Raging Hard(122)

“Shit, Lincoln,” I kept saying, my brain wracked with pleasure.

And it felt like too much. It was all building through me, fast and slow and heavy, when he suddenly pulled back and pressed his body against mine.

“Don’t come yet,” he ordered.

I lay there panting. “Then you stopped at the right time,” I said.

He grinned. “I know.”

His mouth pressed against mine, kissing me hard. “Fuck me,” I begged, pulling back.

“Yes, ma’am,” he said, grinning.

I propped myself up on my elbows and watched as he walked over to the piano and knelt down to get something. His wallet and his phone, I realized. He pulled something from the wallet, tore it open, and then rolled a condom down his huge length.

I groaned as he came back, wrapping his arms around me.

“Say it again,” he whispered in my ear.

“Fuck me, please.”

He paused, and then his dick pushed inside me.

I moaned and gripped his back again, fingers digging into his skin. He grunted his pleasure.

“Holy shit, Brie.”

He lay on top of me on the piano, and for a second I was afraid it would break. But then he was moving, fuck was he moving, his cock sliding in and out of my slick pussy, filling my every inch. Any thoughts about the structural integrity of the piano were gone as he began to thrust into me.

His hand found my hair and his mouth found my lips as he thrust deeper and harder.

“God damn you are tight,” he panted.

That drove me insane. “I’ve been wanting this for so long,” I whispered.

“I’ve been dreaming about you.”

“Shit, right there,” I moaned as he adjusted his hands, grabbing my hips.

He thrust deep into me, rough and slow. I wrapped my legs around his back as he continued to rock back and forth, filling me.

“I’ve thought about this a thousand times,” he whispered in my ear.

“You’re so fucking big,” I gasped, half laughing, half crazy with pleasure.

He grunted. “You have no clue how fucking hard it makes me hearing you say that.”

My mouth found his and he bit my lower lip again as he fucked me. I moaned and held on to his shoulders, squeezing, as he thrust in and out, soft and hard and fast.

And then he was off me, sliding back. I watched as he landed softly on his feet, standing at the edge of the piano.

“Lincoln,” I begged.

He grabbed my hips and pulled me forward, ass on the edge of the piano, and pushed himself back inside me.

I lay there, fingers over the edge, as he fucked me rough and fast, my hair fanned out around me.

His strong arms were wrapped around my legs, holding me tight as he continued to thrust. I let go of the edge with one hand to grab my breast, kneading it, desperate for his cock, pleasure flooding every inch of me.

“Keep doing that,” he commanded.

I looked at him. His eyes were locked on my tits.

“You like this?” I asked him.

“Yeah. Fuck, I do. I love fucking this tight pussy and watching you play with your tits.”

I threw my head back and moaned as his one thumb found my clit. I rubbed and kneaded my tits for him as he gently worked me, fucking my pussy with his big cock, his thumb working my clit in soft circles.

“Fuck, okay, fuck, I’m going to come,” I moaned, losing all control.

“Say please,” he grunted.

“Ah, Lincoln. Please, Lincoln. Please let me come.”

His thrusts grew harder and deeper, more desperate.

“Come for me, Brie. Come on my fat dick.”

That pushed me over the edge. Between his thrusts, his thumb, and his dirty mouth, I couldn’t stop it. The orgasm rolled through me, swirling me up in everything good, my mind a blank canvas of pleasure. It rocked my entire body, from my toes to my brain, my knees locking and my back arching, my muscles tensing and spasming.

It shook through me like a hurricane. Lincoln, his muscled body, his cocky grin, his perfect full lips and cut jaw, his piercing eyes, everything about him, his big dick and hands, his tongue and more, it all rolled through me as I came and came hard.

And then his hands were squeezing my breasts and his thrusts were even harder, deeper. My orgasm faded just as he began to come.

“Fuck me, Lincoln. Fuck me harder,” I moaned.

He pressed himself against me as he came, his thrusts deep and strong. I sighed and moaned, pleasure still swirling through me.

And then it was done. I couldn’t help but smile and laugh softly as he stood up, pulling himself out of me. He grinned.

“Stay right there. Don’t fucking move,” he said.

I propped myself up on one elbow, sweat covering my body, legs hanging down over the side of the piano. I looked at his glistening torso and giggled.