Griffin loomed above her, arms holding his chest above Lorraine’s. She looked up at him as if he were some great figure, a champion, a greater man than she’d ever known or ever would know. Griffin looked down at Lorraine with a little smile, his intimate satisfaction leaking through his glowing blue eyes, blond hair falling over his gorgeous face.

The first third of his long, thick cock filled her, lips clenching down on him to savor every bit of his reedy, muscular power. She was hot and wet and happily wrapped around him, nine short pumps of that wondrous cock was followed by one long, slow draw, lingering, pausing, moving inside her before it slipped forward for another series of short pumps, this time eight of them followed by two long, deeper plunges.

Griffin went to his mid-shaft for seven sharp jabs and then three long, patient strokes, a tilt of his hips to the side igniting the nerves of her clit, legs shaking on either side of Griffin’s shifting hips.

Six short shots with a circular bend and four long, deeper moves pushed Griffin’s huge, hard cock even deeper into Lorraine’s personal, private self, her body opened to him as to no other. Then five pumps, bam bam bam bam bam were followed by five even, measured thrusts into her and then back, each one a gesture of love, and each one ratcheting Lorraine’s body into new levels of tension. When the fast strokes came, she longed for the slow. But, the slow pumps only teased her, jaws clenched, groin yearning for more, harder, faster.

Lorraine felt as if she’d never stopped cumming, but now she knew there would be a whole new expression of her body’s endless desire. It would have to wait, she would have to wait.

They were only at five.

Then four sharp jabs made way for another long, slow push, the first of six. By the fourth long thrust, Lorraine’s body was shaking, Griffin pushing her right knee back toward her chest.

Three pumps introduced seven long strokes, each one agonizing for Lorraine. No, no, more, faster, fuck me like crazy, you fucking monster!

But, the strokes kept coming, long and slow … five … six … seven …

Two times more were all Lorraine would get before another series of slow-motion push-and-pull strokes that sent pulses of pleasure through her. Lorraine’s orgasm was percolating, frothing beneath the surface, straining and twisting between her hips, jutting them forward, eager for more frenzied action even during those long pulls, slow intrusions, deeper and harder, pushing her tissues and nerves to the side in a perverse invasion of her body.

Lorraine was thirsty for combat.

There was just a single fast jab before another series of protracted strokes, so slow Griffin seemed barely to move at all, Lorraine’s jaw locking as the moments passed.

One.

Griffin paused, holding his cock motionless inside her before beginning the delirious journey back into her, his girth unyielding, his length unending.

Two.

No, no, fuck me harder! Fast and hard, fast and hard you fucking bastard!

Griffin could read her body, he knew what she wanted. He indulged in the ability not to give it to her. He relished her frustration, glad to foster that volcanic orgasm inside her. It was as if he knew her orgasm, like he was conspiring with it to drive her insane. She was trapped between Griffin above her and her orgasm within and there was nowhere to run, no place to hide.

I can’t wait, Griffin, don’t make me wait!

Three.

Lorraine cried out, lips bending over her teeth. There were no words that could express her desire, no reason for any. Griffin knew what she wanted, Lorraine knew that he knew.

Four.

Lorraine’s cum poured through her as his cock pulled slowly out, hardly moving at all, resting in her cradle, the lord of all that it surveyed. Then it moved in again for a closer look at the induction, the flooding of her nether, the destruction of her body by its own raging power.

Five.

Lorraine clenched her fists and punched Griffin’s strong chest and shoulders, but he only chuckled at the effect he was having on her, savoring the control he wielded over her body and her soul. He could go on like this all night, and both of them knew it.

Six.

I can’t do it, Lorraine heard her inner voice cry out, I can’t wait … I can’t … Lorraine’s legs locked around the small of Griffin’s back to pull him close and end her torment once and for all. Griffin was swift to reach around and disconnect them, pushing Lorraine’s leg back and digging in so deep, so smooth, a lean to the left inspiring an even stronger outpouring of juices, draining Lorraine nearly to the death.

Seven.

Only two more, Lorraine told herself, only two more, then the fast, then the fast … God I need that so much …

Griffin pulled back slow and paused again with a mean little chuckle, then pushed that probing prick back in, each tiny fraction of an inch seeming to last a lifetime. The more she wanted it, the slower he went. Lorraine could only wait, muscles pulling tight, teeth nearly shattering in her clenched jaw.

Please now please now please now, now now now now now now …

Eight.

Lorraine pressed her head back against the pillow, hands reaching around the backs of her own knees to pull them back, the tension of her own body circling in on itself, increasing, everything tighter … tighter …

Nine.

Yes, yes, Lorraine’s inner maniac screamed out like an animal in a cage, oh God yes yes yes yes yes yes …

But, Griffin waited, just the head and first few inches resting in Lorraine’s wanton, wet pussy. He gave it a little shake, Lorraine’s hips shaking in response, her whole body waiting for that last, beautiful plunge.

Now, damn it, Lorraine’s private self screamed, now! Now now now now now now!

Griffin answered her with a sweeping slide into her, deep and long and thick and hard, finding new depths and touching off electric bursts of joy so deep in Lorraine that they seemed to be coming from the corners of her soul, of his soul, both their souls colliding.

Now, baby, now! Now!

Griffin said, “Yes, baby, now.”

The flurry of his harder pumps returned. Bam bam bam bam! The ten hard shocks gave Lorraine all the reason for release she might have needed, if she'd been able to resist before. That pounding rotation, deep, fast, hard,thick and pressing against her from each and every side, sent Lorraine’s orgasm to heights even it had never thought possible. It tore through her body leaving her quivering uncontrollably.

But the fast pumps ended and an earthquake brought the house crumbling down as a long, slow probe promised another head-spinning round of the Taoist thrust, if Lorraine could survive it.

She was more than willing to die trying.