In Desperate Times - Sex Stories

In Desperate Times

... out to the room. Seventeen thousand! We had found our rhythm now. He was pumping into me, his thighs slapping against my ass, his hands digging into my back. His hand was around my throat and his lips were brushing wetly against my cheek. I could feel an orgasm boiling inside of me, one that had begun to burn during the negotiations. Now, I let it out. "Oh my god," I said in his ear. I cried. I whimpered. I shouted. He was unfazed, continually pulling my breasts and fucking me. I could feel the cut of his abs against the skin of my back, his rough right hand stroking my hip as his cock crashed through me. His fingers found my clit and he was fucking me inside and out, cock meeting the tips of his fingers as they dug into me. He bit into my neck. He scraped across my chest, rippling the sweat off my nipples. And then my insides warmed. I could feel him release inside of me. He pulled out and spilled the rest on the floor between my feet. Now my body was shaking from the residuals of orgasm, twitching in appreciation. Seventeen thousand.