* * *
Jennifer’s eyes sprang wide open at the feeling of him lodged deep inside her. His cock felt too large to be in her body, but even as she thought it, he moved. A friction began to build in her unlike anything she’d ever known. The relentless knob of his penis stabbed at her, probed her, awakened nerves she didn’t know she possessed. He plunged back into her, and she cried out in stunned bliss. Again, he gave her a long, hot, powerful stroke, gently jamming his balls against her spread, damp tissues, giving them both a jab of stimulation.
She longed to touch him, to grab on to his hard, pumping buttocks and encourage his forceful possession, but he’d bound her. She began to push and rotate her hips as he fucked her—around his cock, up and down, around, in and out, feeding the friction that grew and expanded in her sex and her belly. Jennifer heard a low grunt of arousal and felt the increased power of his downstroke and knew he’d noticed. His cocked filled her to the limit, but she was adjusting to his size. She tightened her muscles around him as he plunged into her and was rewarded with a surprised growl.
He paused and popped the side of her buttock and she started.
“You dare to tease me with that little pussy of yours?”
She shivered uncontrollably at the sound of his half-amused, half-dangerous tone.
“Yes,” she whispered cautiously.
“Then you’ll have to take the consequences.”
Her eyes went wide again. The moment was so full, so incendiary, it never even occurred to her that she stared into nothingness.
* * *
John gritted his teeth in preparation for an unpleasant experience and slid out of the tight clasp of her pussy. Her moan of protest echoed his own discomfort.
“Shhh, I’m sorry,” he mumbled. He rose and inched forward on the ground, so that his knees were on his coat. “I’ll hurt your back on that hard ground in that position,” he explained as he held her hips and gently turned her over. “Come up on your knees and put your bottom in the air. Just keep your hands over your head,” he instructed, using his hands to make sure her knees and cheek rested against his insulated coat. She whimpered when he stroked her right ass cheek, and he leaned over and placed a kiss on her lower spine. She was so smooth and soft everywhere.
His cock raged for her.
“This will be better. I plan to take you hard,” he said quietly.
He drove his cock into her, pressing his balls tightly to her damp hilt, grunting in pleasure. She mewled and began to bob her ass. He palmed her buttocks and gripped her hips, using his hold to serve her pussy to his cock. They crashed together for several tense, heart-pounding moments, the sounds of their moans and slapping flesh filling the dark, underground hole until the chamber itself seemed to pulse with life. The feeling of Jennifer’s tight, warm body squeezing his cock became his entire world.
He thrust into her with concentrated strokes.
“John . . . oh, John,” she cried out, sounding crazed with lust and a little disbelieving.
“Come for me,” he ordered tensely as he rocketed into her. He smacked one of her taut ass cheeks for emphasis, and she complied.
He grunted savagely as he felt her convulse around his cock in orgasm.
“Ah, Jesus,” he whispered desperately as her muscles squeezed him and her heat flooded his senses. The pleasure was so sharp, so singular, he wished the moment could stretch forever. He reached beneath her and rubbed her clitoris briskly. She shrieked and shuddered harder, anointing him with more of her warm juices.
With her scent filling his nose, and her heat taunting him, he knew he’d reached his limit. He grabbed her hips and began to pound into her. The muscular, tight walls of her vagina tormented him. Every time he moved out of her she pulled and sucked at his cock, demanding that he sink back into her depths. He raced now, seeing the finish line, stretching for his bliss.
Orgasm slammed into him. He held her against him, his cock jerking high inside her as he came. Pleasure scalded him from the inside out, shaking and rattling his body—his very spirit—in its wake.
He blinked his eyes open, realizing his biceps were still rigidly contracted. He mumbled an apology—his climax had ripped at him so violently, he wasn’t sure how long he’d kept her with her bottom suspended in the air as he shuddered and tensed and emptied every last drop of himself into the condom. He drew his cock out of her and set her knees on the ground, wincing at the feeling of leaving her snug warmth.
“No . . . don’t,” she mumbled hoarsely.
God, he loved the sound of her voice.
“I had to,” he said, rolling the rubber off his sensitive cock. “I filled the condom. I didn’t want it to spill.”
His head came up when she moaned.
“Just a second and I’ll untie you,” he assured. He quickly knotted the condom and came down on his hands and knees over her. He worked open t
he scarf, freeing her wrists. “One second . . .” he muttered. He reached for her pants, shirt and jacket, and carefully draped and tucked the garments over her nudity. She put a hand on his shoulder as he tucked her jacket beneath her ribs.
“Come here,” she whispered, but he was already coming. He lay on his side and reached beneath her, tilting her into his arms. She snuggled next to him as he smoothed her jacket over her naked hip. Her soft hair brushed his lips, and he landed a kiss on the top of her head. For a stretched minute or two, they just lay there, attuned to one another as their heavy breathing slowed.