A Dream Come True Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

A Dream Come True Ch. 02

... he was sure he could probably manipulate her if he wanted to, but he was actually enjoying himself in the moment, so felt no real desire to stop her from what she was doing.. ".. I've also been told that you love a bit of dirty talk.."

"Did Rachel just tell you every little thing about me?" He groaned lightly, hands moving down to her hips, gripping them firmly but never restricting her movements. It was like this woman knew almost every one of his sexual weaknesses. He wasn't sure how to feel about that, but at the moment, he was feeling amazing and sufficiently distracted from any other thoughts. He could feel her adjusting her movements and pacing, her eyes watching him like a hawk. He looked up at her from between her breasts. It was clear she was reading every reaction he made to everything she did, and adjusting anytime she felt like it'd work for her.

Regardless, she didn't answer his question. She seemed to be eager to get that first load. "Don't worry about me," she cooed, pressing down a bit more firmly onto him. "Cum whenever you like."

"If you keep that up you won't have to wait long," he admitted with a grunt of pleasure, fingers digging into her hips. The way she moved was exquisite, her insides warm, impossibly slick, and easily one of the tightest he's had. She seemed to have full control over her pussy in a similar way that Rachel did her own, able to grip and release him with surprising ease, for just about as long as she wanted, just by flexing ...

... the right muscles. It was a miracle he'd lasted even the few minutes he was at now.

She smirked, pressing down even more firmly, and let out a low gasp against his ear. Now he could feel it, his cockhead nestling firmly against her cervix. His hands slipped back to her ass, gripping it firmly, helping her move. He didn't have to, but touching her was the only thing he could think to distract himself even a tiny bit in the moment. "Oh, you like it a bit faster when you're getting closer?" She whispered warmly into his ear. "I want to feel it, Michael. I want to feel you cum inside me. I want you to breed me."

Her words struck a chord, and no doubt she felt his cock twitch and throb in response to her dirty talk. It was clear that, of all things, she wasn't a master of dirty talk. She was, however, a fast learner. "Fuck.." He whispered as she began to pick up the pace just a little bit.

"That's it," she coaxed him, gently biting at his earlobe, tugging at it. "Fill me up. I want to get pregnant. Right here in the pool."

Normally, Mike was the sort of guy who needed to be in charge, the dominant one, in order to cum. It's something that's plagued him since damn near his first handful of sexual encounters. He learned very quickly what it was that got him off, and he stuck to that winning formula. Only a handful of other women had been able to get on top, take charge, to get him off. One of those was dream Emma, however pathetic that might be for him to admit, but ...