Page 17 of Beacon

It feels so good I try to squirm. Try to rock my hips with his. But he’s got me completely in his control, and my body can only move the way he wants it.

His speed accelerates as the helpless sounds I make get louder and louder. A rising orgasm has me in a chokehold as it tightens and tightens but doesn’t break.

“More, Mack,” I mumble through my whimpers. “Harder. Harder.”

He makes a loud, stretched sound as his fucking gets even more forceful.

After another minute, all the tension inside me finally shatters. I cry out in relief as the pleasure slams into me in hard waves.

He chokes on a stretched groan as he keeps thrusting into my clenching pussy, and then he suddenly shifts his hold on me, letting his cock slip out and carrying me over to the table.

Unceremoniously he drops me on the edge, and my upper body falls backward onto the hard surface while my legs are still wrapped around him. He lifts my hips with one hand cupping my bottom until I’m at the right height, and then he uses his free hand to guide his cock back inside me.

My arms flail out, clutching at the sides of the table ashe starts fucking me again like that. He’s moved his second hand down to my ass so he can hold it where he wants to thrust into. Soon he’s grunting again, his eyes moving hotly from my flushed face and loose, messy hair to my jiggling breasts and then to his cock moving vigorously in my pussy.

I’m in an awkward, helpless position with my hips lifted and my head and shoulders resting on the table. Completely naked and fully stretched out for him to see.

And he wants to see. That much is obvious. He never closes his eyes or turns his head. He never stops watching me get fucked like this by him.

The knowledge surges the sensations forward toward another orgasm. I start to make rhythmic sobbing sounds as each hard push of his hips generates jolts of new pleasure.

“Fuck,” he mutters, dripping with sweat and panting loud and fast. “Fuck, you’re almost there again.”

“Yes!” I arch my back and flail my arms and toss my head until my hair is in my face. It’s so much. So good. I’m not sure I can handle it. “I need it. Ineedit!”

“Rub your clit,” he bites out. “Do it now.”

I do as he says, sliding my hand down my belly until I’m parting my folds and rubbing eagerly at my clit.

I let out a loud exclamation as the pleasure rushes higher and over the edge. Then I’m coming, my pussy spasming all around him and my body shaking through the pleasure.

He lets out an agonized groan, his strong fingers digging into the flesh of my ass and his hips still working his cock inside me. “Keep rubbing yourself. Don’t stop.”

Tears are streaming from my eyes, and my nose is running as I keep massaging my clit as he fucks me. I cry out again as the clenching of my pussy extends to one wave of pleasure after another.

Finally my clit is too sensitized to keep touching. I use the hand to instead reach over and dig my fingernails into the muscles of one of Mack’s thighs.

He lets out a loud bellow as he falls out of rhythm, his body jerking through a few final thrusts before he yanks out of me and squeezes his cock, coming all over my belly.

We stay like that for a long time, me sprawled out on the table, limp and exhausted, and Mack gasping and still holding his softening cock in one hand.

Then he finally gives himself a little shake and tucks his penis back into his pants. He walks over to the kitchen counter and dampens a dishcloth, tossing it over to me.

I catch it and use it to wipe his semen off my stomach and my own moisture from between my legs. Then I finally find the energy to sit up. Then stand up.

My shoulder is a little more sore than it was earlier today, but my knee feels about the same.

I can’t believe Mack and I just fucked like that. We’ve had a lot of sex over the years, and nearly all of it was hot and enthusiastic. But it was usually a warm, laughing, affectionate kind of sex. Not whatever it was we just did.

And I never once came as hard as this.

“This doesn’t change anything,” he mutters at last.

I swallow hard. “Okay.”

He looks at me for a minute longer. Then turns with a little jerk of his head and strides back into his bedroom.

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