Dominic
She was stunning. Her hands, as they navigated my body, expert. I knew I should probably rest. It was important that I heal up soon, with the heist coming up. But I did not care.
I must have her.
And so, with her hair sopping wet, hanging in glimmering cascades past her breasts, and water streaming down the slopes of her breasts to spray in soft fans from her nipples, I ordered her from the shower. I waited for her to towel off, and then leave the bathroom. I wanted to dry my body myself, for if I was to wince, I did not want her to see me do it.
Now was the time for hardness. No more pain. No more recovery. I would show her what a real man was.
Even with my blood loss, I was as hard as a rock. When I marched completely nude from the bathroom, it bounced up and down in rhythm with my steps, slapping against my thighs, all the way up to my belly button. I tickled my balls with my fingertips, inviting them to swell, to impress her with their size and their force.
She was waiting on the bed, sitting neatly like a lady, with her arms and legs crossed.
“No,” I said, seizing her by the wrist. “Put away the lady. I want the slut.”
And I hurled her headlong across the bed.
Her body splayed out before me like a Greek statue, all marble busts and curves, dips and mounds. Her breasts bounced on the impact, her little nipples hardening at the sight of me. For a moment, she looked afraid of my aggression, but then a wicked grin spread across her face.
“Alright, bad boy,” she chuckled. “Show me what you got.”
I was on her. In an instant, she was pinned against the bed, her arms outstretched over her head, her wrists held fast by my own.
“Put it in me,” she begged, but I just smiled.
“No, darlin’,” I replied. “You’ve got some work to do before that.”
So then, with my legs shimmed up to either side of her neck, I took my cock in hand and rammed it down her throat.
“Suck it, you little slut,” I ordered, and she automatically obeyed.
Oh, the ecstasy! The slick, wet pressure of her mouth upon my dick. Like an expert, she rocked her head up and down, lengthening her movement along my shaft, tightening her lips around my tip, and never, ever grazing me with her teeth.
Most women would be afraid with me up and on their face like that. My balls pooled against her neck. I could have crushed her throat with my thighs. And yet, all of her focus was on pleasing me. It was a great view: her mouth flexed and poised for sucking, her lovely hair splayed out in a fan across the pillow. Already, I could feel myself throbbing as she built the pleasure up inside my cock.
“Now your turn,” I grunted, and wrenched myself from her mouth. Like a predator, I dove between her legs, slapped her thighs aside, and pounced upon her pussy. My lips closed around her clit, sweet and small as a berry. With one hand, I worked my way below my chin and stroked at her lips, spreading them wide with my fingertips.
“Oh, fuck…” She moaned, and her legs spread wider. Already, I could feel wetness coating my hands, and slipping its way up to her clit. She tasted delicious, salty and sweet.
Then, without warning, I ceased stroking the outside of her pussy and drove two fingers inside her, hard. She screamed out, but not in pain. I could tell by the way her pussy flexed and throbbed that she liked it.
“You gonna cum for me, huh?” I growled, forming my fingers into a hook shape and scraping them along the soft tissue of her g-spot.
“Yes!” She cried, bucking and writhing on the sheets. “Yes!”
“What, already?” I teased. “It must have been a long time then, huh?”
“I…I….ooohhh!” Her screams reached a crescendo. I felt her whole body tighten, lifting up off the bed into a bridge. Her fingers dug into the sheets. Her toes curled, and her eyes rolled back into the whites.
And still, I kept pounding with my fingers. I felt wetness gushing past, not a trickle now but a flood. The muscles of her pussy spasmed again and again as she came, until, at long last, I slowed my assault.
Slowly, she sagged upon the bed, like a deflating balloon. Every now and again a tremor would run through her, as if she’d been touched with an electric wire. I waited until her breathing calmed, and she was able, at last, to blink her eyes into focus and look at me.
“Alright, Erica,” I said, grinning down at her from my perch between her legs. “Now, it is time for some cock.”
I grabbed her by the hips, flipped her over, so she was on her knees, bent down, with her ass on proud display before me. I gripped the left cheek appreciatively, relishing its size and its lovely tone. The right cheek, I slapped with my hand so hard her flesh rippled with the impact.
She moaned aloud, and reached behind her to grasp both her cheeks in hand. With her face buried in pillows, she spread herself wide, opening her pussy to me.
“Perfect little pussy,” I murmured, running my finger along it. It was still soaking wet, and throbbing from her last orgasm. I could ram it right inside. So, I took my cock in hand, gave it a quick rub to make sure it was at maximum firepower, and pressed it against her opening.
“Please,” I heard her beg, as I teased her with the arrow-head hardness of my tip. “Put it in me.”
I stroked the hair behind her ear, then gripped her scalp, hard. “I fuck you,” I growled, “when I want to fuck you.”
And I rammed it inside her.
Her tightness was incredible. The pressure on my cock, from the squeezing of her pussy’s lips to deep within her, enormous. “Oh yeah,” I moaned, and slid up and down the length of her, relishing the elastic strength of her opening to the gentle ripple of her g-spot along my tip and the length of my shaft. That’s when I noticed, as my balls slapped upon her pussy, the most amazing thing: she could take all of me in.
I am a big guy. I am not going to deny it. Most women wince, or cry out in pain when I try ramming the entirety of my cock inside them. But Erica...no. She was tough, and her pussy strong. With every thrusting lunge inside her, she moaned with pleasure, spreading her cheeks wider, and letting me pound her face in the bed. I could see her muscles bracing and the way her toes curled beneath her as she was overcome.
“You like that?” I demanded, increasing my tempo. “Yeah, you do, you slut!”
I was pounding her so hard that she was forced to let go of her butt, and brace herself with her hands upon the bed. She threw her head back, gasping for breath, and her breasts, now raised upward, pounced and trembled with the hard little points of her nipples drawing circles in the air. I reached around her and seized one, pinching it hard, and she had to lean down and bite a pillow to keep from screaming out with the intensity of it.
“Come here,” I ordered, my other hand clawing its way up her body and heaving her against me. There we were, my chest pressed to her back, her tits heaving, my cock now slamming at a new angle inside her pussy. I closed my fingers around her neck, not to choke her, but to show her how absolutely within my power she was. I could fuck her or destroy her as the fancy took me, and I wanted to make sure she knew it.
Dimly, I was aware of the thin scab that had formed over my wound ripping open, but I didn’t care. All the wounds and Crooked Jaws in the world could not have kept me from pounding her into oblivion.
Seizing her by the hair, I whipped her mouth to face me and kissed her, while my free hand pushed and prodded at her breasts, her clit. Her moan burst into my mouth, and a rippling of muscle in her pussy told me she had cum yet again. Then, I threw her down. It was end game. Time to focus on me.
My ramming intensified. Now, powerful, full-body thrusts that drove me all the way inside her. Next, jackhammering, my tip like a piston against the liquid resistance of her opening. Back and forth. Deep and shallow. Sending jolts of pleasure blasting through the length of my cock.
“I’m gonna cum in you,” I told her, feeling the load building. She dug her hands into the bedsheets, curling them tight beneath her fingers, bracing herself for the onslaught.
“Please…” She begged, her voice barely discernible amid my pounding. “Cum in me…”
“Almost!” I roared. I could have cum right then if I wanted, but I wanted it to be enormous. Explosive. Volcanic. I kept pumping, feeling the pressure build, until my tip seemed hard as metal and twice its regular size. And then…
“Ah, yes!”
The dam burst open. Her pussy saw a flood. Wave after shocking wave of it, pumped deep inside her. It splattered her g-spot. It filled her insides, so much so that some spilled out, coating the length of my dick, my balls, and her clit in an instant. She groaned, her whole body flexing to take it as I slowly decreased my pounding, still pumping her with the last few, sweetest drops.
At last, I stopped. My dick was still inside her, twitching, and sending jolts of pleasure through her body that I could feel all the way through her hips. I stroked her back, her butt, her hair, gently this time, as I waited for my manhood to diminish, and slip, with satisfying wetness, from inside her.
She collapsed onto the bed, gasping and trembling. With a sigh of satisfaction, I settled down beside her.
“Tell me, Erica,” I said, brushing a strand of hair from her face and grinning. “Have you ever been fucked like that before?”
She blinked and gazed at me dimly, as if I had fucked her so hard that she had forgotten how to understand human language. After a moment, however, she was able to collect her thoughts enough to utter a single word: “No.”
“Which leads me to my next question,” I teased, tracing a finger around her nipple. She was so sensitive that she jumped at the slightest touch. “After everything that happened tonight…was it worth it?”
She closed her eyes and breathed deeply, relishing the scent of us that permeated that room. Then she rolled over and sat up, laying eyes on me that were this time sparkling and clear.
“Yes,” she said. “It was. Now, let me redress that damn cut of yours, before you ruin my bed.”
I laughed. We kissed. And I let her redress me.