Page 37 of Purrfectly Trapped

She saw the instant he decided to let go, and all she had to do was hold on. Fingernails digging into her hips he pushed his cock deep and flipped them over so that he was in a sitting position with Gretchen astride him.

“Fuck,” she moaned and shifted until she was able to find purchase.

Feet flat on the bed, she crouched over him, using her legs to pump her pussy up and down on his cock.

“That’s it, baby. Now you’re in control. You like that, my wild one, don’t you?”

“Reggie! Fuck,” she moaned.

“Ride me,shona. Give me everything you’ve got,” he groaned, gripping her ass with his large hands.

Gretchen was completely on board with this plan. It wasn’t every day a man that looked like Reg was willing to be her personal sex slave. She lifted and pressed down, slowly at first, then faster and harder.

“Fuck,shona. That’s it! You’re so fucking good at that, baby. So hot and wet and tight. Take me, go on, take all of me,” he growled, thrusting upwards to meet her every descent.

Gretchen ground her pussy against his pubis with each and every slide of her slick sex. She increased speed, faster and harder, until she seemed closer and closer to her ultimate release.

Fingers gripping his shoulders, she scratched at him just to keep her grip. Reg hissed and growled as she pulsed around his invading sex. Grinding and sliding, up and down, faster, and faster, until he was just as breathless as she.

She could feel his cock pulsating deep within her, the perfect curve of it brushing against that special spot inside of her that no one had ever reached. Wetness dripped from her pussy, coating his dick, covering them both in the heady scent of sex that filled the whole room.

“Mine,” he growled the word, and her pussy clenched, squeezing him tightly.

She’d never been much for possessive assholes, but that word from his lips sent tendrils of excitement racing down her spine. She didn’t know why. It was too dominating, too clingy, almost Neanderthal-like, but her body seemed to really like it.

Gretchen panted as together theyraced to fulfillment. Louder she groaned, eyes glued to his as she continued to ride his body.

“So fucking good,” he grunted.

Gretchen rocked her body, encouraged by his praise. Back and forth, up, and down, faster still. There it was, just out of reach.

Reggie seemed to understand. He grabbed her hips and started moving her quicker, harder, slamming her down onto his cock. Again and again. Both of them grunting as she chased her orgasm until that one explosive moment when it nearly overcame her.

Gretchen cried out as her pussy convulsed around him, milking his cock, but he was not through yet. Reggie flipped them once more, impaling her with his even harder shaft.

Need, desperate and raw, filled her. She wanted him to come, Now. She’d never craved a man like this, never sought or received pleasure with such glorious abandon.

Perspiration dotted his forehead as he thrust his hips once, twice, two more times. Gretchen’s pussy clenched and spasmed. Pure ecstasy shot through her. She was barely aware of him as he lowered his head and sucked her neck, biting the flesh and tipping her orgasm into astronomical proportions.

The entire world went white as blinding light filled her vision. She felt him. All of him. His warm body hovered over and around her. His thick, wonderful cock pulsed heavily as he spilled his cum into her womb. Never before had she felt something so phenomenal.

This night would change her forever, somehow, she just knew it. Nothing would ever be the same again. How could it be? She’d just been fucked silly by what was surely a god come down to earth just for her.

Sigh.

It was a nice daydream, but the truth was Reg was flesh and blood just like her. Soon, he would tire of her. That was how things like this worked out for Gretchen. He would move on, and she would have to learn to cope with the loss.

Shit.

She didn’t want to have negative thoughts like that. Especially not now when her body was still shivering with the strength of her release, and his heart still pounded against hers.

She breathed deep, sucking in that spicy masculine scent that was all Reggie. He pressed down against her, wrapping his arms around her like steel bands in a good, hard embrace.

Then he leaned down and captured her mouth in a long, deep kiss. They both moaned the loss as he slowly withdrew completely from her slick heat.

Amazing man that he was, Reg reached over to a pile of freshly laundered towels that were folded in a basket she’d left on the floor earlier that day.

He took one and used it to pat some of the stickiness from her legs, making her more comfortable before tossing it in the direction of the open bathroom.

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