Mind Games (Part 2/2) - Sex Stories

Mind Games (Part 2/2)

... and I was sure it was more than I could take. He did it again, and again and every time I gasped and clenched but he didn’t let up. I felt so tight with tension, my back arched, my body pushed back towards him. There was nothing else to absorb the force of his thrusts. They made me feel desperate and relieved all at once. Five weeks of pent-up aggression. I thought of him; the short sentences, cold words and what he must have been feeling inside for all those long training sessions. “Is this what you like?” he growled. “You like me fucking you this way?” I couldn’t answer. My mind was a mess. Every time he slammed deep, the wind was knocked out of me. His hand was running down my side, tracing my sweat-slickened flank and then without warning, his palm slapped against me hard. “Fuck!” It stung but there was something sweet about the pain. I didn’t bother to protest when he did it again, timing it to the hard slamming of his cock. I had never felt so wanton before. I wanted anything he wanted to give me – in that moment there was no way I would have refused any of his requests. His hand left my side and moved to my clit, rubbing it hard and before I could protest, I felt the orgasm rush through me, hard, fast and wonderfully gratifying. Mats was seemingly unaffected. He drove on, even as I clenched around him. It felt so right to have him inside me, the rough grip of his hands, the sound of his raucous breathing. I came again, and again. It felt like he would never stop. And ...

... my body wouldn’t stop responding to him either. In my mind, I was sure I should be exhausted. But by some miracle I was still pushing back at him, encouraging his merciless pounding. His hand was on my clit again, fingers urging it to another orgasm and even as I tried to push him away, he was skewering deep into me. It made me feel powerless in the best way, like I was falling but the ground didn’t exist. As I clenched around him, he finally let go of his control and slammed up against me as his cock jerked over and over. He held me close as we both shook through the last of the fuck and he kept holding me, even after everything was over. I could smell sweat. Sex. I hadn’t even got control of my breathing again but my mind was already panicking about what this meant. How did this change things? Would we be together but not professionally? How the hell would my career get anywhere without him? Mats didn’t seem to be bothered by the same questions. My long shower was futile since we were all over each other again when I came back into the room. “Five weeks is a really long time,” he said despairingly before he dove between my legs with his tongue. I didn’t think I had anything more to give but as always he pushed me further than my last limit, dragging what he wanted out of me. His tongue lashed against me, until I was in no position to try and contain my sounds of ecstasy. By the time he was done, I was afraid he was ready to fuck again so I distracted him by letting my mouth ...