ROYAL ROCK(137)

Then he pulled out and grabbed me, yanking me over and on top of him. He practically lifted me into the air and then slowly slid me down onto him. I put my hands on his muscular chest, covering his tattoos, as he pushed his hips up and slipped himself deep into me.

“Now I want you to ride your big brother,” he whispered, “and come nice and hard.”

I couldn’t respond, because he was too busy yanking my hips back and forth, working my tight pussy with his cock. He thrust deep into me and I lost my mind. I began to work my hips, riding him up and down and in sweet, incredible circles. I pretended like we were dancing again and worked my hips like that, rolling and bucking, taking his thick cock deep inside me.

All the while his delicious lips looked up at me, kissing my neck, biting my nipples, his hands grabbing my ass and slapping it. The pleasure was too much, all mixing in incredible waves. I worked and worked, riding and moving, my hips a swirling mass of pleasure and more pleasure. Each new dip was a new sensation, one I’d never dreamed of before.

“That’s it. Take my cock,” he whispered. “Come on my fat dick. Be the dirty girl you know you are.”

I could feel it building. I could feel it deep inside my core.

“Use that tight little pussy. Work my dick, girl,” he grunted.

I kept moving, my hips finding the right pace and the right spot. My mouth hung open, and he must have known I was getting there.

“That’s it, girl,” he grunted. “Work those hips. Take that big dick like the hungry, bad girl you are. You’re starving to come on this cock.”

As he talked dirty and I moved my hips, riding his thick cock, I felt it crest. The orgasm washed over me in sweet waves of blinding, buzzing pleasure. I felt like I was going to pass out as I kept working, my whole body shaking, the muscles in my back completely taut.

Finally I began to come back down. I collapsed into him, and he wrapped his strong arms around my sweat-soaked body.

“Good girl,” he whispered in my ear. “I love to watch you come. Puts fucking fire in my veins.”

“It’s your turn,” I said back, the first coherent words I’d said in awhile.

“Damn right it is.” He pushed me off him and grinned wickedly. “Back on all fours.”

I obeyed, my heart pounding. I wanted to make him come, wanted to make him happy.

He grabbed my hips and pushed his cock back deep inside me. “I’m not going to be nice or gentle. I’m going to fuck you rough and raw until I come deep inside you.”

“Yes, please,” I gasped as he began to fuck me.

He wasn’t lying. He fucked me hard and fast, his savage cock working into my tight pussy. He was an animal needing exactly what I had, his strong body taut and tight, pumping and thrusting. I held on as he worked me, pleasure flying through me, and I wanted to make him come. I wanted to take every drop in my pussy, wanted to make him feel the same orgasm I’d just felt. I worked my hips and moaned, wanting him to come, needing him to come.

His hands were strong on my hips. He slapped my ass, hard, definitely leaving a handprint. I groaned as he fucked me deep and rough, grunting his own pleasure. The savage fucking kept up as he grabbed my hair, grunting in my ear, his cock working deep and hard, our skin covered in sweat.

I knew he was close. I moaned for him, practically begging for his cum. His thrusts were deep and rough, filling me up.

Then I felt him stiffen behind me, grunting. “Fuck, Claire, your fucking pussy,” he groaned as he came deep inside me.

“Come for me, Nate. Fill me up,” I moaned in response, pleasure rolling through me.

His thrusts grew slower but still firm as he fired off every ounce of cum he had left.

Spent, we collapsed together onto the bed. I felt an incredible ache between my legs. I wanted to always feel that, the ache of Nate’s big dick, the great ache of a job well done.

“Shit, girl,” he said. “You really know how to take a dick.”

I felt embarrassed, though I shouldn’t have. “Thanks, I guess.”

He laughed as he pulled off the condom. He wrapped it in tissues and tossed it into the trashcan. I watched him as he stretched, grinning at me. His tattoos dotted his body, and his muscles were incredible.

“Like the view?”

“It’s okay.”

He laughed and got back into bed, wrapping his arms around me. I felt tiny in his embrace.

“Don’t pretend like you’re not panting for it every time I’m around.”

“How can you be so crude even after . . . that?”

“That? You mean even after fucking your inexperienced little pussy like a madman?”

“Yes,” I said, blushing.