This time, she thought she was dying. The world faded from her view. The air thinned. Her ears rang and her breath cut from her lungs. Her body quaked into the shivering mess he’d turned her mind into. When she was able to recollect herself whole, she found Matt had disrobed his pants and kicked them off his ankles. He stroked his cock.
God, he looked just like Raphael. Long, thick and mouth-watering. Anna unconsciously swallowed her saliva. “Do you want me…?” Her cheeks burned as she couldn’t force the rest of her sentence out.
“I don’t need a blow.” Matt understood her just fine. “I need to fuck you.” He wrenched open her thighs and positioned himself on her pussy. His cockhead nudged her wet entrance. He leant down, pressing his belly on hers, his chest grazing against her jutting nipples.
Anna instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck. Matt kissed her. She could taste the salty, spicy taste of her femininity on his mouth. Strangely, it fuelled her lust even more.
“Sweet Anna,” he whispered, “bear it just a bit.”
Her brain short-circuited before she could digest what he meant. Matt penetrated her. An incredible pressure speared through her core, knocking her breath out of her lungs. He stretched her, slipping in, not much, only an inch. He paused then thrust in another inch as if he wasn’t sure she could really take him. What he did made her frustrated. She was more than ready. Didn’t he know that she needed him as much as she needed her next breath?
“Please, Mr. Mar—”
“Matt,” he corrected, his voice gruff as if it took a lot of effort for him to speak.
Anna stifled a cry, begging, “Please, Matt.”
“Please what?”
“Please fuck me.”
“Like this?” He pushed in another inch.
God. Anna fisted his hair. Not enough. The pressure, thick and hot, felt so addictive. She needed him. “More.”
Another inch.
“Oh.” She squirmed under him. “You’re a teaser.”
“All you need to do is ask, Anna.”
“Fuck me hard!”
“That’s my girl.” Matt grabbed her hips and plunged down until his cock hit her cervix.
Anna cried. New fire engulfed her whole. She felt him so deep in places she didn’t think existed before. She couldn’t remember sex feeling this good; she had to take back everything she said about sex being overrated. Being intimate with Matt was different. Anna felt as if the whole purpose of her existence was to be with him.
Matt stilled after he sheathed his cock to the hilt. He breathed on her lips. “Oh, Anna.”
He unwound her arms from his neck and pinned them on each side of her head. He threaded his fingers through hers and started rocking her with shallow jabs.
Anna moved with him, eagerly meeting his thrusts. Her pussy made lewd wet sounds each time he pulled. His cock pulsed in her depths, hard and hot, grinding deliciously against the tight walls of her vagina. The nerve-racking impact made her lose her mind. The pleasure was thick, too good, beyond words. She was baffled by the discovery. If she had known sex was this good, she wouldn’t have wasted years by being a prude.
He watched her reaction as he fucked her with steady thrusts. “Good?” he inquired.
Anna had temporarily lost her voice. She nodded instead.
“Faster?” Matt picked up his pace.
God, yes. Her toes curled in pleasure. “Harder.”
“Not yet, babe. You’re goddamn tight.”
Babe. She loved the way he called her that, making her feel she was more than just his plaything. “Please? I need…” She wanted to come again. Carnal pleasure had enslaved her. She tightened her muscles, choking his hard cock.
He groaned. “Naughty girl.” He slammed hard.
“Matt,” she cried again as he rained a series of battering fucks. Hard. Vicious. Merciless. “Yes. Oh, God, yes.”