“I can put anything, anywhere, my Ebony,” Ken replied, forcing his cock back into her pussy and rolling her over, so he was on top of her again. Strong thighs forced hers apart before she wrapped them around his waist again, this time she just held on, not trying to control the pace.
He knew what he was doing and how to get her off, she just had to trust that he would get her where she wanted to be. Fast hands frigged her clit, as she, obedient to a whispered command, teased and pinched her nipples, pulling them roughly as she moaned and writhed beneath her new…what was he? Her only experience was with men was with pigs and boy-toys and he was neither. The thought vanished as the hand on her clit dragged a smooth, but hard nail across it and a mind-boggling orgasm rushed through her body.
Before she could recover, Ken rolled backwards, forcing her astride him, thrusting up into her, as he diddled her ass. She couldn’t have said whether she came a second time, or whether the flush of blood and the rush of air on her skin, simply lengthened the first orgasm Ken had given her. She collapsed on top of him for a moment, before her determination to give the same pleasure she had received, forced her to rise, hands playing with her breasts to arouse him, his balls to get him off and she rode him, as best she could, given how exhausted and ecstatic she was.
Ken’s hands played lazily with her breasts, running over the soft skin and feeling firm muscles coiling under his hands, all the power of a person bound to a single purpose, giving him pleasure.
He smiled up at her, something between tenderness and possessiveness shining through, both from his eyes and his smile.
Then that emotion, whatever it was, vanished and was replaced by lust. He met her, thrust for thrust and, with a bellow, filled her cunt a second time with his cum.
Ebony laughed, not mockingly, but joyfully as she slowed, then stopped, lying atop him, feeling his cock soften within her as his arms tightened around her.
“So, what brings a nice girl like you to a place like this?” Ken muttered in her, in between tasting the sweat soaked skin of her face and brushing her hair out of it. |