Page 50 of UnScripted

I cry out as he withdraws his hands from me to yank my shorts all the way down my legs. I step out of them with a shiver. He grunts, nudging my knees apart with his thigh. His hands cup my breasts, thumb and index finger playing with my nipples. He rolls them between his fingers, massages them, cups them, memorizes them with his hands as his mouth kisses and sucks my neck.

He drops a hand to free himself from his boxers. I gasp feeling the hot shaft press between my buttocks. It’s thick as fuck and hot pre-cum drips on me.

He places one hand on top of mine. The side of my head grazes his forearm as he guides himself home.

He grunts, holding the thick mushroom tip in his hand working it in.

“Christ, Dev. You’re so tight. I can’t get in sugar.”

“I’m not tight. You’re so fuckin’ huge,” I moan as he releases my hands from his grip, so he can take me by one hip and guide himself in with his other.

“Relax. You are gonna take all of me,” he hisses surging forward with one long hard thrust.

“Ah,” I gasp, feeling so full. So fuckin’ full.

His cock pulses with triumph finally seated fully inside me.

Rog sighs, his hands come up to cup my breasts, “Mine,” he growls pulling back and thrusting in again. “Say it. Say it Dev,” he warns.

“Y-yours,” I gasp as his fingers suddenly slide through my sex looking for the tiny bud screaming for his touch.

He grunts in response. My head rolls back as his fingers stroke me just as the monstrous head of his cock starts pounding on my G-spot steadily.

“I’ve been hard for you for weeks,” he pulls out to smack my ass, “… you know what you’ve been doing to me—teasing me with this hot little body as you wipe the tables down.”

“I know. I did in on p-purpose,” I moan, “I needed to break you. Make you want me… want this,” I gasp.

“You dirty little minx,” he roars biting my neck. He pulls out spinning me around and slapping my sex before picking me up and setting me down at the foot of the bed moving behind me.

“Ah,” I cry as he grabs a fistful of hair and bends me over the bed, entering me in one long thrust. My eyes roll back in my head. My pussy throbs with pain and pleasure. It’s hard to tell when one sensation begins and the other ends.

He swells inside me. The earthy, raw smell of our sex fills my nose, his heavy balls slap against my ass as he pounds into me relentlessly. My hands press down on the edge of the bed and every time he thrusts the pressure makes the bedsprings creak.

His fingers reach around gently rubbing my swollen nub. “I’m gonna come, Rog.”

“Only when I say you can,” he warns.

“Please,” I moan.

“Not yet. I need to feel you take me some more.”

“W-what?”

“I didn’t even go fully in yet, sugar.”

I’m stunned. He’s so fuckin’ huge that I couldn’t tell that wasn’t all of him taking me to the edge.

“You were too tight. I needed you to relax. Open like a flower for me, love. ‘Cause I’m coming all the way in.”

“Rog,” I moan as his hips rock fully into me. The tip of him bruising my womb. “It hurts so good,” I moan rocking back to meet him.

After that there’s no talking. It’s just our bodies fighting to find nirvana.

He grunts filling me again and again, stuffing me so full I can’t move. He buries his head against my shoulder, finds my clit, growling, “Now. Now you may come, sugar.”

“Rog!” I cry as his hands and cock demand I fall.

My walls tighten, spasming on him.

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