Page 54 of In It for the Long Ride

“I know it is.” I curled and held.

She dragged in a ragged breath and released it on a moan as she rocked her hips and ground her pussy against my wrist.

“This. Pussy. Is. Mine.” I growled each word and grudge fucked her with two fingers.

Her pussy clung to my fingers and for a moment it felt like she was trying to milk them. Hot glaze spread down my knuckles and seeped into the palm of my hand. I smeared it around her pink folds and ground against her swollen nub until she was crying out a second time.

“Get on your knees,” I plucked my fingers out and hefted her toward her belly.

Rather than curse or argue, she drew up on her knees and thrust her ass back at me. It was still round and nice. I ran a hand over her back and shifted to my knees behind her. I landed a serious nip to her shoulder but when I found her neck, I lightened it so that my teeth only grazed. While I did so, I reached beneath her and hefted her body higher with one hand while the other supported my entry. As soon as I felt the tip get swallowed, I grabbed her hips and slowly started to bury myself. I took my time, savoring the pleasure that zinged through me with each painfully slow stuffing.

“Carl. Carl,” Daisy gasped as I kept dragging myself over that spot she had liked so much.

I picked up my pace and made sure each thrust met her ass with more force than the last.

“Oh my God. Oh my God.” Her tune abruptly changed.

I didn’t give mercy. I drilled until she was clutching the sheets and thrashing her ass beneath me. All that grinding left me rugged. When she stopped, I wasn’t ready for all that. Ireached down and strummed at her clit, the speed of my fucking had not relented, and my other hand climbed up to claim a possessive hold of her tit.

“Fuck. Fuck.” She began to chant over and over while her cunt violently spasmed around me and my balls glazed over with her pussy liquor.

“Don’t you fuckin’ stop. I didn’t say I was done with my pussy, Daisy,” I scolded, landing a smack to her tit.

She flailed and I caught her by the throat. My balls were already tight. I landed two more punishing strokes and came so deep and hard I saw stars for a minute.

She trembled and shook in silence for a long, long time.

“You okay?” I whispered.

“Do it again.” She huffed.

“I’d love to. I would, but I have to get in the shower. I leave in an hour.”

She slid her hands until they were even with her head and pushed up onto her elbows. Her hips squirmed and her knee drew up as she fought to get out from beneath me.

I grabbed her left thigh to pin it where she’d raised it and lowered my head. I dragged my tongue from her clit to her asshole and rimmed it like she was my favorite flavor.

“Oh my God, what the fuck is wrong with you!” she screamed in outrage.

I kept her pinned there and twitched my tongue over it some more, only to repeat those tight, hard circles. She groaned and her thighs started to shake.

“Don’t fight me.” I slapped her ass, causing her to lose her focus and resolve.

It probably didn’t help that I started to sloppy worship that little rose of hers like it was the love of my life, lapping at crack and pucker alike before I began to spear at the source.

She gave a squeal that caught in her throat and began to rock herself back for more. I let her cum once before I shoved my fingers inside her and taught her that torture wasn’t always done with whips and hammers.

I sucked, slobbered, and demanded more orgasms than I could count. She was pleading and thrashing, her body beyond overstimulated. She alternated between babbling things about no more and pleading for me not to stop.

“No! No!” That one word caught, and I lifted my face from her ass.

“No more?” I stilled my moving hand but did not remove my two from her pussy.

“No–” she said even as she nodded in contradiction and thrust herself back until there wasn’t any more for her to take.

She lazily ground her hips and buried her face making a mewling, pitiful sound. I curled my fingers and gripped her pussy from the inside.

She abruptly lifted her face and moaned, her legs trembling as her fingers tangled in her own hair and that pussy greedily hugged and gripped at my fingers.

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