She tried to take him all into her mouth, the head of his cock pushing against the back of her throat, but she couldn’t. She didn’t even need to move her hand from the base of his cock. He was by far the biggest man she had been with.
He let her suck him for some time, standing in her living room, guiding her to a quick pace by holding her hair, his hand at the back of her head still. Then he couldn’t wait anymore. He pulled her away and up, tugging on her hair painfully. He pushed her over to the couch and stepped out of his jeans and boxers, which had still been around his ankles. She went to sit down on the couch, but he stopped her by grabbing her by the hips, turning her around, and bending her over the edge.
He reached around and unbuttoned her jeans with a practiced hand, and then he yanked her pants and thong down quickly. She spread her legs for him, and he pushed his throbbing cock inside her.. She was wet and hot, and he fucked her hard. Colt gripped her ample ass, a hand on each cheek, and his fingers left red marks on her pale skin.
Sherry was in a world built of ecstasy. She felt her orgasm nearing, and then the man reached forward and cupped one of her breasts in his hand, her nipple rubbing against his rough palm, and it pushed her over the edge.
“Fuck!” she moaned aloud, and the orgasm overtook her, tightening the walls of her moist pussy as it bubbled over from the pit of her loins and caused the muscles in her crotch to contract.
The orgasm faded, and there was just him, fucking her, pulling on her hair, slapping her ass. She thought he was going to come in her, and the idea scared her, but then, just as he was about to come, he pulled out and grabbed her hair, forcing her down to her knees once more and spinning her around. His cock was slick with her own juices, but she opened her mouth to it obediently, tasting herself on his rigid member just as he came, spraying sticky string after sticky string of hot semen into the back of her mouth, making her gag and her eyes tear.
She stood up and Colt grinned at her. “Got anything to eat?” he asked, and Sherry couldn’t help but laugh.
5
Sherry and Colt had a purely sexual relationship, and it stretched on for just over three months. It was hot and heavy, and often it was just fucking. He liked to bend her over, and he really liked to have her on top, pawing at her breasts while she rode him. He came everywhere, in her mouth, across her face, on her tits or ass, and often inside her. Sometimes he would be gone for a few days or even more, and then he would be there late at night, knocking on her door and coming and taking her sexually. He was in control at all times, and she loved it. He got into fights, he drank too much, and yet she loved it. He wasn’t dating her. He didn’t take her out, didn’t buy her anything. It was just what Sherry wanted.
Sometimes he opened up to her. They were lying in her bed one night, sweating and panting. He had been fucking her after eating her out, and then fucking her with her legs thrown over his shoulders.
“You aren’t like other girls,” he said once he got his breathing under control.
“What do you mean?” Sherry asked, looking over at him.
“Most chicks want things, dates…commitment,” he said with a grin in the darkness.
“Fuck that,” Sherry said, and they both laughed. “I came here to get away from a bad relationship,” Sherry said. “I just want to be fucked. Make me come and we’re good.”
“See, you aren’t like other chicks.”
“That’s a good thing. Tell me your name.”
Colt laughed. “I don’t love you. I love to fuck you, but I don’t love you.”
For some reason that stung, even though Sherry was pretty sure she didn’t love him either.
Colt went on. “I was in a bad relationship too. She was a nice chick, good lay, but she just wanted too much from me. Kids. Getting married. I’m not that type of guy.”
“I can tell,” Sherry said, and they both laughed.
A week or so passed after that, and Colt knew he needed to break things off with Sherry. He was starting to really like her, and he was wanting more from their relationship. He wasn’t ready for all of that, and wasn’t ready for another woman to be wanting him to change his ways either. If there was going to be a future with Sherry, surely she would want him to stop fighting and drinking, and worse yet, she might want him to hang up the biking gear and get a real job. Colt had barely graduated high school; there was no way he could hold down some nine to five.