Goddess of the Moon - Sex Stories

Goddess of the Moon

... my knees. You offer no resistance. I kiss your forehead and cheek. Our lips meet, but your eyes stay closed. My rigid cock brushes against your pussy. Instinctively you reach down, taking me in hand and guiding me into you. With one long, strong thrust of my hips, I stretch you and your cunt envelopes me. I’m inside you, all the way. We are one. It’s quite painful for you. You whimper and squeeze your eyes tight shut, holding back a cry. You clasp onto me with all your strength, even digging your nails into my flesh. I keep perfectly still for you, allowing you to regain your composure and enjoying, revelling in the feeling of being deep in your hot, virgin quim. It grasps me, holds me like a vice. Eventually you relax and I start to move. You have a pained, worried look. You think I'm going to hurt you. My soft kisses and gentle stroking comforts you. This is for you too. I’m not merely using your body for my own satisfaction. You close your eyes and allow yourself to be taken. I thrust with long but slow strokes. Deliberately careful not to slam into you. I want you to feel every centimetre of my length, not the merciless pounding of my cockhead against your cervix. You hold tight, but don't look at me. Your eyelids remain firmly shut and you concentrate on breathing. Gradually I allow myself to pick up speed and force. You take it well and start to let out groans of gratification. I hook your leg with my arm, giving me leverage and allowing deeper penetration. I fuck you ...

... vigorously. Not really hard, it's not a violent screw, just a good steady fuck. You do not protest and accept every thrust. You trust me to know what you can handle and not give you any more than you are ready for. You groan louder. I hear you murmur something under your breath. Did you just say what I thought you did? It sounded like you called me... No, you couldn't have done. I quicken the pace, pumping with more force. Then you say it again, still not loud, but you clearly say, “Fuck me, Daddy… Please.” Dirty talk in English. That puts me over the edge. I momentarily lose control. I take both your wrists and slam them either side of your head, forcibly pinning you to the bed. I'm nearly there. I'm going to explode. My last few strokes aren't controlled, they’re pure, frantic passion. Your eyes are no longer closed, they stare in terror. Your mouth gaping wide in a silent scream. The sudden realisation of my strength and power astounds you, scares you. Maybe it’s the increased stimulation, maybe it’s the fear, perhaps it’s both, but your own crisis comes upon you rapidly. With deep, guttural, animalistic grunts I come hard and so do you. I shoot my heavy load deep inside and feel your cunt spasm around my cock, as if trying to milk the hot, thick spunk out of me. I feel every drop. We remain in each other’s arms, not moving, just holding, completely still. With a kiss, I withdraw. A startling sensation to our now incredibly over sensitive genitals. I lie down beside you and ...