I’m letting him push his cock into my throat as far as it will go. I want him inside me, and it’s one way to penetrate me. And I like it when he dominates me. The more he does it, the more it turns me on. I will never be into real pain like some people, but I like the idea of Wes having his way with me, taking what he wants from me.

When he pushes into my mouth, I let my mind go blank and focus on what I’m feeling. I still have my hands wrapped around his balls, and I squeeze them lightly, getting him that much closer to the edge. I know he could come anytime, but I also don’t think he’s going to let loose. Not yet.

It looks like he’s the type to hold out as long as he can if our first session and this foreplay are anything to go by.

When he pulls back, his cock comes out of my mouth with a pop, and I look up at him, breathing hard. His face is riddled with lust as he looks down at me. I take his outstretched hand, letting him pull me up. He pushes me back onto the bed, following me down so that we end up on the mattress together. He kisses me hard, one hand in my hair, pulling lightly when he slides his other hand around to my neck. He holds my neck without strangling me. It’s enough to know he can keep me there if he wants to. I know he won’t, but the illusion does the trick, and I feel myself getting wetter.

Wes pauses and looks at me, face concerned.

“Is this okay?” he asks. “It’s not too much?”

“It’s fine,” I say. “I’ll tell you if it’s too much. Trust me.”

It’s all he needs to know. I’m not sure if it’s trust or lust that spurs him on but he kisses me again, and his hand is on my throat. His body is grinding against mine. He’s not inside me but his cock rubs against my pussy, and it’s driving me crazy. He’s so close to taking me, but he’s not doing it. As he kisses me, sliding his tongue in and out of my mouth, it’s like he’s fucking me already. His cock slides up and down my slit, my wetness coating it. I moan in between our kisses and gasp when he grabs one tit and squeezes it hard enough to be just this side of pain.

It translates into pure pleasure and I cry out, breaking the kiss.

My legs are open, and Wes is between them, his hips forcing my thighs open even wider. He pushes into me, and it’s what I’ve been waiting for him to do. He was teasing me with this the whole time, sliding up and down past my entrance and ignoring it.

The moment he’s inside me, he starts fucking me. He braces himself with his arms on either side of my head and holds himself over my body. His hips buck, and he slams into me, fucking me so hard I cry out with every stroke. There’s no reason to be quiet, now. I don’t have to worry about who will hear me because it’s just Wes and me. I reach up and put my hands on his shoulders. I can feel the muscles ripple under the skin as he moves and holds himself over me to not crush me.

I wrap my legs around his upper thighs and ride the rhythm with him.

When slows for a moment and leans on his elbows instead. His body is pressed up against mine, now, skin touching from crotch to chest. He looks me in the eyes. His face is riddled with concentration and pleasure, and I lift my head and kiss him. The kiss doesn’t last very long – we’re breathing too hard for that.

When he regains a bit of strength and pushes up on his arm again, I reach for my tits. He loved it when I touched myself before. It was fucking hot having him watch me do it.

I squeeze and massage my tits. His eyes slide to my chest, and he watches my hand as I knead my tits, pinching the nipples. He starts fucking me harder. I let one hand trail lower down, pushing it in between our bodies. His body slams into mine and clamps my hand between our bodies when I find my clit, but I keep going. I rub myself, working my hand between our bodies as he slams into me again and again, burying his cock inside of me. He’s looking down at where our bodies merge, where our sex comes together. He’s breathing hard.

I close my eyes and lose myself in the sensation. I hold my hand still and let his rocking, his rhythm, work its magic. My finger is on my clit and his fucking moves it around, and the sensation is orgasmic. It’s exactly what I want.

I’m trapped beneath Wes’s body – he pins me down with his hips, his hands on either side of my head – and I love it. It’s a thrill to be with this man – an icon of sorts in the business world – and to know that I’m the object of his lust. I don’t care that there is no affection involved.

I don’t date. I don’t do love. If he doesn’t do it, either, all the better for us.

I’m getting close to my orgasm, moaning and gasping, when Wes stops.

He pushes himself up and slips out of me. I groan in protest, feeling his absence acutely. He’s on his knees and takes my ankles on either side of him. He lifts my legs up and holds them against his body so they’re up in the air. He slides his hand down one leg while holding my ankles firmly with the other. His hand strokes my skin all the way down to my ass. He grabs my ass cheek, squeezes it before he finds my entrance with his fingers and pushes them in.

“I love the way you feel,” he says.

I breathe hard, my body going numb in all the right places when he does that, changing the feel of everything. Wes is an expert and knows exactly what he’s doing, and he’s driving me crazy with desire and sensory overload.

When I’m moaning and writhing again, he removes his fingers and almost immediately, replaces them with his swollen cock. He pushes into me hard and fast, barely letting me adjust to the feel of him, and I cry out. He holds my legs up, and at this angle, he plunges so much deeper inside me. His cock pushes in and out, stroking me in different places than before and I’m drowning in the feel of him.

He fucks me harder and harder. My body rocks back and forth on the bed. I can feel the friction of the bedding beneath my back. Wes’s one arm is around my shins now, holding up my legs. The other arm is outstretched, hand on my thigh. My tits swing back and forth as he fucks me.

I close my eyes. I’m moaning in rhythm with his fucking. An orgasm grows as he does this, starting deep down at my core and slowly running outward.

Wes opens my legs a little so that my feet are on either side of his face. He leans forward, slowly, pushing my legs toward me. He’s folding me in half and the further he pushes me down the deeper he goes. I cry out. His thrusts are sharp, but they’re more pleasure than pain, and I’m lost in the feel of him riding me, fucking me, doing to me as he pleases.

The fact that he’s using me to pleasure himself pushes me closer to the edge.

The room fills with the sounds of our sex. My cries are everything but soft. I am as vocal as I get. He’s pounding me at an angle I’ve never had before, and I’m a moaner anyway. The slick sound of his cock pumping in and out of me laces the sounds of my moans, his hips slapping against my thighs, the grunts and groans of his effort.

It’s hot and heavy. I’m splayed out on his bed, and it’s not the least bit elegant, but I don’t care. He’s taking me, and the ecstasy of it is all that counts right now.

As if he’s been holding back, Wes picks it up another gear. He hammers into me harder and faster than before, and my cries fall away until they’re just gasps and breathy cries. My muscles clench, pleasure washes through me in waves, but I know it’s not time yet. I’m close but not quite to my next orgasm.

Finally, Wes slows. He has incredible stamina but even he can’t go on forever. When he slides in and out of me with slow strokes, I can finally think straight again.

“Lie down on the bed,” I say while he’s still inside me. “Let me do the work for a change.”

Wes stops. He’s still inside me, but he doesn’t move. I can feel his pulse, his cock throbbing slightly inside me.

He pulls out slowly, and I gasp. I’m sensitive from how he’s been fucking me so hard, and I can feel every inch of him as he pulls out.

When he lets down my legs, I take a moment to recover. He lies down next to me. I turn my face to his and kiss him. He smiles, and I push myself up, crawling onto him. I straddle him, but I show him my ass, facing his feet when I throw my leg over his hips.

I hold onto his cock. It’s slick with our juices, the flesh hot and thick. I position him at my entrance and slowly sit down on him. I’m so wet, and he slips in with ease. I feel him all the way in and moan as he slides home.

Reverse cowgirl feels different because his cock lays at a different angle than my body does. He strokes up against my walls, pushing down against me. I start moving my hips back and forth, riding him.

Wes’s hands are on my hips, and I know he’s getting a beautiful view of my ass. My cheeks are spread when I sit down on him, my ass bubbling out and with every movement I know my body jiggles and bounces. I’m not overweight, but I am curvy. My muscles aren’t toned like an athlete’s, and when I rock back and forth, riding him, I know I jiggle.

And I know men like it. They are mesmerizing by the back and forth motion of tits swinging and asses jiggling. The skin-and-bones models of today might be the standard all women feel they’re held to, but give a man a woman with curves, bits that jiggle back and forth during sex, and he’ll be a hell of a lot more turned on.

I start rocking back and forth harder and faster. His cock slides in and out of me. His hands are on my hips, fingers digging into my skin when I go faster, letting me know that he’s loving what I’m doing. His grunts and groans are getting louder and come more often, and they join my own moans in a soundtrack that defines our night.

My tits rock back and forth, and I put my hands on them for a moment, feeling them, before I brace myself with one hand on his thigh in front of me and one hand on his hip behind me to give me enough leverage to keep going like this.