His hard cock slid in and out of me as he bent me double beneath him. My pussy was as wet as she’d ever been which in itself was a miracle. I’m one of those unlucky females who can’t get off from penal penetration, well not usually anyway.

But this big rough biker knew what he was doing because no sooner had he eaten me to orgasm than he got down to business and I don’t think I’ve stopped cumming ever since.

“Oh shit that’s deep, too deep, wait…”

“No way little girl, you asked for it now you can take it like a woman.” Is he crazy? I didn’t ask for a ten-nch cock to split me in half. Orgasms aside he was about to put me in traction.

Fuck it hurt but he was so hot, those muscles alone made my hoo-hah twitch in heat. And when he first took off his jacket and shirt and I got a look at those tattoos it was all over.

The shy little girl whose asshole ex-had left her at the altar had been transformed into a whole other being. For a split second, the memory of my ex almost sidetracked me but the dick was so good I decided to put everything else aside and enjoy.

Who knows when next I would feel this good with a man inside me? It wasn’t just between my legs either. There was something about the way he looked at me, the way he let his hand linger on mine in passing.

That, and his scent, his body, his hair, it all combined to make my pussy tingle in a way she never has before. No one who knows me would believe it even if they saw it with their own eyes.

Me, the woman who’d been dubbed a prude, was in bed with a man I’d met a mere few hours ago. I waited for the guilt to form, but instead, all I felt was his rough thrust into my body as his hand came around my neck.

“Where did your mind go sweetheart?” The words sounded calm enough, but somehow, although I didn’t know him that well, I knew not to trust it. I shook my head as best I could with his stranglehold on my neck.

“He squeezed and my pussy clenched, he did it again and my eyes rolled back in my head. Just as I was about to cum for what might be the tenth or eleventh time, he pulled out.

“Over.” He smacked my ass hard enough to sting.

“What?” I was fighting for breath and spitting mad. I just knew that orgasm was going to one for the history books.

He totally ignored my look of wrath and pulled me up in the middle of the bed. “I want you on your hands and knees.” He slammed into me one more time, pulling back just before I came again.

I looked up at him ready to blast him but the look on his face stopped me cold. Why was he so mad? Oh shit, he pulled all that cock out of me and turned me over onto my front before lifting me to my knees.

Before I could say anything else he was driving back into me from behind and if I thought he was deep before he was reaching places far deeper inside from this position.

I felt his teeth on my ear before they moved to the pulse in my neck. He licked me there before taking my flesh between his sharp teeth and sucking hard. I felt it in my womb and everything inside of me clenched.

I was terrified that he would stop again and almost had heart failure when I felt his hips do just that. Next thing I knew his hand was in my hair pulling my head back roughly. “You don’t think about anything or anyone when I’m inside you.”

Shit! That’s the same thing Dale had accused me of, which in his case was true. But it wasn’t so with…oh shit, what’s his name again? He wasn’t moving and I guessed he was waiting for an answer.

“I wasn’t, I was thinking about how big…” I didn’t get the last word out because he was covering my lips with his and feeding me his tongue. Now instead of deep hard strokes, he slid in and out of me slowly.

My knees began to tremble and give out as I felt hot liquid run down the inside of my thighs. My lower tummy cramped as my whole body filled with heat and all I could think was if he stops this time I’ll kill him and bury him in the backyard.

I almost bit his tongue in half as I screamed into his mouth and came harder than I had all night. And that was saying a lot.

“Sweet hot pussy.” That voice, was there anything about this guy that wasn’t designed to make me lose my mind? Even his hands on my hips felt amazing.

I shook all over his rod while my body gave up all its juices. There’s no way I could have any more left. Not after the number of times I’d cum tonight. I could feel the drenched sheets beneath my knees for crap sake.

When my body finally came back down to earth all I could feel were his fingers digging into the flesh of my hips, his tongue stuffed in mouth and his fat cock thumping away inside my twitching twat.

I felt empty when he slid out of me halfway before sliding back in maddeningly slow. He held me so tight I could hardly move but there was no need to, he was moving me pretty good on and off his dick all by his lonesome.

What stamina. It finally registered that he hadn’t cum once in our couple hours long sexual marathon, and didn’t seem like he was in any hurry to now either. I felt him lean over my head and tensed my body in preparation for the feel of his teeth in my neck once again. Instead, I felt the warmth of his breath against my ear.

“Arch your back there’s still room in there for more.” One of his hands left my hip and cupped my breast just as the last of his breath touched my ear. I did as I was told and boy did he go deeper.

“Owww…” This was so not a good idea, why was I doing this? He was sure to ruin me for other men and if he didn’t ruin me completely. I’ve never felt this good in my life. This was going to be hard to beat, in fact, I’m pretty sure it’s impossible.

I arched my back deep with some help from his hand in my back, opening myself wider for his wild thrusts. He got to pounding away on my pussy from back there and I forgot how to think.

His hand pulled on my nipple and the pleasure-pain sent shock waves through me. I was one big mass of feelings when he bit into my neck while his hand caressed my body.

He pressed his palm down over my ovaries as he slammed into me, licked my neck where I’m sure he’d marked me and that was it, I was off again, soaring among the stars.

I made what sounded like grunting noises and nothing at all like the ladylike moans I usually emit in bed. Everything tingled, and what didn’t tingle zinged. I’m sure he could see my face that I’d look a sight because my mouth was hanging open in shock.

Dale Pierson had never done this to my body and he was the man I’d been in love with most of my life. Not since high school when he took my cherry in the back seat of his dad’s old pickup truck the night of homecoming, to the night before the night of our aborted wedding nuptials, that dick never made my hoo-hah sing.

And here she was purring like a cat in heat for a total stranger who’d walked into my family’s bar, well mine now; just four hours ago. For shame! But what’s a woman to do?

See here, before you go judging me you need to get some facts. Daddy and momma had me when they were up there in age. I was what you could call an oopsie surprise. Momma named me Esmeralda only who knows why because it’s the ugliest damn name this side of creation. But that’s where the ugly ended.

Now I’ve heard all kinds of whispers as to who exactly I could resemble from either side of the family, and once when I was five I overheard momma threaten Jane Streep with bodily harm for suggesting the hospital had a mix-up and sent her home with the wrong baby.

You see as much as I loved my parents and thought they were the most beautiful people in the world, the truth is they were both homely. Now I don’t know if momma watched Elizabeth Taylor movies all during her pregnancy with me or if she prayed for a miracle but the first time I saw an old rerun of Cat On A Hot Tin Roof I was confused as hell.

There was no way that woman wasn’t my momma. I didn’t want to hurt my adopted momma’s feelings so I didn’t say anything. Instead, I went online down at the library and did my own research. I decided in the end that you couldn’t trust anything you found there because everybody knows these Hollywood types lie.

I tried to find out if Ms. Taylor had ever been to Moss Creek around the time of my birth but who was I kidding? Not even the people who lived here wanted to come here. Then again wouldn’t that be the solution for someone who wanted to hide up an unwanted pregnancy?

For that whole summer of my thirteenth year, I was in a quandary. I had dreams of my real momma changing her mind and coming back for me. Of course, I would miss momma and daddy but it would mean getting out of Moss Creek. The most boring place on the face of the earth.

I guess you’re trying to figure out how I made it through life with that horrendous name. Well, when I was five I declared my name was Emerald and no one was to call me different or they’d get them a black eye. The only one who tried was Cora Streep and she got a week of whuppings to set her straight. Ever since then I’ve been Emerald.

Fast-forward five years, and I met and fell in love with Dale Pierson, well met is an operative word. I’d known him in some form or fashion my whole life, we both grew up here after all. It’s just that that’s when he chose to ask me out.

I was green as a stump and didn’t have the sense of a goose so I ended up giving myself to him six months later even though I knew better. It wasn’t all that good and I couldn’t figure out what all the hoopla was about but to please him I let him do his thing until he went off to college.

I was supposed to go off to school as well. I had the grades, in fact, better than his. But that year momma got seriously ill and I had to stay home to take care of her.

So, I went to the local college one town over, instead of the school of my dreams, and got my degree in education, which is what I’d always wanted. But by then momma had grown worse and then she up and died.

Dale would still take me out parking on his trips home from school so I always thought we were still an item. Though I did notice after a while that the calls kept getting less and less and the emails were nonexistent.

I understood that he was busy, after all, he was a big-time football star and we all know what that means in the South.