Riding Out The Storm - Sex Stories

Riding Out The Storm

... for more. My hands went to his head, my fingers curled in his hair, and I pulled his face closer to my dripping pussy. My breathing was turning irregular as I felt my body tensing. “Oh…oh yes, lick me, bite me…” I moaned as I felt my orgasm mounting, getting closer, closer. But then he stopped. “No!” I cried out in an agonizing plea. “Payback, baby,” he said. I wasn’t going to let him do that to me, and I ran my fingers through the swollen wet folds of my pussy, needing to find that spot, needing to make it happen. But he took my hand and pulled it away, then held both my hands over my head. “No,” he said. “You cruel bastard,” I cussed him. “I want to cum.” “And you will,” he said as he let go of my hands and pulled my hips closer to him. Upon mounting me, he drove his cock into my pussy, and with a couple of thrusts, he buried his bone deep inside my aching cunt. After burrowing as deep as he could, he pulled out, then slammed into me again, and again, over and over, his balls slapping against my ass with every thrust. But then he slowed and laid more on his side. I ran my leg over his hip and we continued with a slow grind while I watched him put his hand on my breast and rub his palm against it, squeezing my flesh with his fingers. He bent his head forward, his cock deep inside me still, and bit down on my nipple so hard he made me cry out in pain. He stopped his biting and switched to soothing my aching nipple with licks and kisses. I wanted the same for my other tit, ...

... but he neglected my wishes and withdrew his cock from me. He then took my hand and placed it on my wet pussy. “Play with your pussy for me,” he said while kneeling up and slowly stroking his glazed cock. “I want to watch you cum.” He had a strange way of making love, but I liked it. So I gave him what he wanted and began to stroke my pussy and rub my clit. I slipped two fingers of my right hand deep inside my juicy cunt, feeling the juices lubricating my fingers while I fingered myself while using the thumb of my left hand on my clit. It wasn’t long before I felt that familiar tenseness starting back up. I felt the pressure rising in my gut and I couldn’t have stopped the horny moans escaping my lips if I had tried. “That’s it baby,” he said, his voice hoarse. “Make it happen.” “Oh God...Ohh God!” I cried out, my voice jittery, my fingers moving faster, faster, fucking my wet pussy. Getting closer…closer. My belly tightened, my body tensed and I couldn’t breathe… then sweet release as I felt my pussy contracting again and again. He pulled my fingers from my pussy as I was still in the throes of an orgasm, and I felt his cock thrust into me… deep inside my hot cunt. He fucked me fast and hard until I heard him groaning and moaning as he released a flood of cum inside my pussy. He collapsed beside me on the bed, face down, and we both laid still as we regained out breath and our strength. Neither of us spoke. There was no “Wow, that was great!” or “Was it good for you?” Just the ...