grunted from the grand intrusion and Adrianna simply lay there taking it in, meeting his hot strokes and enjoying every second of it. “Harder! Deeper!” she demanded. And oh God, that felt good, to just be able to tell him what she wanted.
He complied—she wasn’t sure she’d ever been fucked quite so hard as he was fucking her now. She curled her fingers into the bedcovers on either side of her to try to find some purchase, some leverage against the drives of that big cock that felt as if it reached to impossible lengths inside her. She cried out at each thrust and so did he. She became aware that they were both sweating, panting, lost in the sex, lost in that strange struggle for power they’d always seemed to share. He gripped her ass tight as he maintained the hot, hard rhythm.
Finally, she tired of him being on top and decided it was damn well her turn. So she gathered her remaining strength, then grabbed onto his forearms and turned him over in the bed. Only there wasn’t enough bed for that and the move knocked him to the floor—and he dragged her down with him. She landed half on his lap; he lay sprawled across the carpet. “Shit,” he muttered, but she didn’t apologize because she wasn’t sorry.
He managed to sit up, propping his back against the window wall next to the bed. Behind him, all of Las Vegas twinkled and shimmered in the crisp, clear black of night. Adrianna sat up, moving to straddle him even as he reached for her. His cock stood majestic and gleaming between them and she wanted it just as much as she ever had.
His hands found her ass again. She poised herself atop the column of steel. He pushed her down just as she chose to impale herself on it. Again, they both groaned at the marvelous impact. “Oh God,” she rasped. “So big.”
“Ride it,” he said, breathless. “Ride me hard.”
One more command from Tristan that she followed, enthusiastically.
Oh Lord, he felt extra big inside her in this position, but she loved it—despite the enormity of his shaft, she didn’t think she could ever get enough of it. She moved up and down, putting all her weight on it, relishing the insane feeling that he must be stretching her cunt to an impossible size.
She muttered, “Oh God,” and “Oh baby ,” and “Oh fuck , that’s good.”
He talked dirty, telling her how warm and wet she was, how nasty hot, what a dirty little cunt she had.
They moved together, sometimes in unison, sometimes in more of that struggling fashion, as if they battled each other somehow.
“I want the vibrator—where’s the vibrator?” she asked at some point.
They both looked around and saw that it had fallen, along with half the covers, when she’d knocked them off the bed. She reached for it, turned it on, eased the tip down over her clit and sighed with hot delight.
But Tristan snatched it out of her hand. “No,” he said sharply. “You might have started this, but I’m fucking finishing it!”
And with that, he reached around behind her to find her anal opening and slowly began to insert the buzzing toy. She sucked in her breath, went still. Um. Oh God. With his huge cock already in her cunt, the sensation was unbelievable. But she didn’t fight him, not this time. Her thoughts were drawn back to something she’d said earlier— Whatever you want, I want.
She wanted to feel this for her . And for him . She’d wanted that vibrator on her clit, for another super-powered orgasm—but this, this was even more intense than that, more heady.
Her fingernails curled into the flesh of his shoulders as the vibrator pushed deeper, deeper in her ass. She met his gaze and bit her lip. She couldn’t read his thoughts, but only knew, in her soul, that they were good together like this. It wasn’t pretty and it wasn’t sweet, and it wouldn’t last longer than the night, but in this moment, they were good together, they were pleasuring each other, and she was glad he’d walked so unceremoniously
He complied—she wasn’t sure she’d ever been fucked quite so hard as he was fucking her now. She curled her fingers into the bedcovers on either side of her to try to find some purchase, some leverage against the drives of that big cock that felt as if it reached to impossible lengths inside her. She cried out at each thrust and so did he. She became aware that they were both sweating, panting, lost in the sex, lost in that strange struggle for power they’d always seemed to share. He gripped her ass tight as he maintained the hot, hard rhythm.
Finally, she tired of him being on top and decided it was damn well her turn. So she gathered her remaining strength, then grabbed onto his forearms and turned him over in the bed. Only there wasn’t enough bed for that and the move knocked him to the floor—and he dragged her down with him. She landed half on his lap; he lay sprawled across the carpet. “Shit,” he muttered, but she didn’t apologize because she wasn’t sorry.
He managed to sit up, propping his back against the window wall next to the bed. Behind him, all of Las Vegas twinkled and shimmered in the crisp, clear black of night. Adrianna sat up, moving to straddle him even as he reached for her. His cock stood majestic and gleaming between them and she wanted it just as much as she ever had.
His hands found her ass again. She poised herself atop the column of steel. He pushed her down just as she chose to impale herself on it. Again, they both groaned at the marvelous impact. “Oh God,” she rasped. “So big.”
“Ride it,” he said, breathless. “Ride me hard.”
One more command from Tristan that she followed, enthusiastically.
Oh Lord, he felt extra big inside her in this position, but she loved it—despite the enormity of his shaft, she didn’t think she could ever get enough of it. She moved up and down, putting all her weight on it, relishing the insane feeling that he must be stretching her cunt to an impossible size.
She muttered, “Oh God,” and “Oh baby ,” and “Oh fuck , that’s good.”
He talked dirty, telling her how warm and wet she was, how nasty hot, what a dirty little cunt she had.
They moved together, sometimes in unison, sometimes in more of that struggling fashion, as if they battled each other somehow.
“I want the vibrator—where’s the vibrator?” she asked at some point.
They both looked around and saw that it had fallen, along with half the covers, when she’d knocked them off the bed. She reached for it, turned it on, eased the tip down over her clit and sighed with hot delight.
But Tristan snatched it out of her hand. “No,” he said sharply. “You might have started this, but I’m fucking finishing it!”
And with that, he reached around behind her to find her anal opening and slowly began to insert the buzzing toy. She sucked in her breath, went still. Um. Oh God. With his huge cock already in her cunt, the sensation was unbelievable. But she didn’t fight him, not this time. Her thoughts were drawn back to something she’d said earlier— Whatever you want, I want.
She wanted to feel this for her . And for him . She’d wanted that vibrator on her clit, for another super-powered orgasm—but this, this was even more intense than that, more heady.
Her fingernails curled into the flesh of his shoulders as the vibrator pushed deeper, deeper in her ass. She met his gaze and bit her lip. She couldn’t read his thoughts, but only knew, in her soul, that they were good together like this. It wasn’t pretty and it wasn’t sweet, and it wouldn’t last longer than the night, but in this moment, they were good together, they were pleasuring each other, and she was glad he’d walked so unceremoniously
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