Page 75 of Submission

“I’m sorry,” I say because I don’t know how else to answer him.

His hand moves in between my legs.

“Don’t ever apologize for shit that’s not your fault ever again, Megan. Your only mistake is that you didn’t tell me everything a long time ago.”

“Okay,” I whisper through a mixture of pleasure and tears.”

“Spread your knees wider for me.”

I adjust my legs as he gently lowers my head back down.

“Wider,” he commands.

Carefully, he places kisses on each of my butt cheeks, then between my legs as my body shudders in delight.

“That’s a good girl,” he praises me. “Your body is telling me that it’s ready for me now.”

My clit pulsates, and my hips wiggle in anticipation of what’s coming. I want this badly. I need him to pound into me mercilessly. I hope he’s right. I wonder if he can actually tell what my body wants without me having to tell him. That would be fucking amazing.

My hands grip the comforter of the bed when Hunter pushes his fat dick inside of me. Every time I have sex with this man, it’s like my vagina forgets just how much it’s going to have to adjust to make room for him inside.

Hunter is huge.

He grabs my hips with his massive hands and continually strokes deep inside me without mercy.

His words are dirty.

“I’ve got exactly what your juicy cunt needs.”

His words are possessive.

“Whose pussy is this, Megan?”

My head gets lower and lower until I’m biting the covers. His dick feels like it’s damn near in my throat as he pushes himself in and out of me in a hypnotic rhythm. I can hear the bed squeak as he thrusts forward and a small sound in the back of my throat when he slides back.

It feels deliciously good.

But ten minutes in, and I’m not even close to having an orgasm.

Hunter notices it, too, and after a while, decides for us to switch positions. Now he’s on his back, and I’m on top of him in a position where I can control the tempo.

“Take what you want,” he tells me. “Ride me as long as you need to.”

I lower myself onto his rock-hard length again.

My hands pressed against his chest.

And I begin to work my hips up and down.

Then around.

It’s one of my favorite positions and so I try all my moves.

I grab my own tits and pinch my nipples as I bounce up and down on Hunter and feel like a wanton goddess as he grunts with pleasure.

“That’s it, baby. Fuck me like you want it.”

But another ten minutes later, no orgasm, and now I’m tired.

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