She talked me into it! - Sex Stories

She talked me into it!

... took me to the kitchen, she stopped me at the doorway. Her hand caught my wrist, spinning me to face her. Her eyes were dark, hungry.

“Get on your knees.”

The command hit me like a slap. I dropped without hesitation, the tile cold against my bare knees. I looked up at her, at the cock still slick and half-hard between her legs.

“Please,” I whispered.

“Please what?”

“Please fuck me. Please—I need your cock. I need you to fill me again.”

She smiled, slow and cruel. “Beg harder.”

I clasped my hands together, my voice breaking. “Please, Sarah. I’m begging you. I’m so sore from last night but I don’t care. I need you inside me. Please, use me. Fuck me until I can’t walk. Please—I’ll do anything. Just give me your cock.”

She reached down and grabbed a fistful of my hair, tilting my head back. “That’s better. Now stand up.”

I rose on trembling legs. She turned me around, lifted me onto the kitchen counter. The marble was cold against my bare skin, a shock after the heat of my body. She spread my legs and pushed into me immediately—I was still wet from last night, still open, still hers.

A gasp tore from my throat. “Oh god—yes—that’s it. I’m so full, Sarah. I can feel every inch stretching me again. How do you fit? How is this even possible?”

She didn’t answer with words. She fucked me on the counter, standing up, her hands gripping my thighs, pulling me onto her with brutal, driving thrusts. I wrapped my arms around her neck humped into ...

... her.

“You’re so deep,” I whimpered against her mouth. “I can feel you hitting my cervix. It hurts so good.”

“Good. You’re going to take every drop I give you.”

She thrust harder, faster, a brutal, beautiful rhythm that made the marble counter groan beneath me. The cold burned my back, but inside I was molten. She angled her hips and drove deeper, and I felt that familiar pressure building—but she didn’t let me go over. She pulled back just before I could shatter.

“Not yet. I’m not done using you.”

I moaned in frustration, my body trembling on the edge. “Please—please let me cum—”

“No. This isn’t about you. This is about me filling you until you’re overflowing.”

Her pace became primal, slamming into me with a wet, obscene sound. Her cock swelled inside me, growing thicker, and I knew she was close.

“I’m going to cum inside you, Miranda. I’m going to pump you so full you’ll feel it for days. Do you want that?”

“Yes—yes—please—flood me—fill me up—”

“Beg for my cum.”

“I’m begging! Please, Sarah, cum inside me! Shoot your sperm deep into my womb! Cover my insides with your seed! I want to be dripping with you for a week!”

She roared, driving into me one last time, her hips pressing flush against mine. Her cock pulsed, and the first jet of cum hit my cervix like a hot bullet. Then another, and another—a relentless torrent that distended my belly from the inside. I looked down and saw the bulge forming, my stomach rounding with the sheer volume she was forcing ...