strong and asserting behind me, trying to dominate me. This isn't usually my style.. I'm always the one in control. But somehow it was working. If this bad boy needed to call the shots, then I could feed into his ego a little, for now anyway.
I groan, and use my hands to grab fist fulls of the blanket beneath me. His husky, breathless voice behind me calls to me. “Tell me you want this, baby... tell me you need it just as bad as I do.”
I spread my knees as far as the bundled fabric around them will allow. “Give it to me.. I need it now. ”
He growls his approval of his little conquest, pressing his huge latex covered dick against me, circling my slit, playing with my need. The roughness of the denim and the small bite of the zipper trails over my skin. He had freed himself just enough to get the job done. “That's right, sugar..”
My slickness offers more than enough guidance as he pushed hard into me holding firmly as he entered to the hilt. I gasped out. Not in pain... there are truly no words for how he felt inside me, claiming my body. He held himself still, muscles taught. “Christ, sugar, you are so fucking tight!”
I smile wickedly. One of the benefits of sitting at a desk while entering charts for hours at an end was being able to do kegel exercises.
“I'm glad you approve.” I answered back to him with just a hint of bitchiness. What was he expecting? I mean..I know I'm no young kid, I was almost twenty seven, but did he think I'd be some kind of loosy Lucy?
I push my ass into him hard, spurring him to start moving. He reaches up and takes hold of a fistful of my cascading hair, turning it in his fingers and holding it rigidly. “Hell, yeah, I approve.”
The next ten minutes were mind blowing. Each thrust of his was met with an equally impressive one of my own. Our sounds filled the room, turning each other on and the sterile scent of the room was now replaced by the muskiness of sex. He was riding me hard, plowing over and over, filling me deeper and wider than I think I've ever had before. It felt glorious, relieving all tension and stress as we poured into each other. I was starting to climb higher and higher, whimpering my need to cross over the invisible edge.
I slip my hand under my chest and pull at my taught nipple, offering whatever help I can to get me there.
“God. Sugar... you feel so fucking good...” He breathed out, low enough that I wasn't even sure it was meant for my ears. I begin to pant, liquid dribbling down the inside of my thigh. He hand slides around my hip and into the heat searching for my center. He finds it quickly and presses into it, twirling it between his fingers and massaging it with his rugged finger tips. It's throbbing beneath his prodding and the flames shoot into me as I call out.
“Yes... oooh, baby, I can't...” And that was it. Ringing in my ears sounded off and bright white light filled my eyes as they rolled back and pressed hard against my closed eyelids. My shoulders shuddered and legs wobbled from the unending exertion. I was spasming around his shaft, gripping it and releasing involuntarily as I panted like a wild animal in heat.
Clink doubled his efforts behind me and pushed himself into his own outburst, slumping over me as he recovered. Our bodies were breathing in time with each other's, deep and fast as we brought ourselves back down.
He numbly kisses my skin as he gulps in air between each one. He began to quiet, settle and then delicately pulled himself from within me. I felt the absence of his warm breath on my back as he stood. There was a snapping sound before Clink walked over to the trash can. His foot pressed on the pedal and the lid obligingly lifted itself allowing him to throw the filled condom into it before shutting closed.
I mustered up enough strength to raise myself and pick my scrubs back up, working the drawstring tight as he pulled his zipper and buckled himself in. We stared, each sizing the other one up. I stood
I groan, and use my hands to grab fist fulls of the blanket beneath me. His husky, breathless voice behind me calls to me. “Tell me you want this, baby... tell me you need it just as bad as I do.”
I spread my knees as far as the bundled fabric around them will allow. “Give it to me.. I need it now. ”
He growls his approval of his little conquest, pressing his huge latex covered dick against me, circling my slit, playing with my need. The roughness of the denim and the small bite of the zipper trails over my skin. He had freed himself just enough to get the job done. “That's right, sugar..”
My slickness offers more than enough guidance as he pushed hard into me holding firmly as he entered to the hilt. I gasped out. Not in pain... there are truly no words for how he felt inside me, claiming my body. He held himself still, muscles taught. “Christ, sugar, you are so fucking tight!”
I smile wickedly. One of the benefits of sitting at a desk while entering charts for hours at an end was being able to do kegel exercises.
“I'm glad you approve.” I answered back to him with just a hint of bitchiness. What was he expecting? I mean..I know I'm no young kid, I was almost twenty seven, but did he think I'd be some kind of loosy Lucy?
I push my ass into him hard, spurring him to start moving. He reaches up and takes hold of a fistful of my cascading hair, turning it in his fingers and holding it rigidly. “Hell, yeah, I approve.”
The next ten minutes were mind blowing. Each thrust of his was met with an equally impressive one of my own. Our sounds filled the room, turning each other on and the sterile scent of the room was now replaced by the muskiness of sex. He was riding me hard, plowing over and over, filling me deeper and wider than I think I've ever had before. It felt glorious, relieving all tension and stress as we poured into each other. I was starting to climb higher and higher, whimpering my need to cross over the invisible edge.
I slip my hand under my chest and pull at my taught nipple, offering whatever help I can to get me there.
“God. Sugar... you feel so fucking good...” He breathed out, low enough that I wasn't even sure it was meant for my ears. I begin to pant, liquid dribbling down the inside of my thigh. He hand slides around my hip and into the heat searching for my center. He finds it quickly and presses into it, twirling it between his fingers and massaging it with his rugged finger tips. It's throbbing beneath his prodding and the flames shoot into me as I call out.
“Yes... oooh, baby, I can't...” And that was it. Ringing in my ears sounded off and bright white light filled my eyes as they rolled back and pressed hard against my closed eyelids. My shoulders shuddered and legs wobbled from the unending exertion. I was spasming around his shaft, gripping it and releasing involuntarily as I panted like a wild animal in heat.
Clink doubled his efforts behind me and pushed himself into his own outburst, slumping over me as he recovered. Our bodies were breathing in time with each other's, deep and fast as we brought ourselves back down.
He numbly kisses my skin as he gulps in air between each one. He began to quiet, settle and then delicately pulled himself from within me. I felt the absence of his warm breath on my back as he stood. There was a snapping sound before Clink walked over to the trash can. His foot pressed on the pedal and the lid obligingly lifted itself allowing him to throw the filled condom into it before shutting closed.
I mustered up enough strength to raise myself and pick my scrubs back up, working the drawstring tight as he pulled his zipper and buckled himself in. We stared, each sizing the other one up. I stood
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