He groaned and slapped my ass as I thrust against him. The feeling of me bringing myself to an orgasm on him made me wetter. I could feel the evidence of how turned on I was sliding down the inside of my thigh.
“You got me so wet,” I told him as I continued to ride his dick.
He pulled my hair harder, this time making sure my head was against his chest, and he leaned forward and kissed me.
“I make you this wet?” He asked between kisses placed on my lips.
“Yes,” I whined and sped up when he made his dick jump inside of me.
I knew that it wouldn’t be long before I was cumming. Between me rolling my hips on at least ten inches, the way he was kissing me, the way his hands were still tangled in my hair, his hand pinching my erect nipples, and him saying “You take this dick so good.” I was through.
I shook violently as I came. My eyes rolled back into my head, and I could literally hear the sounds of my orgasm splashing while I struggled to still throw it back against him. I expected my release to trigger his; what I didn’t expect was for him to put his hand around my neck, turn me on my side, and fuck me through it.
I felt like I needed another round, and a medic all at the same time, and somehow, even with all the distress my body was experiencing, I still orgasmed again. He pinched my clit as I did it, and the force of it triggered his release.
He let my leg down and then leaned over me. His chocolate body was slick with sweat, we were both heaving, and he turned my head toward him and kissed me with so much passion it made me moan into his mouth.
He rolled off the bed and discarded the condom as I sat there gathering my bearings. He walked over to his pants and then picked up another condom. He stroked his dick right back to life. I had a dull ache between my legs, but nothing would stop me from sliding down his dick again.
He walked back over to the bed and stood at the foot of it while looking down at me. I was on my back, legs crossed, and he grabbed my ankle and gently parted them. My legs were spread wide for his enjoyment as he continued to stroke his dick and started to put on another condom.
“Stand up for me.” He groaned.
I peeled myself from the sheets and tried to stand. My legs almost betrayed me, causing him to let out a cocky chuckle.
I stood in front of him as he towered over me by more than a foot and looked down at me. Then he put an arm around me and lifted me so that my thighs were wrapped around his waist.
This time it was me who peppered kisses over his jawline and neck as I held on to him. His hold was strong, and I knew that I was likely lightweight to him.
Then he lined his dick up at my entrance and brought me down on it. I felt like I had been impaled. He started squatting me like Melvin did Jody’s mother, and I was losing my fucking mind.
With the way he was fucking me, I could have woken up every room on this floor. And I almost did.
“It’s so good.” He grunted.
I was lost in the feeling of him, the way that he fucked me and talked me through every second of it,
“Right there, I’m about to cum.” By that time, he had me against the wall, legs spread wide. He was hitting a spot that was sure to make me lose control. I couldn’t think straight.
“Go deeper,” I begged.
“Like this?” He asked as he touched my soul with the tip of his dick.
“Ooo-yes!” I said as I tried to meet his strokes with my body. All I wound up doing was making us both cum hard.
I bit his lips as I came. He was right behind me, he cursed loudly, and I could feel his leg shaking as he released inside of the condom inside of me. My pussy contracted around him, tightening again and making him grip my thighs tighter. Then he let me down.
For the second time, he went into the bathroom to discard the condom, and by the time that he came out, I had put my dress back on and finger combed my hair that had been standing all over my head.
His eyebrow rose, and he chuckled a little in disbelief.
“Where you going? You're not spending the night with me?” He questioned.
“I’m going home. And no, I’m not.” I answered honestly with a polite smile.
He laughed about it. But that isn’t what this was. I didn’t lie to these men, well, not about me wanting more from them than just sex, anyway. I didn’t sell them dreams, and likewise I wasn’t in the business of buying any.
Then he nodded and brought me into his body. His dick hardened again, and I had to resist the urge to touch it.
