“Good?” he asked sarcastically.
“Fuck you,” I laughed as I rolled over onto my back, one hand over my throbbing slit, my fingers covered in my own wetness.
“That’s what we’re doing,” he countered.
My parents often talked with derision about the working class people and how uneducated they were, but Jay was a man who could keep up with me. It felt like sparring with him, jousting with an equal opponent who respected and loved me as a person, not just as a hood ornament or arm candy.
“I can barely think,” I smiled as I wiped a bit of sweat from my forehead. My chest was heaving and Jay licked his lips as
he watched my breasts.
“I like that,” he replied.
“What? A girl who can’t think?”
“Exactly,” he chuckled as he leaned down and kissed me.
My mouth opened for him. I sucked his tongue as he gave it to me, reminded of how he had felt against my clit. I’d never felt more open before and wanted to give him every single inch of my body.
His cock pressed against my pussy and I readied myself for another round of penetration, but Jay had something else in mind.
He pressed his shaft against my slit and began to grind, teasing my clit with his thick and swollen tip. Every time I thought I knew what was coming next, Jay took a turn and went in a completely different direction.
I smiled against his lips as his strong, bulging biceps curled around my neck, threatening to squish the life out of me. He was a gladiator, a warrior, a hulk with strong, boyish good looks, who knew better than I did what I wanted.
I could feel his thirst for me in his lips as we kissed. My pussy was so sensitive that each time his cock brushed across my clit, an uncontrollable shudder ran through my body. Jay obviously loved it and smiled against my mouth and moaned softly with approval.
“I could make you come again,” he whispered, pulling back and looking into my eyes.
“If you wanted to kill me,” I giggled, flushed with heat.
“Hmmm….” was his only response.
Jay sat up on his knees before me and took hold of his cock. I looked down between my legs at my glistening mound as he brushed my clit with his tip. My hips bucked uncontrollably off the couch but Jay pressed his strong hand against my hip and pinned me down in place while he continued to tease me.
“Fuck, baby!” I cried out, twisting my arms above my head. I was starting to really sweat as his eyes devoured me with lust and another orgasm began to swell deep in my core.
“You’re so sexy,” he cooed. The whole universe seemed to bloom with color as he rubbed his dick across my pleasure center. I didn’t know what to do with myself, and twisted my hands in my hair, locking them there like I was handcuffed, just so I could even try to lie still beneath him.
He was a master, an absolute professional at pleasing me and I knew that I was now his forever. I’d known it for the last five years, but I’d never thought I’d ever see him again. Now, I was completely his, and my body was completely under his control.
My orgasm was just beneath the surface of the waves of pleasure that engulfed me. My legs began to twist but Jay pinned them beneath his knees. There was nothing I could do but lie there and take it.
So close…I thought. I’m so close…
A shock of pain and pleasure sparked within me like a firework as Jay spanked my clit hard with his cock.
“Ah!” I gasped. I was about to shout at him but there was no time. His arms wrapped around my back and pulled me onto him. He slammed me down on his cock, driving every inch inside me without hesitation, then grabbed my hips like a wrestler.
He held me in a semi-squatting position above him, and I looked down in amazement as he began thrusting in and out of me, even harder than he’d done before.
I was on top of him, but not really.
I wasn’t riding him. I wasn’t in control. He was.
I may have been his cowgirl, but this was his rodeo.
Chapter Ten