for control with just the barest edge of pain. I gasped and he urged me up to the top step.
“You on the pill?” he demanded.
“Tubal ligation.”
He didn’t even pause, he stepped up behind me and shoved his cock between my ass cheeks.
“I’m going to fuck you bareback,” he declared, but paused, letting me have my say.
“You only live once,” I said, my pussy clenching with want and need. God I wanted skin on skin with this man.
“What are you waiting for, Cutter?” I demanded and I swear I could hear the grin before he kicked my feet apart and slammed me face down into the soft mattress. I gasped and he shoved into me, hard.
I cried out as he filled me, stretching me almost to the point of pain but he didn’t stop or slow down and I really fucking liked that about him.
“Harder!” I cried and his hand tightened in my hair, his arm pressed down on my back and his hand rose from my hip. His palm crashed down onto my right ass cheek and I yowled in pleasure, my sopping cunt pressing down around his invading cock.
“I’m going to give it to you the way I want to give it to you, you lost your fucking say the second you pointed that gun in my face.”
Oh my fucking God that was hot, I arched, grabbing fistfuls of sheet and pressed back onto him, clenching down on him at the same time. His thrusting slowed as it became harder to work his way in and out of me.
“God damn you’re fucking tight,” he uttered, voice strained.
He let go of my hair and smoothed a hand down my spine as he went for a grip on my other hip. Fingers digging with near bruising force he held me, pressing into me deep and deeper until he bottomed out and that fucking hurt in all the right ways. So good, so deep, he filled me out and pushed my limits, and started that slow and exquisitely torturous build in my womb.
“Oh God! Cutter, you feel so good!” I bit my lower lip, grasping it between my teeth as he rode me.
“You going to come?” he demanded.
“Yes!”
“Good.”
It was a rare thing for me, coming without the benefit of having my clit stimulated but Cutter had found the right combination. He rode over my g-spot, touched that place deep inside me, stimulated all the right places both physically and intellectually and I had about died and gone to heaven as a result. Each forward thrust of his hips was punctuated by a feral, feminine cry, spilling from my mouth, coloring the air with my desire and lust and I loved it. Couldn’t get enough of it. I was close, just so freaking close .
Cutter’s voice broke through, “Come on, Baby, just a little bit more, tighten up for me….Yeah, that’s it! That’s a good girl, come on, Sweetheart, give it to me, YES!”
I came, exploding all around him and over him, my arms giving out, which I don’t even remember them holding me up off the bed. I collapsed against the crisp cotton sheets and Cutter kept his rhythm, stroking deep, a little slower than before but still just as intense as my cunt quivered around his shaft.
“Oh God!” I gasped.
“Nope, just me, Sweetheart; not done with you yet either,” he pulled out of me and his arm snaked beneath me, his palm pressed between my tits as he bent over me, his chest pressing to my back. He straightened, taking me with him and held me panting and trembling against his chest for a moment.
“Up into the bed, lay on your back,” he ordered and my knees were so weak it took me a couple of tries to comply. He climbed in after me and settled back between my thighs. I was so incredibly wet. Wetter than I ever remember being before in my life. Cutter gazed down at me, solid, in control, assessing me before nodding to himself and introducing his cock back into my pussy.
I arched off the bed and he hooked my legs over his arms, palms flat to the mattress, driving into me deep, the angle different but no less erotic, no less arousing than before. It was like he touched all the places he’d missed in our initial
“You on the pill?” he demanded.
“Tubal ligation.”
He didn’t even pause, he stepped up behind me and shoved his cock between my ass cheeks.
“I’m going to fuck you bareback,” he declared, but paused, letting me have my say.
“You only live once,” I said, my pussy clenching with want and need. God I wanted skin on skin with this man.
“What are you waiting for, Cutter?” I demanded and I swear I could hear the grin before he kicked my feet apart and slammed me face down into the soft mattress. I gasped and he shoved into me, hard.
I cried out as he filled me, stretching me almost to the point of pain but he didn’t stop or slow down and I really fucking liked that about him.
“Harder!” I cried and his hand tightened in my hair, his arm pressed down on my back and his hand rose from my hip. His palm crashed down onto my right ass cheek and I yowled in pleasure, my sopping cunt pressing down around his invading cock.
“I’m going to give it to you the way I want to give it to you, you lost your fucking say the second you pointed that gun in my face.”
Oh my fucking God that was hot, I arched, grabbing fistfuls of sheet and pressed back onto him, clenching down on him at the same time. His thrusting slowed as it became harder to work his way in and out of me.
“God damn you’re fucking tight,” he uttered, voice strained.
He let go of my hair and smoothed a hand down my spine as he went for a grip on my other hip. Fingers digging with near bruising force he held me, pressing into me deep and deeper until he bottomed out and that fucking hurt in all the right ways. So good, so deep, he filled me out and pushed my limits, and started that slow and exquisitely torturous build in my womb.
“Oh God! Cutter, you feel so good!” I bit my lower lip, grasping it between my teeth as he rode me.
“You going to come?” he demanded.
“Yes!”
“Good.”
It was a rare thing for me, coming without the benefit of having my clit stimulated but Cutter had found the right combination. He rode over my g-spot, touched that place deep inside me, stimulated all the right places both physically and intellectually and I had about died and gone to heaven as a result. Each forward thrust of his hips was punctuated by a feral, feminine cry, spilling from my mouth, coloring the air with my desire and lust and I loved it. Couldn’t get enough of it. I was close, just so freaking close .
Cutter’s voice broke through, “Come on, Baby, just a little bit more, tighten up for me….Yeah, that’s it! That’s a good girl, come on, Sweetheart, give it to me, YES!”
I came, exploding all around him and over him, my arms giving out, which I don’t even remember them holding me up off the bed. I collapsed against the crisp cotton sheets and Cutter kept his rhythm, stroking deep, a little slower than before but still just as intense as my cunt quivered around his shaft.
“Oh God!” I gasped.
“Nope, just me, Sweetheart; not done with you yet either,” he pulled out of me and his arm snaked beneath me, his palm pressed between my tits as he bent over me, his chest pressing to my back. He straightened, taking me with him and held me panting and trembling against his chest for a moment.
“Up into the bed, lay on your back,” he ordered and my knees were so weak it took me a couple of tries to comply. He climbed in after me and settled back between my thighs. I was so incredibly wet. Wetter than I ever remember being before in my life. Cutter gazed down at me, solid, in control, assessing me before nodding to himself and introducing his cock back into my pussy.
I arched off the bed and he hooked my legs over his arms, palms flat to the mattress, driving into me deep, the angle different but no less erotic, no less arousing than before. It was like he touched all the places he’d missed in our initial
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