Page 33 of Addicted

“You’re going to take all of me,” Hugh said, holding everything I desired, just out of my reach.

“And when you get every inch, you’re going to say thank you. Aren’t you?” He whispered the words against my lips.

I nodded and his fingers squeezed.

“Yes.” The word was breathy as it left my lips.

“That’s what I thought.”

Hugh leaned down, and spit on his dick, using my fingers to rub it around himself before leaning towards me.

“Open.”

I opened my mouth and he shoved my fingers inside. I barely processed the sweet taste of my pussy before he lunged forward, roughly impaling me with his dick. His hand moved back to the space between my shoulder and throat while the other was clenched tightly at my waist. My hands clung to his hips as his momentum shoved me back on the arm of the couch. My sore ass twinged but I didn’t show it. I was grateful he was finally filling me.

“Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.” The moaned words tumbled from my lips as I stretched around him.

Pulling his hips back, he almost freed himself from my grip before he slammed home again.

“That’s a good fucking girl. Take this fucking dick, gorgeous.”

Everything was on fire as the wide head of his dick danced across my sensitive muscles and hit every sweet spot as he surged forward at a slow and measured pace. Iwas chasing his every caress, and it only took two more thrusts before I was coming. My orgasm matched his languid tempo. The fingers at my hip grabbed a nipple and pulled it tight. I groaned against the stinging ecstasy as my orgasm lingered.

Sweat was beading along his forehead as he watched his dick work in and out of me.

I grabbed the hand near my throat and reached forward to grab Hugh’s cheek. When he looked up at me, I smiled.

“Sir, please fuck me.”

Hugh froze. I watched his eyes widen a fraction as he gasped. Angling my face up, I dragged my tongue across his lips and up his cheek.

He leaned into me, and I fell back on to the couch, my pussy still at the perfect angle on his shaft.

“Hold on,” he said, grabbing my hips.

I looked around the couch, “To what?”

“Your sanity.”

Before I could reply, he thrust into me, bouncing my body against his. I cried out as he pounded into me. My body rocked with each brutal thrust. I couldn’t think, I couldn’t breathe. The only thing I could do was take him and feel him, my body begging for more.

“Fuck, yes.” The words were almost a scream.

Hugh’s groans morphed from sensual to feral as he brought me to another orgasm. I moaned through it as his fingers began rapidly rubbing against my clit.

Then, I did scream, my fingers digging into the cushions as I arched into his touch.

“Keep cumming,” he groaned.

The dim lights above me blurred as tears fell down my face and my orgasm became so aggressive, that I felt pain in my chest as I struggled to breathe, the tears coming faster.

“Denny, baby?” His fingers stopped moving, but I dug my feet into the couch and kept up with his thrusts.

“Don’t you fucking stop,” my voice bordered on hysterical.

He grabbed at my hips and kept driving into me, and I wept, repeating my words, begging and pleading with him. Telling him how good he felt and how I wanted all of him. It didn’t take long before he found that same unrelenting rhythm and I was coming again, feeling waves and waves of pleasure flowing through my entire body and stealing what little breath I had.

This time, Hugh followed shortly after me, his own orgasm a groaning moan that I wanted to record and keep with me forever. He pumped me full, and I could feel him spasming as he came.

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