“How do you want it?” He asked with a lustful look on his face.
“How do you want it?” I asked him.
He ran his hand up and down his hard cock. “Bend over.”
I didn’t waste any time. I sat up and turned around, arching my back so that my ass was up and facing him, giving him the perfect angle to slide in. I felt him press the head of his dick against my pussy and he pushed. My pussy stretched, allowing him in even farther.
“Mmm.” I moaned. He pressed harder and his cock slid farther inside of me. “Ohh fuck.” It felt so good, his cock so deep inside of me.
His hands were on my ass and he squeezed. He loved my ass and I recently had started doing squats to make it a little perkier. Not just for him, but for myself, too because I love my ass.
“You’re so fucking wet.” He said.
“Just for you,” I said.
He started to thrust harder and faster and I couldn’t help but wiggle. I moved my ass up and down and used the curve of his cock to my advantage. I could feel it rubbing against my g-spot. It felt so good. We continued going at it just like that.
“Oh fuck.” He said and then suddenly stopped. “I’m gonna cum.”
I was close too so I continued to move against his cock as he stood still. I used my ass and hips, moving them up and down as I rocked back and forth. He might have been behind me, but I was the one doing the work and it felt SO. FUCKING. GOOD.
He grabbed my hips and started fucking me again and I felt myself getting to the edge of an orgasm.
I. was. so. close.
I felt him still again.
“Oh fuck.” He moaned and I felt his cock throb, pumping warm cum inside of me.
“I’m so sorry.”
“It’s okay,” I said and got up from the bed to go clean myself up. I was more concerned about how bad he felt, than I was about not coming. It wasn’t his fault. I couldn’t help myself with the new thing I had been doing, I knew the risk I had been taking by continuing to do the same thing that got him close to orgasm before.
I cleaned up and walked out of the bathroom and sat on the bed. He looked at me, cock still hard and in hand, “Get on.”
“Seriously?” I asked, surprised. We’d never had sex right after he came before, despite him always being hard after.
“Yes. Get on.” He said.
I was still unbelievably horny so I moved quickly. Straddling him, holding his cock up and sliding onto it. I rocked my hips back and forth and was quickly on the edge of my own orgasm. I leaned forward some, placing each of my hands on his super-sexy, super-muscular arms. (I love his arms.) I rocked and bounced all at once. Making his cock rub along my g-spot again.
I moved like that until a thousand fireworks were going off. My eyes shut and my body quivered as the orgasm ran through my veins like heroin.
The quivering slowed down and then stopped and I climbed off when I caught my breath.
It was so fucking hot that I had just ridden his cock for my own pleasure and then just got off. It felt like I was the dominant one, and though I prefer to be dominated, it was fucking hot and empowering.
Stay sexy. Stay positive.