body convulsed powerfully around him in spasms that were beyond my control. My legs locked around his waist so tightly that his ...