I’m in the middle of my own welcome home party inside her pussy, and it’s even fucking sweeter than I remembered.
I lift my hips, grinning when that drags a moan from the back of her throat. Then the tip of me hits a part of her that makes my balls tighten, makes her eyes snap open. We stare at each other, and at the exact same moment, we both whisper, “Fuck I’ve missed this.”
That’s it for Jen. It’s like she’s overtaken by something wild.
I’m like a feral animal any time I get a sniff of Jen’s cunt, so I’m along for the ride when she plants her hands over mine where they lay bound on my chest and rides my cock like a runaway horse she’s trying to tame.
Not a chance of that.
I buck harder under her with every tit-shaking bounce, with every wild and desperate thrust of her hips. She’s squeezing me so tight I’m out of my mind trying not to let her down. Not to blow.
On every thrust I hit that spot that drove her wild over and over again. I make sure of it. I lift my hips, adjusting when she slips to one side or another. I wish I could grab her and hold her right there while I fuck up into her, but she still hasn’t given me that kind of control.
That’s fine. I’ll take what I can get. I focus myself on being exactly what she needs for exactly as long as she fucking needs it. No holds barred.
At last her grip tightens on my wrist. Her nails bite into my flesh, and I relish the dull pain.
A cry tears from her, and she jerks to a shuddering stop.
Then I watch in awe as her legs shake and her belly contracts. She tips forward, bringing her forehead to mine as she cums and cums. “How the fuck do you feel so good?” she whispers against my lips.
I laugh, or is that a sob? Her pussy is choking the cum from me one tight squeeze at a time. I force my next words out through gritted teeth. “I told you, Jen, I belong here. Did you forget?”
With a punishing thrust I push up into her, and her mouth falls open in astonishment. The contractions of her pussy start all over again, and she gasps. “Fuck!”
“Did you, Jen? Let me remind you. As many times as you need.” I do it again just to make it clear. Just to make sure she gets the point. “Over and over until you remember that I’m fucking made for you, yeah?”
She’s nodding, sweat making little tendrils of hair cling to her face as she shudders and bounces on my cock. I can’t tell when one orgasm ends and the next begins. I don’t think she can either.
She’s gasping for breath. My balls ache, and my chest feels tight with some unknown emotion.
All I know is I’m about to let lose so fucking hard inside Jen I might burst through five condoms and still have cum to spare. I can’t stop, though. “Do you remember?”Thrust.
“Fuck!”
“Do you?”Thrust.
Jen’s whole body seizes.
I give her one more thrust, and then she twists, falling, rolling onto the bed, taking me with her.
My hands are bound, and it’s awkward as fuck, but I don’t care. I’ve got my girl under me again. Planting an elbow on either side of her face, I work with what I’ve got, leaning in, growling into her neck. “I dare you to try and find anything that fits inside you as good as I do.”
She moans.
“You won’t. I guarantee you won’t, but I don’t mind watching while you try.”
Her gaze snaps to mine, and she’s got hold of that bottom lip between her teeth again. “You want to watch me fuck other guys?”
“Hell yeah I do. Know why?” I slam into her, and my balls tighten impossibly when her eyes roll back in her head.
“W-why?”
“Cause I know you’re still gonna be thinking about my dick even while you do, are you?” I slam home again, and she cries out.
“Oh fuck, Adam. I can’t take it. You’re right. You fit me perfectly.”
That’s all it takes. Sweat beading on my lip, I plunge inside her furiously. Slap, slap until her body is shaking and she’s clinging to me for all she’s worth.
