Page 33 of Homestead

He pulls out his hand out from between my thighs and gives my hip a little pat. “What’s the matter? Don’t like it like that?”

“I… I don’t know.” I don’t want to disappoint him since he evidently wants it like this, so I pull away from him, turn over, and lift myself up on my hands and knees. I look over at him. “Like this?”

He’s staring at me hotly. “Yeah. Just like that. We can try it, and if you don’t like it, we don’t gotta do it this way again.”

“Okay.” I’m kind of excited now. Mostly because of that particular expression on his face. Like he’s about to devour me whole. The air is cool against my naked skin, and my pussy is still throbby from before.

He straightens and moves behind me, holding himself on his knees and adjusting my legs until I’m in the position he wants me.

I’m trembling with anticipation and an underlying current of nerves as he pulls apart my ass cheeks, fingers me to find my pussy, and then lines his cock up at my entrance.

He pushes in, and I let out a long, low mewling sound as he does.

He feels different like this. Bigger. Fuller. My body sways back and forth as I adjust to the penetration.

He’s gasping out a lot of breathy exclamations. “Yes. So good. Fuck, you’re so hot and tight and sweet.”

When he’s buried himself inside me, we’re still for a minute, both of us getting used to the feelings.

“How you feelin’, Chloe?” he asks at last.

“G-good. Weird but good.”

That makes him give another one of those huffs of laughter. “Guess I’ll take it. Let me know if it’s not feelin’ good. You gotta tell me.”

“I will.”

He starts rocking his hips, thrusting into me with short, steady pushes. After a minute, my inner muscles relax more, softening and clinging to the thick substance of him inside me.

“That’s right, girlie,” he murmurs, holding my ass with one of his hands and reaching over to gather up my hair with his other. “Now you’re takin’ it good.”

I close my eyes, overwhelmed by a wave of hot pleasure at his words. I pant and start pushing back against his thrusts.

“That’s the way. You like it like this, don’t you?”

“Uh-huh,” I reply in almost a grunt. “Uh-huh. Uh-huh.” I bite my lip when I keep saying the same thing like a refrain.

His speed accelerates. His pumping gets harder.

The rougher motion stimulates so many nerve endings that I cry out. I can’t seem to help it. It feels like the top might blow off my head.

The bed is rocking, and our bodies make an embarrassing slapping sound every time he pumps into me. And I like it so much. I need it. I push back against him even harder, wanting to feel even more.

He’s grunting like an animal now, and I’m making rhythmic sobbing sounds as the pleasure intensifies, coils down tight and hard. I’m so wet I can feel moisture leaking out from where we’re joined and trailing down my inner thigh.

“Jimmy!” I cry out his name helplessly as my need suddenly gets frantic.

“You’re all right, girlie,” he rasps, letting go of my hair so he can rub my back as he keeps fucking me from behind. “You’re doin’ so good. Just let it come. You’re gonna come real hard. You’re almost there. So just let it come.”

My sobs intensify with the sensations. I need it so much but can’t quite get there.

Then he gives me a sudden, unexpected swat on one of my ass cheeks, and the sharp sting pushes me over the edge.

I can’t keep quiet. I can’t keep still. I come hard and loud and sloppy as I’m overwhelmed with the rush of intense feeling.

He chokes on a loud exclamation as he pushes into me a few last times. Then he yanks himself out of me and holds his cock against my bottom as he comes too.

We stay like that for a minute, jerking with the lingering spasms of release. Until Jimmy loses his balance and falls back onto the mattress, taking me with him.

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