A Therapeutic Relationship, Chapter Two - Sex Stories

A Therapeutic Relationship, Chapter Two

... was all that teasing you did earlier. It drove me wild.”

“I can see that,” she said with a giggle, scraping her teeth across her bottom lip as she marveled at the way his veins throbbed in her grasp. “You are gonna fuck me with this thing, right?”

He answered by grabbing her shoulders and rolling her over onto her back. She laughed and moaned at the same time, scooching herself up on the bed and resting her head on the pillow as he climbed on top of her. The bed springs creaked under their shifting weight. He knew they could take it though. They both did.

She wrapped her legs around his waist and locked him in place, her breath heavy as he rubbed his cock against the slick, swollen lips of her pussy, raising her hips higher and higher with each pass.

“Oh, God. Don’t tease me. Not today. I need to feel it.”

“Yeah?” He kissed the corner of her mouth, hopping his lips across her cheek to her earlobe. “Tell me how much and I’ll let you have it.”

A long, hot sigh slipped through her lips as she wrapped her arms around his neck, her tits pressing against his chest, her nipples standing at full attention.

“I want it so fucking bad. I kept my pussy nice and wet for you. Can’t you feel it?” She did a little teasing of her own, grinding her hips against his, giving her hungry cunt permission to slobber all over his length. “I bet it would slide in so easily, and then I can feel it throbbing inside me.”

He responded with a moan, his hot breath flooding her ear ...

... as he raised his hips and reached between them to grab the base of his cock, pressing the tip against her clit until he felt it penetrate her entrance. She took things over from there, her legs hugging his waist tight and guiding him inside, her pussy swallowing every inch with greed.

“Fuck.” He pressed his mouth against the base of her jaw, his skin basking in the rising heat of her body.

They had fucked four days out of the week for well over a month, sometimes three or four times a day depending on how horny they were for each other. But her pussy had never been as tight or as wet for him as it was in that moment. The friction and the grip were enough for him to lose control in a matter of seconds, the pace of his hips led by the volume of her moans. No more teasing, no more begging. No more cute little back-and-forths between them. The increasing pleasure was too much for either of them to form words, even those typically spoken in the heat of the moment.

The bed began to rock back and forth; the headboard tapping against the wall. She clung to him, her body tight and tense beneath his weight, her back arching with each thrust. He knew she was gonna cum soon, and so was he. His cock felt like it was gonna melt inside her, driving him to fuck her harder and harder until he could hear the smack of his skin against hers. Her hips bucked against his pelvis, her moans loud and sharp. That was his cue for release. He no longer held back, allowing a torrent of semen to ...