Page 19 of Swept Away
“Good.”
Without waiting, he presses the head of his erection against my opening and enters me with ease.
Warm arousal wraps around him.
“I couldn’t ask for more…” he says to himself, running his hands around my ass and slapping my cheeks hard.
I yelp and almost come.
“More?”
“Yes,” I say.
He thrusts into me and pulls back, and then thrusts into me and pulls back again.
And then rhythmic rolls of his hips put him deep inside me over and over again, making me close my eyes and ignorethe sweat forming between my boobs and smearing the hard surface.
He’s rock hard and quite big for me, yet my pussy doesn’t mind it.
Every second that my center is filled up throws me into the throes of pleasure.
Moans fly off my lips as the next slap comes and the next. And they’re hard, the sound moving around the room a bit.
But with them comes his other hand between my legs.
He grabs my pussy, and moving his fingers makes my clit explode with pleasure.
A slap.
Another slap.
More pleasure.
And more pleasure.
I roll against the kitchen island, my chest wanting his chest, my body wanting his body, my core wanting his hard flesh.
Him wearing a condom is not an impediment for me.
It turns me on.
The idea…
But him going bareback is a nice fantasy I indulge in while he fucks me raw.
He likes to fuck. I can tell.
He doesn’t rush, nor does he lose direction.
He’s focused and driven, and his intensity only climbs.
I see where this is going.
I’ll be all sore tomorrow morning and probably look like a crime scene with bruises all over my ass and legs.
He picks up the pace, no longer spanking me, and I push my chest up to feel his chest behind me.
His hand travels up my front and wraps around my neck like a collar, while his fingers dive deep between my folds and keep stroking my clit.
