Beg Me(22)

“Fuuuuuck!” I screamed. “Oh gawwwd!” I squealed as my pussy went wild on his dick, clenching and spasming with electrical tingles, my entire body seizing as I milked him, desperately pumping him for more, more, more.

And the big man answered, his own body rigid with tension, spurting again and again into my hot hole, repeatedly creaming me, his shaft pulsing with heat between my swollen folds, lash after lash of creamy jism exploding like a gale force.

“Ohhh fuck,” he grunted hard. “Fuck fuck fuck.”
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And I just twisted more, trying to eat it all up, my boobs heaving and jiggling as I bounced on his dick, draining my lover of everything he had to give, every last drop a precious gem that belonged inside me.

And after it was over, we collapsed, our bodies heaving, me on top of him, his dick still buried in my cunt.

“Fuck baby girl,” he grunted as a big man stroked the smooth curve of my back, trailing the S-shape of my haunches. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”

And I just giggled, pushing my boobs against that massive, strong chest, feeling his dick twitch in me in response. I clenched my pussy muscles around him experimentally, and sure enough, another dick twitch came, plus a little spurt of something hot. Oh god, had I made him do that? Did I coax that last bit of cum out by pumping my kitty?

And the answer was obvious. Chris groaned, then dropped another kiss on my nose.

“Like I said, baby girl,” he rasped, holding me still against him so I had to stop wiggling. “The death of me.”

And I just giggled again. Because sure, Mr. Jones was in his forties and my dad’s boss, but you know what? We were perfect together and I was determined to show him exactly how.





CHAPTER TEN


Chris




The way Lindy gifted herself to me was amazing. Okay, maybe that’s a nice way of saying it. Because I’m a dirty fuck and there was no “gifting,” no fairy tale with a Prince Charming and happily ever after. Nope, like I said, I’m a sick fuck and I made the virgin fuck herself on me, breaking her own hymen on my dick shaft.

What the fuck would possess me to do it, make a little girl reach into her dirtiest depths and fuck herself onto a man her first time? Well, it’s partly my dirty mind. I’ve heard that virgins are the sluttiest of sluts, that girls who’ve never been touched are dying for it. And it makes sense if you think about it. If you’ve never felt a dick inside, never been breached, yeah, you’d be more than a little desperate. Fuck, I’d slit my wrists with a dull razor if I were still a virgin.

So yeah, I wanted to see exactly how horny the brunette could be, and my baby girl didn’t let me down. Lindy was a stellar pupil, learning how to do the camel toe slide in seconds, humping herself up and down my cock, dragging that clit slowly along my shaft to make herself feel good, moaning and creaming along the way.

And fuck, I almost came then, by the time she was through my dick was thoroughly coated in a layer of her cum, the white so thick, so viscous, it looked like I had a film of glue on it.

But that was only the beginning. Watching the brunette take my shaft in her pussy, watching those sweet, swollen lips part over my dickhead and then slide wetly down my pole, gripping it close, praying to never let go? Fuck, I could feel the sperm boiling in my balls, my body under iron control as I fought not to release in two seconds, fought to make it last as that tiny cunt tasted dick for the first time. And she’d wanted it so bad, needed it so desperately that yeah, she’d popped her own cherry, fucked herself on me until that hymen broke.

So yeah, I’m an obscene motherfucker, not exactly Mr. Nice Guy, but I’ve never pretended to be otherwise. I’m rude, arrogant, domineering, and women do what I say, when I want and how I want. And now that we’d breached Lindy’s barrier, it was time to set down some rules.

“Baby,” I drawled, “You warm enough?”

Because I’d taken her downstairs to get a sandwich, sex takes a lot of energy and god, the little girl didn’t know anything, she’d only just lost her v-card. So she was happily nibbling away, which made me smirk inside, the extra calories would help her put on more padding, make her extra sassy when she was in bed.#p#分页标题#e#

And the brunette nodded, her curvy form ensconced in my thick terry cloth bath robe.

“Yeah, Mr. Jones, I’m really toasty thanks. And thanks for making me this ham sandwich, you really have a way around the kitchen, I’d never guess.”

I grinned at her again.

“No worries, it’s partly the ingredients, they’re high-quality so it’d taste amazing no matter how you slap it together. For example, the Serrano ham is straight from Italy,” I said smoothly. “Twenty bucks a pound, and each slice as thin as paper.”