Reassessing My Life - Pt. 2 - Sex Stories

Reassessing My Life - Pt. 2

... say it, but the urge was nigh-irresistible. “So, you’re saying you wanna Powerball?”

The disgust on her face was something to see, part mock and part real. She finally grumbled, “Are you trying to get kicked out of this bed?”

My hand reached for her breast, hooking the nipple ring on one finger and tugging, forcing a little moan from her throat. “It’s my bed, Cass, and you put yourself in it.” I twisted it just a fraction, and she moaned louder. My glans pressed into her, and she grunted as I stretched that sweet little hole as it hadn’t ever been before. “Whose woman are you, beautiful?”

She gasped, “Yours!” as I slowly, steadily fed her tight, hungry cunt what it needed. “Oh, God, Jason, oh fuck! It’s so big, so fucking big!” I eased my assault, not sure if that desperation in her voice was desire or discomfort, but then her legs crossed around my back, and I gave her my full length, plunging deeper into her than any other man ever had or ever would. “Oh, Jesus! God, Jason, I love it! I love you!”

Cass clung to me, arms and legs wrapped tightly around my body as I began to move in and out, steadily and slowly at first, then with long, almost punishing strokes. Her nails drew blood from my back, and I reveled in the painful, stinging manifestation of her lust. “What do you want, Cass?”

“Harder! Fuck me like a whore, Jase! Like your perfect little whore!” She bit me, nipping at my neck, whining and cursing as I ravaged her newly, roughly stretched hole. Then ...

... she was still and silent suddenly, her cunt fluttering around my cock and her heart hammering against mine, the only motion I could feel in her body. Cassandra almost screamed in my ear, a long, loud wordless shout of triumph as she came around my dick, the one that was hers now and hers alone.

I felt more than heard a single, solitary sob as she relinquished her grip on my back, body exhausted for the moment. “Cass?” I went up on my elbows, worried I’d hurt her, really hurt her.

Her blissed-out expression told me that nothing could be further from the truth. She giggled, “Yours.” Another little giggle, “Fuck yes, yours.” Those sweet lips kissed mine as she summoned the strength that she could to lean up, and then she flopped back down onto the bed. “Goddamn, Jase. God, fucking, damn.” Cass looked up at me with concern. “You didn’t come yet. Are you–”

I flipped her onto her stomach, bringing about a sudden, wicked laugh from her, then chuckled in her ear, “Just wanted to take it easy on you at first, yeah?”

My gorgeous gothic whore groaned, “Oh, God, don’t tell me that was ‘taking it easy.’ You’re gonna fucking kill me, lover.”

She was still too noodle-limbed to go on her hands and knees, but that was okay; I pulled her up on her knees anyway, leaving her face pressed against the mattress. As I entered her again, I moaned, “God, you’re so fucking tight, Cass. You’re perfect.”

My joking aside, this was the slow and easy time, letting her regain her strength a ...