Page 29 of Naked

Yet.

“I can’t hear you. What did you say? Was that a yes, I want you to fuck me hard while I watch my pussy get pounded?”

I whimpered. “God, yes.”

His fingers disappeared and then I felt something much larger and blunter pressing against me. “Can you handle me?” His voice had dropped to a dark, seductive timber.

No. “Yes.”

He pushed harder, slipping just inside. I cried out as he split me open all over again. “Shhh,” he soothed, petting my lower back and then gripping my hip in his large hand. His other hand remained firmly wrapped around the base of his cock. “Take all of me. You can do it.”

I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move as he sank inside inch by glorious inch. My clit throbbed but I didn’t dare touch it. I wanted to feel this invasion and memorize it to keep forever.

By the time he was buried deep we were both gasping and he rested his forehead against my upper back while we got control of ourselves. “You feel so good,” I gasped.

“Every time. Every fucking time. I don’t understand.” He muttered this to himself and he stood up, took my hips in his hands and carefully pulled back and then slowly slid deep again.

I watched it all in the mirror, savoring the sight of his straining body, of mine opening to him, of my own wild eyes staring back. I was me, but different. Hunter was Hunter, but mine. “I love feeling you move in me.”

His eyes found mine in the mirror and locked. “It’s incredible. Just incredible. You like it slow?” He kept up that teasing stroke, using his full length and width to spread me open over and over. I felt it all.

“Yes.”

Every time he pulled back I got a glimpse of his glistening cock, pink and throbbing, before it disappeared again, his hips coming flush with my ass where he’d surge his hips forward just a bit more, grunting with approval before pulling back out.

My clit was on fire and even though I wasn’t moving, I couldn’t quite catch my breath. My orgasm was there, just out of reach, swirling around me, taking my sight one moment and then giving it back just to make every muscle in my body contract around Hunter’s cock.

I wasn’t exaggerating when I said he was big for me. The idea that something that size could disappear inside me while bringing me so much pleasure, boggled my mind. It fascinated me. It made me crave him.

I was so close. “Faster,” I urged.

He suddenly thrust hard and deep. It lit me up everywhere. It stretched me wide in the best ways possible. I saw fireworks.

“Again!”

He pulled back to the head of his thick cock and thrust in one smooth, achingly perfect stroke, his body making impact with mine. I couldn’t stop staring at his hips as they increased in speed, at the glimpses of his erection disappearing.

“Fuck. Fuck, you’re squeezing me out.” He slammed deep with a grunt, his orgasm hitting.

The erratic, passionate thrusts finally triggered my own release, and I watched Hunter’s face transform from pain to pleasure as we came together.

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