The anticipation was almost too much to bear, but I was a man of patience. I’d spent a lifetime waiting for my break in hockey, and I sure as fuck could wait a few minutes more before having Kayla the way I really wanted. I leaned back, my cock throbbing with need, and pulled her closer.
"Are you ready for me? You feel so fucking ready…" My voice was thick with lust.
She nodded, her eyes never leaving mine, and said, "Yes."
With that one word, I knew it was time to take things to the next level. I positioned myself at her entrance, the head of my cock nudging against the soft, wet folds of her pussy. I needed a firm grip to do it, because my hard-on strained so much it refused to stay down. I took a deep breath, savoring the warmth as I pushed through her wetness, then thrust inside. Her eyes went wide with a mix of pleasure and surprise as I stretched her open.
Inch by inch, I filled her up, feeling her tightness envelop my shaft like a warm, wet glove. Her walls clung to me, the sensation of her pussy stretching around my cock sending waves of excitement through my body. I groaned, my eyes rolling back as I waited for her to adjust to my size. Her pussy was the tightest I had ever fucked, and I couldn't help but revel in the knowledge that I was the first one here in the longest time. That she’d sent every guy packing but me.
The first few strokes were slow and deliberate, giving her time to take in the fullness of my length. Her nails dug into my back, her body tensing as I pushed deeper and deeper still.
“God, Michael…” Her pussy wrapped around me like a vice.
“I know,” I said, stroking her thigh. “I know.”
I watched her face, reading her every reaction, ensuring she was with me every step of the way. Her eyes squeezed shut as she bit her lower lip, her breaths coming in gasps as she adjusted to the sensation of my thick cock inside her pussy. Her walls clenched and fluttered dangerously around me, threatening to hurtle me over the edge far sooner that I’d planned.
As I picked up the pace, her hips moved with me, her body responding to the rhythm I set. The wetness of her pussy coated me, making the thrusting easier, smoother. I felt the tension building in her body, her muscles tightening around my shaft asthe crescendo of her climax swelled. I reached down to squeeze her nipples, rolling them between my thumb and forefinger to elicit a moan that sent a jolt of pleasure straight to my cock.
Her pussy was a symphony of sensations: the wetness, how fucking tight she was, the way it pulsed around me as she neared her peak. I knew I had found something special in Kayla, something I hadn't experienced in a long time. I drove into her, my balls slapping against her ass with every thrust. The sound of our pleasured moans filled the room, mixing with our lust-filled breaths and the slick sounds of our bodies moving together.
Her orgasm was a thing of beauty, her body convulsing under me as she called out my name. I could feel the warmth of her juices spurting around my cock, a testament to her pleasure. I didn't stop, though. I knew she’d take more, and I was eager to push her limits. I continued to hammer into her, my own climax building with every stroke as she rode out her ecstasy.
Kayla’s pussy clenched around me as she squirted again and again, her body a symphony of pleasure. I felt her g-spot, the elusive button of intense pleasure, and focused my efforts there. Her moans grew louder, her body shaking as I hit that spot again and again with every slide of my cock. The woman was a maelstrom of sensation, her body jerking and trembling as I had my way with her.
"Fuck, your pussy feels so good," I groaned, choking on my own desire. I had never felt anything quite like it before. Her tightness was a revelation, a delightful challenge that had me craving more. I was grateful for the chance encounter at the bar; I’d been starving for something real, something raw, and she had provided it in spades.
I leaned down and whispered into her ear, "I'm so happy I met you."
I’d been searching for this kind of release, the kind that only came from a body that didn't hold back, and she had given it to me without question. I could feel the tension in her body as I continued to pound her G-spot, her pussy tightening around me like a fist.
Her lids grew heavy, pupils dilated with arousal as she stared up at me, breath coming in panting gasps.
"I can tell," she moaned, a deep laugh reverberating in her chest.
I stilled my motions and gazed at her. The audacity glowing in the red of her cheeks. “Is that so?”
She nodded, but that smug look faltered when I pulled out almost all the way, leaving just my tip nestled in her pussy. Her entrance contracted around me, calling me back inside. But I had a point to make.
Kayla squirmed beneath me, her hands groping my ass. “What are you—?”
I drove back into her with all the force I could muster. It sent the bed shaking, and moved us all the way to the top of it, her head ramming into the plush velvet of the headboard. I pulled out and did it again. Then again.
“Not so cocky now, huh?”
"I can't… Oh, God..." Her voice shook with the force of her rolling climax. But she didn't stop moving her hips, didn't stop taking me deeper… and she sure as fuck didn't stop begging for more.
Her pussy was so tight that I could feel every ripple of her walls as she came, each one sending a shock of pleasure through me. I was close, the warmth building in my balls, the pressure at the base of my cock, my spine. I pulled out just before the edge,not wanting to come just yet. I wanted to savor this moment, to make it last.
I leaned back and took a moment to admire her body splayed out in front of me, her pussy wet and glistening in the soft light of the hotel room. A knee drifted aside just in time for me to catch a fresh stream of arousal dripping out of her entrance. It streaked lower, pulling my gaze as it disappeared into the voluptuous mounds of her ass. My cock twitched in my hand, and I gripped it tighter, stroking as my gaze found hers again. Her cheeks were flushed, eyes half-closed, lips parted in a silent plea for more. I knew I had to give it to her. I couldn't hold back much longer.
I slammed back into her, pushing out a sound from her lungs that was barely human. She screamed, her body arching off the bed as I fucked her with a ferocity no longer in my control. Each stroke was a declaration of my dominance, a claiming of her body as my own. But also of how goddamn much I’d been wanting this. Wantingher.
Her orgasms were like a drug, pushing me closer and closer to my own demise. My hand found its way back to her clit, my thumb circling the sensitive nub as I fucked her hard and deep. I watched as she came again, her body shaking with the intensity of her pleasure. I knew I had her, knew she was mine.
And then, when her pussy was so sensitive she could hardly take it, I changed it up. I pulled out, leaving her gasping for breath, and dragged a finger through her folds to collect her slick.
“Is this okay?”
