“Don’t tell me you’re already tired,” I hear him say, and I can almost picture the mocking grin he has on his face. I open my eyes and turn to him - and yes, there it is, that smirk of his.
“Oh, let’s see who’s tired when I’m done with you,” I jab back at him, narrowing my eyes while my lips curl upwards into a mischievous smile.
“Let’s see, then.” He sits up on the couch and before I can even catch my breath, he has me laying down. My legs are parting before my rational mind can even process what’s happening, Colt fitting right between them. Grabbing his cock, he leans into me and rubs its fat head against my pussy, slapping it down against my clitoris in a way that makes me bite down my lip.
I buck my hips at him, but he keeps on rubbing his cock against my labia, each coming and going motion of his placing his glans deeper inside of me.
“Want me to do it?” He teases me, whispering in my ear. “Beg for it.” Beg? Oh, he doesn’t know me at all. I nibble at his ear, tracing its contour with the tip of my tongue.
“There’s one thing you should know about me, Colt,” I whisper into his ear, lacing my legs on his lower back while I bury my fingernails right behind his neck; I pull him into me with such harshness that he has no other option but to sheath his cock up to the hilt inside of me. I grit my teeth, trying not to scream as his thickness strains against my walls.
“Don’t you fucking tell me you’re a virgin,” he growls.
I laugh. This isn’t some first time romance. “No,” I say. “I was going to tell you that you should know that I never beg.”
“Oh, after I’m done you’ll beg for more,” he growls, straining against my hold and pulling his cock out before ramming it all the way in again. Cocky bastard - I love it.
With one hand under my neck and the other holding me by the waist, he starts to thrust at me furiously, his thickness completely ravaging my inner walls. God, even after fucking Ethan I still can’t get used to how mind bending it feels to have a cock so large and thick inside of me. Where have these two men been all of my life?
He fucks me without any mercy, his cock pounding into me so fast and hard I can’t even tell if it’s coming or going. And who cares about that anyway? All that matters is that it’s inside of me, right where it belongs.
I can’t hold on much longer. My mind is going blank, each trust of his choking down all rational thoughts on my brain - it doesn’t take long for my body to start burning up, a river of volcanic pleasure coursing through my veins in boiling ecstasy.
“O
h, my --” I stop mid-sentence, a scream erupting out of me as I climax again, my legs letting go of him and kicking against the couch in uncontrollable ecstasy. I scream and moan, my muscles feeling numb as electric pleasure starts to pool inside of me, filling me up to the brim.
Colt stops thrusting, and I feel him pulling out of me - oh, no, we’re not done here yet. I summon all of my strength and lock him in place with my legs again, forcing him deep inside of my pussy. “Don’t you dare to fucking stop!”, I almost snarl at him.
He grins at me, and I can see that he’s on the verge of laughing.
“Stop? Babe, I’m just starting,” he snorts, ramming his cock inside of me so hard I can’t help but scream again. Like a machine, he starts pounding me at a frantic pace - I’m laying back, just bucking my hips at him, and I can already feel drops of sweat pooling on my forehead. He keeps it up, his rhythm an endless crescendo - the man is like a machine, completely unable of understanding the meaning behind the word “tired”.
Soon enough I’m screaming hard and making my throat grow sore, fireworks going off behind my eyelids and blinding me to the whole world. Two orgasms in rapid succession and he tells me he’s just starting? Well, Mr. Stackford, seems like you are living up to the hype.
I let him pull out of me now, my fingernails scratching at the thick ropes of muscles on his back as he sits up. Damn, I can’t get tired of him. I sit back up too, climbing on top of him fast. I motion to grab his cock, but before I can do it he grabs me by the ass and stands up, lifting me up as he does it. Reacting by instinct, I wrap my legs behind his back and place both my arms over his shoulders.
“Did Ethan fuck you this hard?” He asks me - he wants me to tell him that no, he’s the best that I’ve ever had, but I’m not giving him that satisfaction. It’s not like I could pick between the two of them anyway. God, why can’t I have both?
“Are you going to fuck me or keep thinking of Ethan?” I snap back at him, fully knowing that I’m driving him completely crazy. Without replying, he eases me down and lets his cock push against my inner folds, his length sliding inside of me slowly, each inch of his feeding into me in the most delicious way.
This is how you tame a beast as wild as Colt - you show him who’s in charge. A man like him gets to fuck every woman he wants to, and he has them at his feet before and after. But I’m not just any woman: I’m Julianna Heaton, and I don’t take the backseat for anyone. I’m always the one behind the wheel. I don’t care if it’s Ethan or Colt, I’m the boss.
With his hands cupping my ass, he makes me bounce up and down on his cock, his rock hard biceps glistening with sweat as he holds me. I rock my hips back and forth too, relishing the feeling of his cock rolling over my folds and piercing me with the fury of an exploding star.
I buck my hips harder and harder, both my hands running through his hair and disheveling it. I let my legs ease up their hold, and I move them slightly lower, right over his ass. Still with his cock in me, he goes down to his knees and, like a leopard during heat, I claw at his pectorals and push him down to the ground. I grab his hands and take them to my breasts as I start grinding against him, bucking my hips furiously while never allowing his cock to slide more than an inch out of my pussy.
I throw my head back and close my eyes, savoring the moment while Colt squeezes hard on my nipples. Taking a deep breath, I lean into him, long locks of hair falling down my shoulders, and he raises his head towards me; I lower myself even more, allowing him to wrap his lips around one aching nipple of mine. He sucks tenderly, nibbling at it with the right amount of harshness. It seems that Colt can even make an art out of nipple-sucking - God not only gave him athletic skills, he actually made him his own gift to women. And what a gift
I bounce up and down, my buttocks slapping on his thighs over and over again, the sound of flesh on flesh making me purr with delight. I raise my knees then, planting the sole of my feet on the floor by his side, squatting down on top of him as the tip of his cock presses against my G-spot. I jump on top of him in a fever, drops of sweat running down my back.
With a lazy smile on my lips, I look into his eyes.
“Let’s take this to the bedroom,” I merely say, getting up and allowing his cock to slide out of me. I turn my back to him and, swaying my hips almost too lewdly as I go, I walk across the living room and into the corridor. The door to my bedroom is open, so I simple wink at him in a “come and get me” fashion and step inside the room. I don’t know why, but I want Colt to fuck me in the same places Ethan did. Call it a whim, call it whatever you want - it feels wrong, and that just makes it so damn right.
I don’t bother with the bed, though. I simply face the wall, planting my hands there and jutting my ass back, waiting for Colt to come into the room. I don’t have to wait long - two seconds after I assume my stance, he barges into the room, his hard cock still glistening with my juices. In two wide steps he’s on me, swatting my ass with the back of his hand. He slides his long fingers under my buttocks, caressing the crest of my wet pussy and getting it ready for the final play. I can’t wait for his game-winning thrusts to completely demolish me and send me spinning down into oblivion.
Colt grabs his cock and, after pushing its fat head under my ass and against my pussy, he hooks his fingers on my hips.