Rock All Night

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First he flipped me roughly onto my front side, so that my back was facing up. He licked the small of my back, then moved down, even lightly biting my ass. Not enough to hurt, just enough to freak me out.

Nobody had ever bitten my ass before.

“Derek!” I gasped, then felt him lift up my hips so my face was on the bed and my ass was in the air.

Then I felt his tongue between my thighs, painting every inch of me with his wet, hot tongue.


“Derek!” I said louder, shocked, then groaned as his tongue slipped inside my p-ssy.

There were a few seconds of ecstasy, and then his tongue was back outside – and moving back where it shouldn’t have been.

“DEREK!” I cried out in shock as his tongue slipped inside my ass.

But I didn’t exactly stop him.

I kept warring between Holy shit I should stop him and Oh my GOD I can’t believe he’s doing that and Unnnnnnhhhh I can’t believe how good that feels when I heard the crinkle of another foil packet.

My eyes flew open.

“Whoa – hey – unh-unh,” I said, trying to turn around, although it wasn’t that easy considering my face was in the bed, my ass was in the air, and a very wet, very soft part of him was in my ass.

Then the hot, wet pressure disappeared, and I heard him chuckle. “Don’t worry… if I go there, we’re going to have to warm you up. And I’m not willing to wait.”

“Willing to wait for whaaaooooh f*ck,” I gasped as I felt the head of his cock press against my lips and slide inside my p-ssy.

He didn’t pause – he just firmly entered me, sliding all the way until his cock was fully inside me, his hips against my ass.

DAMN that was deep…

Then he began to rock in and out of me, making sure I was wet enough, that I could take him without pain.

And then he began to f*ck me.

F*ck YES he began to f*ck me.

He thrust in and out of me, faster, then slow, changing it up so that I was never able to guess what he’d be doing five seconds later. Sometimes he went deep, so deep – and sometimes he went shallow. Then he put his left leg on the side of my body, giving him a little extra leverage, and began to angle down.

Which means he was stroking me right on my g-spot.

Within seconds, I was moaning into the mattress and bunching up the sheets in my clenched fists.

He would pull my hips back into him violently, my ass slapping his abs with a wet fleshy sound as he filled me up so good, again and again and again. I felt him lean over my body, his chest brushing against me, and then I felt his hand reach around my thigh.

His fingers were slippery and wet, like he had licked them.

And as he rocked inside me, he started touching my *.

“OH F*ck, DEREK,” I screamed into the mattress as his cock plunged deep into me at the same time his wet, slick fingers circled my *, rubbing it, wetly slipping over the tip of it and shooting pleasure through my entire lower body.

“Do you want me to f*ck you, Kaitlyn?” he growled as he kept fingering and f*cking me at the same time. He was going slower now, owing to how his body was draped over mine. I could feel the weight of his upper body pressed against my back, and his mouth seemed close to my ear as he spoke. I couldn’t really tell for sure, though, since my face was buried in the bed.

“Yes,” I moaned, halfway out of my mind with pleasure. I’d never really liked doggy-style before – but I’d never had doggy-style like this, that was for sure.

“Then say it,” he whispered roughly, and I could feel his hard, muscular chest on my back, and the heat of his breath on my ear. He reached his other hand to the other side of my body, and burrowed underneath me until he found my nipple and squeezed it lightly between his fingers.

One hand rubbing my *… one hand squeezing my breast… and that glorious cock filling me up, grinding inside me, as his hard, firm body rocked over mine.

“F*ck me,” I gasped.

“What?” he asked, and I felt his hand move from my breast to the back of my head and lightly grasp the hair at the nape of my neck.

“F*ck me,” I moaned.

He pulled back firmly enough to lift my head up off the bed, controlling me, owning me as he continued to toy with my * and still drive his cock inside me. “I couldn’t hear you.”

“F*ck me, Derek,” I pleaded, my eyes closed from the bliss.

“Say it like you mean it,” he growled.

“F*ck me, Derek – f*ck me hard!” I cried out, barely able to contain myself.

Looking back, it was kind of demeaning – but it was f*cking hot. I had never had somebody just take control of me like that, treating my body like a plaything, for his pleasure, whipping me into a frenzy because it amused him – pure masculine dominance, making me feel more feminine and more like a woman than any man ever had before.

He let go of my hair and stopped stroking my *, and moved back fully upright. There was a brief second where I was disappointed to feel him go – and then I wasn’t able to think anymore, because my whole body was overcome as he started slamming into me double-time, triple-time, his hips slapping against my ass, making me go “Ah – ah – ah – ah – ” with pleasure as he went deep, so f*cking deep, and filled me up so good until I thought I would burst.

And then suddenly he was roughly repositioning me, pulling me from my knees and face-down position onto my side – but his cock never came out of me. Just a few seconds of rearranging me as easily as if I were a doll, and then I was lying on my side looking up him through eyes I could barely keep open as I cried out in bliss.

His face was contorted in lustful frenzy. I watched his muscles strain and bulge as he drove himself into me, his hand on my left thigh, pulling my body into his, his eyes focused like they were hypnotized on my breasts jostling and jiggling with each thrust as he slap, slap, slapped against me. A whole new barrage of sensations washed through me with this new position, his cock angled against my g-spot for one two three four five thrusts, then plunging deep inside me again.

He looked from my breasts up into my eyes, and it was like he awakened out of the dream. He smiled the faintest bit, winked at me, then bent over my body and kissed me.

I kissed him back, or tried to, our lips sliding wetly over each other as he kept thrusting deep and fast inside me, jostling my entire body, moving me up, then down as that thick pressure slammed into me again, filling me up, taking me higher and higher through a fog of pleasure that wouldn’t let me think anything but Don’t stop don’t stop DON’T STOP!

Then he was manhandling me again, his powerful arms grabbing my legs and rotating me again on his cock, never coming out of me, so that I would up with my thighs against his muscled belly and my heels against his shoulders. Three seconds to reposition me, and then once I was in place, slap slap slap! he was driving into me again, his cock filling me up, and I had to close my eyes, it felt so good, my ass against his hips, my legs against his muscular torso, him holding onto my thighs as he drove himself into me.

I was vaguely aware that I was moaning “Unh unh unh unh” with each thrust inside me, and then suddenly he was moving me again – leaning his body between my legs, his chest hovering over me as he forced his hands between my back and the bed and scooping me up. All the time, I remained on his cock, that thick delicious pressure never waning as pulled me into the air. Then my legs were around his waist, me finally looking him in the eyes as his rough hands clutched my ass. He backed me up against the wall, his cock driving into me, deeper, thicker, longer, harder, and he kissed me like an animal, full of want and blind desire, biting my lip as he f*cked me sooooo good.

After a few minutes of f*cking me against the wall he stepped slightly backwards, and one hand left my ass and supported my spine. I could tell he wanted me to lean back, and as I did, his head came down, and his lips found one of my nipples as my breasts bobbed up and down as he thrust inside me. He began to suck, hard and ravenous and wet and hot as he f*cked me, his other hand clutching my ass, his fingertips pressing into the skin between my p-ssy and my a*shole, a delicious pressure. I felt the thick base of his cock driving in and out of my lips and the tips of his finger pressing deeper and harder between my legs, increasing the friction of my p-ssy around that thickness inside me. I was building and building, the wave coming faster and faster and higher and higher as he sucked me and f*cked me and fondled me and clutched at me. Suddenly I was screaming at the top of my lungs as an orgasm tore through my body, doubling and tripling, too much, too intense, as his cock thrust in and out of me relentlessly, every thrust hitting every one of my contractions and making it that much more powerful, that much more all-consuming. All I could do was scream, the only release valve I had, the only way I had to deal with the blinding ecstasy, and then he was bellowing, an animal in heat. I felt his cock explode inside me, expanding, throbbing, pulsing. He staggered over to the bed and collapsed on top of me, both of our bodies bouncing on the mattress as he buried his face in my hair and roared like someone had shot him.


I just lay there gasping for breath, my fingernails clutching his sweaty back, and felt my own contractions die away as I felt his cock deep inside me slowly pulse… once more… and then cease.

“…oh… my… GOD…” I whispered into the darkness.

He chuckled, then finally raised his head to look at me. His hair was damp with sweat, and the crazed insanity of his expression during sex (sex? That wasn’t ‘sex’ – that was f*cking like animals) had given way to a blissed-out expression of peace and contentment.

He had never looked more beautiful to me.

“Just so you know…” I said, then paused.

“Yes?”

“…we are SO doing that again.”

He laughed, then kissed me, his lips tasting of salt and sex and joy.