I soon forgot all about her and everything else, everything but him and what he made me feel. If the night before had been an awakening, now, with no pain or messy blood to dull the feelings, I was like a woman reborn.
I made noises and said things I didn’t even know I knew. The harder he fucked me the more I begged, no pleaded. He was touching something deep inside me, like an itch that I couldn’t reach that only he could scratch.
“Yes…yes…yes…oh heavens right there.” If it were possible to break off a dick I would’ve taken his off at the base, that’s how hard I pushed back into him.
And when he released one of my breasts only to use that free hand to take one of mine and lead it to my sex, my knees lifted off the bed. It was the most erotic thing I’ve ever felt. And then he bit into my neck and I reached nirvana.
My legs gave out from beneath me, but he just followed me down and kept on thrusting. His hard muscled stomach slapped into my ass over and over again making a loud sound echo in the room.
His breathing as he sped up seemed very loud, but nothing beat the groan that left my lips. It came from somewhere deep inside. It came because our hands were trapped beneath me, right on my clit.
It came because he was fucking me so hard that not only did the bed slam into the wall, but, it seemed to be rocked off its legs. And still he kept on pounding and I kept on screaming.
It came because I could feel every ridge, every vein in his sweet cock as he pounded it to me. And I never wanted it to end. I lost control of myself as I accepted him into my body, my screams echoing around the room.
My sounds became muffled because he used the hand that wasn’t trapped under me to push my head down into the mattress and held it there.
Even the sensation of being smothered, of losing my breath, made me hotter, wilder and way more vocal. I had no voice left by the time he let me up.
My flesh felt hot to the touch and I ached so sweet between my thighs it brought tears to my eyes. I’d lost count of how many times I came, my body wracked with immense pleasure.
I ended up with my ass in the air, my hands gripping the sheets and my head turned to the side for some much needed air, as he did things to me that had I not already stupidly fallen head over heels in love with him, I would’ve.
He played in my ass, easing his finger in until I was taking it all, then two. He pinched my nipple hard enough to hurt and I begged for more. All while thrusting into me at a slow, steady pace.
I stopped trying to figure out his technique, where he would go really fast for about a minute or two, the best two minutes of my life. Only to change up and go much slower, until I was ready to lose my mind.
He came, I know he did, I felt his cock jump before a rush of warmth flooded my insides. I know because he growled and bit into my neck, setting off another round of orgasmic bliss.
But when he pulled out and put me on my back again, it was obvious that we were a far way from over. He was still hard when he slid his cock back into me.
I fought to hold his look when he gazed down into my eyes, but I was too weak. My bones had turned to mush, my pussy I was sure, needed medical attention or some kind of first aid.
But did I want to stop, did I want him to? Not on your life. I wrapped my arms and legs around him, taking him into my body, letting him have his way.
By the time he pulled his still semi hard cock out of me two hours later, I was a mess. He left the way he came, silently and without fanfare.
I laid there a few minutes longer, running my fingers idly along my flesh, still catching my breath. My eyes went to the camera and I smiled lazily.
My legs were spread open and I know she could see our mixed juices seeping out between my thighs. Even the thought that he could’ve gotten me pregnant with his child didn’t bother me. In fact I was beginning to like the idea.
I’d forgotten the condoms that I’d brought along with me and he hadn’t asked about birth control. My mind went off to dream land again and I imagined a little brother or sister for the twins.