Drawing Her Eye - Sex Stories

Drawing Her Eye

... with a smirk.

“Yeah, dickhead,” Kerrigan laughed. “I fucking like it. Can you fuck me now?”

“You have to ask me nice,” Terry answered, pushing his finger deeper into her asshole. He withdrew his cock a bit further than he had been, pushing it slowly back in.

Biting her bottom lip, just on the verge of a second orgasm, his artist shook her head with a smile. She knew what it would take, and she knew she needed it. She wondered if she could swallow her pride and ask him again. Another short and very slow thrust. Her pussy drooled on his balls and clenched at his shaft.

“Fuck me,” she demanded.

“You call that nice?” Terry asked with a mischievous smile.

“Please fuck me, you asshole,” she barked.

Pulling out, he thrust very forcefully deeply inside her, “Gotta do better than that,” Terry whispered seductively.

“Please,” Kerrigan whispered.

“Please what?” he asked with a smoking sweetness.

“Fuck me,” she whispered, needing another thrust and more, “Please. Please fuck me.”

“That’s better,” he whispered. “Let me know if it’s not hard enough.”

“Please,” she moaned into his shoulder, “Give it to me, Don’t hold back.”

Gripping the supple firmness of her asscheeks, Terry pulled her away from the wall and deposited her on the bed, climbing between her knees. With a tender grip, he lifted her ankles, kissing each before draping them over his shoulders. Looking his artist in the eyes, Terry slapped his thick tool onto her soaking wet ...

... pussy.

“Please, Terry,” she begged impatiently, “Please fuck me.”

A few more taps on her clit with his dick before he gave her what she needed. With his left hand on his artist's knee, he guided his cock to her tight opening with his right, pushing it between her labia. Her sex yielded again to his wide cock head, sealing it and drawing it in. She moaned deeply, her blue eyes fixed on his.

Terry pushed in only about halfway, drawing out again, then back in, over and over, “More,” she pleaded, “I want it all.”

Raising one eyebrow, Terry drove his cock deep into her. A gasp escaped her lips and her fingernails dug into his shoulders. Terry never broke eye contact, grinding his sex deep into hers without pulling out. His slow grinding was driving his artist crazy. It felt good but she wanted to be fucked.

“Please,” she cooed, eyes staring into his.

“You want me to fuck you?”

“Yes,” she drew out in a low hiss, “Please fuck me.”

“How hard?”

“Hard baby,” she whispered. “Fuck me like a whore.”

“A cheap whore?”

“Like a ten-dollar crack whore. Make me earn my ten dollars.”

“It might hurt,” he warned with a snarling smile.

“Then hurt me. Please hurt me.”

That’s all he needed to hear. Terry pushed his lover’s knees to her shoulders and pulled all but the bent end of his massive cock from her pussy. His throbbing shaft, slick with her girl cum, pushed at her gate like a battering ram, ready to assault her exposed fortress. “You asked for it you dirty slut,” he ...