He keeps up his slow, steady pace, refusing to give me what I need. I wrap my arms around his torso while my legs open wider and wrap around his hips. I dig my nails into the skin on his back while my heels dig into his ass. I pull him deeper inside, wanting to feel him break me apart.
“Fuck,” he groans. “You sure?”
I nod, and he kisses me, tugging my bottom lip with his teeth and then smashing his mouth on mine, relentlessly thrusting his tongue in time with his hips. Each time he bottoms out, the coil winds up tighter, tighter, tighter, but then he slows down.
I whine in protest, and he gives me a wicked grin. Renzo sits back on his heels, adjusting us, lacing his fingers in mine and stretching them above my head.
And then he jackhammers into me, giving me more pleasure, more feeling, more everything than I’ve ever felt in my life.
“Love watching these tits shake while I pound into you, baby. Fucking gorgeous.”
With that, he dips his head and licks my nipples, teasing them and nipping them before sucking one into his mouth. I arch my back, offering more of me to him. My fingernails dig into the backs of his hands as my body clenches. I feel like I’m folding in on myself, my muscles, my organs, my bones drawing in towards my center.
Renzo pulls all the way out and then slams home, making my body fly apart. Everything releases as I cry out my orgasm. I’m floating and drowning at the same time. My limbs are numb, but my core is flooded with my desire. I feel it leaking out of me, dripping down Renzo’s cock as he continues to fuck me right through my orgasm.
“That’s it, angel. Make me messy with your cum, fucking soak me, baby.”
I whimper at his dirty words, bucking my hips, wanting this feeling to last forever and yet needing the overwhelming sensation to stop.
I’m breathless as I come back down to earth, re-entering my own body. Renzo is still hard inside of me, and I realize he’s peppering kisses all over my face, my neck, my chest.
“Perfect, Jaylin. You come so perfectly for me. Ready for more?”
More?I don’t know if I can handle any more pleasure, but I want to try for Renzo.
I nod, and in one swift move, he flips us over so I’m straddling him.
“Ride my fat cock, baby girl.”
I moan at his words, and just like that, I'm ready for whatever comes next. I feel impossibly fuller with him like this, his dick hitting me deeper, at a different angle. His hands glide up and down my thighs, squeezing and massaging my skin. I place my hands on his chest and push up on my knees. I hover above him for a moment and look at his wickedly handsome face. His eyes are glossy with lust, shining for me, waiting for me to give him pleasure. I feel powerful, sexy, and wanted.
I slam my body down on him, taking all of him at once.
“Jesus, fuck!” he cries out.
Renzo grips my hips, helping me find my rhythm. I bounce on his huge cock and grind down, squeezing my pussy each time I slide up. I rock my hips back and forth once I’m seated on his lap, trying to find that spot that drives me wild. Renzo tilts my hips, getting me right where I need him most.
“OH! Oh my god,” I shriek.
“That’s it, fuck me, Jaylin, use me for your pleasure.”
I move my body up and down, hitting my most pleasurable spot every time, causing me to whimper with each thrust. Renzo’s hands move from my hips to my breasts, taking one in each hand. He squeezes and pinches, kneads and massages, heightening my pleasure.
I feel his hands slide to my back as he holds me in place while he sits up, latching his mouth onto one breast and then the other.
“Yes, Renzo, yes…” I whimper.
His hands squeeze my ass, lifting me up and down, pulling me closer and closer into him. I’m starting to lose control, and he can feel it. His hands anchor me in place as he jerks his hips, fucking up into me while anchoring me in place.
I drop my head and suck on his neck, sinking my teeth into his shoulder. Renzo growls, the vibrations ricocheting off of every nerve in my body.
“Jaylin, fuck, I… goddamn, you feel so incredible.”
I moan and nod, unable to respond any other way.
My pussy clenches around him, each stroke building me up. Each time his cock hits the end of me, I feel like my breath is being sucked out of my lungs. I feel him. I feel everything.
He rests his forehead on mine as he rips me in two. I feel the beginning of something huge taking place deep inside of me. It’s so much more than an orgasm. Each thrust hits me on more than a physical level. It’s like he’s breaking down every wall I have in place; all the thoughts, all the emotions, all the demons I’ve kept locked up for so long threaten to break free.
