Becky
Iturn back around, so that we’re face to face. Trailing my fingers up his chest, I begin to slowly unbutton his shirt, really drawing it out. I want to torture him, make him want me even more until he can’t take it any longer.
Once there are only three buttons left, I rip the rest open and yank his shirt off. The buttons go flying, and Peter smirks. He begins to reach for my panties, but I wag my finger at him, shooting him a smirk of my own.
I reach down, unbutton his pants, and yank them down, making sure my fingers graze his rock-hard cock as much as they can. When I pull down his boxers, his huge cock springs out, and the moment I see it, I can feel my clit pulsing. I’ve been with a considerable number of men, but none of them were this big. My need for him becomes even more intense.
Taking his hand, I lead him to the bed, planning on giving him a sexy strip tease. Instead, he grabs me around the waist and pushes me down onto the bed.
He rips my panties off, totally shredding them. I gasp, surprised at his sudden aggression. This is the kind of man I’ve been craving and failing at finding. He quickly pulls off my tank top, leaving me bare.
Taking in my naked body, he gently trails his fingers from my neck down to my inner thigh, before pulling me to him and pressing his lips to mine. The moment our lips touch, everything changes.
I roll over so that I’m on top of him, and begin leaving urgent kisses across his chest, and down his abs. Finally, I reach his cock. I take him into my mouth, slowly pushing him down my throat. We lock eyes as I slide him in further and further.
As soon as his cock meets the back of my throat, it triggers my gag reflex, but I don’t pull away. I love a good challenge. Making my way back up to the tip of his member, I massage my tongue against him.
My pace quickens, and Peter grunts, grabbing a handful of my hair at the same time. I slam him into my throat over and over again, choking on his dick, and loving every second of it.
His balls slap against my chin each time I take him, until I decide to take those in to. I grab his thighs for support, digging my nails in, as I push him even further in until my tongue touches his balls. Peter gasps at the feeling, pulling my hair so hard I fear he might rip a chunk out.
“Fuck… Beck… I can’t- I’m gonna cum…” he manages to grunt out.
I flick my tongue across his balls until seconds later, he bursts inside my throat. I hold him inside of my mouth until he’s done, before slowly pulling him out and wiping my mouth, giggling at the look of pure pleasure on his face.
Already ready for more, I straddle him. Without wasting a second, he grabs me by the hips, shifting our position so that he’s on top of me, and then turning me onto my stomach.
He begins massaging my pussy while kissing my neck, sending shivers down my spine. Replacing his hands with his cock, he massages it against my clit, before pushing his tip against my entrance.
“Wait,” I whisper.
I grab his cock and guide it just a little bit higher, pushing it against my other entrance instead.
“Fuck, yes,” he whispers back.
Peter slowly pushes his cock into my ass. He’s so big, that even though I’ve done my fair share of anal, I can’t help but wince.
He eases himself in, an inch at a time, for my sake. But I don’t need him to be gentle with me. I push my ass up into him, until his balls smack against my pussy as I take him all the way to the hilt.
I cry out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. He feels so fucking good inside of me, even better than I could have imagined. So when he starts pumping himself into me in aggressive thrusts, I embrace it, and I even begin to bounce my ass on his cock at the same time.
He grips my hips, allowing himself to fuck me even harder. Then with one hand, he slaps my right cheek as hard as he can. I squeal. Another slap comes.
“Fuck, Pete don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop,” I moan.
His thrusts come even faster and his slaps more aggressively. Then he grabs me by the neck with both hands, slightly pulling it back towards him and softly choking me. My orgasm begins, and I can tell he’s about to cum.
I arch my back, and his hands tighten around my throat. His thrusts begin to slow down, until he cums inside of me. The two of us are in sync as we reach the height of our pleasure together, being as loud as we want without a care in the world.
Once we’ve finished, he pulls out of me and collapses onto his back, in a complete daze. I chuckle. This man must not be used to being with a woman like me.
I roll over, resting my head on his chest, catching my breath with him. I can’t lie, he fucked me good. Better than any man before him, that’s for sure. But I expected as much from guy as hot and ripped as he is. Plus, there something about Peter that just screams good dick energy.
After a few minutes, we go for a second round- this time with me in control. I ride him until both of us cum together again, and somehow the sex just keeps getting better. I have a feeling he’s the kind of guy that anyone would be happy fucking for the rest of their life.
We collapse next to each other on my bed, and I lay on my stomach with cum all over my back, slowly dripping down my waist and onto the bed. I’m about ready to pass the fuck out, and I assume Peter is as well, until he hops out of bed and starts getting dressed.
“So I was wondering,” he says. I turn my head towards him.