Her gaze flew to his as he arched his hips up to press higher, deeper. Understanding showed in her eyes as the base of his cock spread her impossibly wide. “You’ll ride my cock as I ride Shameless. We’re not going to stop until I’ve come twice. Maybe more. And you’re going to take every inch I give you, no matter how hard, no matter how deep.”
“God, yes!” she sighed, tightening her thighs around his hips.
He tightened his knees on Shameless, picking up his pace. At the same time, he tightened his spine, fighting Shameless’ movement rather than flowing with it. Elizabeth bounced like a rag doll in his lap, her pleasured moans a continuous accompaniment to the wet slap of their bodies slamming together. She was tight, her grip on his cock merciless, the rhythm set by Shameless, erratic and furious, and the resulting friction created a mindless need for completion. He came within minutes, wedged to the hilt in her grasping channel.
He pulled Shameless to a stop and pumped her full. His fingers clenched on her buttocks, pulling her harder against him, his hips jerking under her as spurt after spurt of his seed boiled out of his balls to fill her hungry cunt. Her head fell against his chest. With each splash of come in her pussy, she moaned, her inner muscles clenched, and she twisted against his restraining grip. Come spilled out from between her thighs, seeping through his denims. Her hips rocked on his. Her pleas for release bled into what had been mindless gasps. She struggled to get her hands free, but he shook his head.
“Oh no.” He kneed Shameless back into a walk. “You get off like this or you don’t get off at all.”
“Please Asa. I need…”
He knew what she needed. She wanted his teeth on her breasts, her clit, because she thought that was the only way she could find pleasure. By the end of this ride, she’d find out differently.
“All you need is my cock in your pussy.”
He kicked Shameless. The horse surged forward, throwing Elizabeth forward and back. Caught off guard, she didn’t have time to tighten her thighs. Her pubic bone slammed against his as she took so much of him, he thought she’d swallowed his balls. Her scream was one of relief and then frustration as Shameless set into his bone jarring, erratic trot.
He didn’t plan to offer her relief. He was still hard, and this was a long time fantasy with him. He stiffened his body again and enjoyed the hot glide of her pussy up and down his cock for the next two miles. Elizabeth’s face was red and sweating. Her eyes wild as she fought his hold. He knew she loved the bite of pain with her pleasure, that it set her off. He knew the pounding her pussy was taking had her on the edge, but she needed something more to get off. He could feel another orgasm building. She held him too tightly for him to last forever. He decided to take pity on her.
He slid his free hand under her hips. Her juices spilled over his hand, moistening it. As she bounced up, he aligned his thumb with her anus and pressed. Her eyes flew wide as the muscles began to give. If she could, he knew she would have fought the strangeness of the invasion, but he didn’t give her the opportunity. As her body came down, as his cock speared through her hungry pussy, he pushed hard. His thumb popped through the tight ring into the silken depths of her ass.
“Oh! Oh!” she gasped, her eyes flew wide with distress, shock. Her thighs clenched on his waist. Her hips twisted. He pulled her down, not letting her dislodge him from that sweet, dark channel. He kept his thumb buried as she bounced up again, letting her get used to the feel, for her muscles to adjust to his width.
He could feel his cock driving into her vagina as she rode Shameless’ rhythm. He imagined he could see his thumb possessing her ass. He leaned back, silently ordering Shameless to stop. Willoughby pulled up alongside, with a snort and a shake of his head.
“Okay?” Asa asked as Elizabeth came to a shuddering rest against his chest.
Her nod was frantic. Her fingers dug so deeply into his side, he could feel her nails bite into his skin through his shirt. She squirmed on his cock and finger. He stroked the smooth length of his cock through the tightly stretched membrane separating her ass from her vagina. Her moan echoed his. God, she was perfect.
“I’m going to have Shameless trot again, and I want you to keep your ass loose and ready,” he whispered darkly in her ear, his voice reduced to a hoarse growl with the effort it took to speak through the lust tearing at his control, “because every time you come down, I’m going to be stuffing your ass as full as I can.”