Page 40 of Ugly Duckling
His thrust only got him halfway inside, and he had to pull back until his cock was barely inside of me before he thrust upward again to get himself buried inside of me the rest of the way.
It was the most delicious thing.
Painful yet pleasurable, all at the same time.
“You were right,” I groaned breathlessly.
“About what?” He sounded like he was being choked.
I tilted my head back down so I could stare into his eyes.
His blue gaze was locked onto me, taking in every single expression that was flitting across my face.
“The best things in life are both pleasurable and painful.” I bit my lip and started to swirl my hips.
His eyes went even more hooded, and he dropped his gaze from my eyes to my mouth. Then further to where my breasts were bobbing in and out of the water with my movements.
“God.” He watched as my nipples split the water. “I could eat you alive.”
I sat up and moved forward until my breasts were hovering over his lips.
His grin was lascivious as he took one nipple between his lips and sucked deeply.
The pleasure/pain of the move had my eyes closing.
“That’s it.” He pulled away, giving my left nipple one final lick before moving to the other one.
This one he cupped in his hand—as well as he could anyway since my breasts were small and his hands were overly large—and fed it to himself.
“Ride me, darlin’,” he urged between sucks. “Fuck me senseless.”
I didn’t need any more encouragement.
I rose up and forced myself back down, loving the delicious burn of his cock shoving deep inside of me.
I pressed my hand against my lower abdomen, sure that I could feel him in my belly with each hard thrust.
“You’re so fucking pretty. These tits. That ass. Perky little nipples,” he mused. “You make me want to come right now. Shoot my cum so deep that you’ll be dripping me for a week.”
I groaned and cupped his face, urging him on.
He did the same with my hips, and soon we were fucking each other so hard that there was water splashing over the lip of the hot tub.
It was rhythmic to the point that if anyone was close, the water splashing and the moans leaving our lips would be a dead giveaway on not only what we were doing, but where we were doing it.
“Fuck, sweetheart. I hope you’re close.”
Not close, but not far away.
At least, that was what I thought.
But the hand that was on my hip moved inward, his fingers catching a handful of ass.
His large, blunt fingers brushed against my sensitive back entrance, and just the forbiddenness of that one act was enough to send me over the edge.
I cried out as my orgasm took me over, momentarily causing black spots to enter my vision as my body exploded in pleasure.
“That’s it, dirty girl,” he growled. “Take my cum.” He groaned, long and loud. “There it is, baby. Fuck yes, I’m going to fill you up so full.”
