Old Man's Ride(20)

“For you,” I said. With a grunt, he thrust his fingers deep. I exhaled sharply, squirming, arching like a bitch in heat.

“Are you ready for me?” he asked.

I could have laughed if I wasn’t so desperate. “Yes, yes,” I chanted, lifting my hips higher. He positioned his cock at my creamy recess, rubbing the head back and forth.

“Go on.” With a long sigh of arousal and relief, I lowered myself onto his waiting shaft. My pussy lips and then my tight walls opened and expanded for him, taking the hot member inch after slow inch. I tensed and had to pause. I could have come right then.

He tilted my chin so I was looking into his eyes. “Don’t come yet. Not until I say.”

I nodded. “I remember.” I lowered myself the rest of the way down his shaft and sighed with the sweet relief of finally, finally having him inside me. He was big - I was stretched painfully by his girth, despite how wet I was. I whimpered at the sensation, though it rapidly faded as I rocked my hips against him; my nipples danced against the soft cotton of his undershirt; goosebumps rippled across my body. The pain was insignificant beneath the exquisite feel of his huge, throbbing member inside me.

He leaned back, putting a little air between our bodies. “Ride me,” he said. He casually rested his elbows on the backrest of the couch. He could have just as easily been relaxing and watching television instead of having me impaled on his lap. “Make yourself come.”

I locked my eyes with him as I stroked my clit. My gaze didn’t last long - my eyes fluttered as I undulated my hips; grinding against him, with his cock throbbing so hot and so hard inside me, with my fingers dancing across my sensitive button, I brought myself over the edge in mere moments. I threw my head back and cried out as all my muscles clenched and quivered. Delicious shivers of ecstasy spread outwards from my convulsing pussy. It gripped him tight; a throaty groan escaped through his clenched teeth.

And then my world spun. He lifted me before I’d recovered my bearings and placed my on my back, somehow remaining buried to the hilt.

“Beautiful,” he said. He looked down at me with something like awe. “Unbelievable.” He kissed me, deeply, possessively. Like he was branding my lips. Then he began to move. He rocked into me with slow, deep plunges, and my walls gripped him tight. “So tight. Fuck.” His rhythm increased, and he bared down harder. I dug my fingers into his back, urging him on, but he wasn’t having it. Wordlessly, he took both my wrists in one hand and pinned them over my head. He didn’t need to say anything; I knew what he wanted. He wanted to use my body for his pleasure. He wanted me to take it, to submit to it.

I wriggled below him. “Yes,” I breathed, “Take me, Nomad. Give it to me.” He grunted and doubled his efforts. He wasn't kidding, I thought, remembering how he’d swore he’d fuck me hard. He entered me again and again with violent force. I writhed with a wild abandon, tilting my pelvis and locking my legs around his back, taking him deeper yet. I tried to yank my hands free, but he was immovable. I had no influence on his pace, his angle, anything at all. And I loved it.

I could feel a climax building once again. Holy shit. His free hand attacked my clit. He rubbed it in a slow circle as he pounded away. His eyes bore into me, watching what he was doing to me as he brought me closer and closer to the edge. “Who do you belong to?” he growled.

I swallowed. “You. I’m yours, Nomad. Please…”

“Please what?”

“Let me come again?”

He slapped my clit. I yelped - the pain was sharp and unexpected, and the thrill of it nearly made me orgasm right then. The only thing holding it back was the fact that he hadn’t given me the word.

No words at all. He rubbed another slow circle around my clit, then struck again, though his thrusting never faltered. The smack made my whole body jerk.

“Please, Nomad,” I breathed. I knew he had to be close himself. His own breathing was irregular; sweat dripped from his brow.

“Come with me,” he growled, “Now!” He slapped my clit one more time, and I exploded. My throat caught as it hit me. My inner walls clenched and released his furiously pounding shaft, over and over, pulling him over the edge with me. He roared and panted with his pleasure as his hot seed filled me deep inside. He held me tight against him, his body jerking as his cock pulsed, emptying.

We collapsed on the couch in a heap, me on my back and he on his side, resting against the backrest. It was several long moments before either of us caught our breaths enough to speak again.

“That settles it,” he said, “I’m taking you home with me.”