I fucked him slowly at first, lifting my hips and bringing them back down again. But that lasted until I wanted more. Needed more.
My hips moved faster.
Then his free hand was moving, bringing my nipple up to his waiting lips.
My eyes closed and I continued to move, focusing solely on my own pleasure.
“There it is,” he said. “I can feel your pussy tightening around me. I want your pussy clenching down on me. Come.”
I wasn’t usually one to follow directions so well, but apparently I’d do just about anything for Gentry.
Even come on command.
“Oh, god,” I cried out. “Gentry…”
His finger at my clit sped up.
His cock pushed impossibly further.
“There it is,” he said, biting down lightly on my nipple.
I detonated.
There were no other words for what I’d done.
Tiny starbursts of lights danced behind my closed eyes.
My pussy clenched. My head went back. My neck strained. My chest heaved.
And then I realized that he wasn’t fucking me back.
He was letting me fuck him.
When my orgasm finally let me go, he said, “Hold on.”
Then I learned what it was like to be fucked.
Gentry threw me to my back as if I weighed nothing, then taught me the meaning.
He thrust into me hard, pulling back only far enough that he could slam back inside.
Over and over again, he slammed himself home inside of me.
Our skin slapped together. Our breathing was loud. My cries were louder.
Literally, I sounded like a wild animal as he rode me to yet another orgasm.
By the time he was coming himself, I lay limply on the bed like a starfish.
“You okay, Herb?”
My breathing was ragged, and I was staring at the ceiling of his room in the clubhouse, wondering if I would ever be okay again.
I didn’t think so.
By the time we made it back outside, I was in leggings, a long-sleeved t-shirt, and one of Gentry’s sweatshirts.
I was glad it was so long.
