He pressed himself up against me from behind and whispered in my ear. “You want this cock inside you?”
“Yes,” I moaned. “I need it. I’ve been needing it.”
“Beg for it,” he commanded.
“Please, Clutch. Fuck me. Fuck my pussy.”
He grabbed my hips and pressed his cock against my pussy. “Again,” he commanded.
“Please,” I moaned. “Fuck me. Clutch, I need your cock.”
He pressed himself deep inside me then, sliding along my slick pussy.
Pleasure exploded through my mind. His cock was thick and long and filled my every inch. I couldn’t believe I could take him, but I did, and he filled me perfectly.
“Ah fuck,” he groaned. “This tight pussy is exactly what I knew it would be: slick and fucking incredible.”
I moaned, holding on to the back of the couch, as he slowly began to slide in and out of me. He spread my legs wider, and I knocked something off the table that was pressed against the back of the couch, but I didn’t care. All I could think about was him fucking me and how badly I needed it.
He began to thrust faster, harder, deeper. He pressed himself against me and kissed my back, my neck, grabbing my hair and pulling it back.
“You want me to fuck this tight pussy?” he groaned.
“Fuck me rough, Clutch,” I begged.
He laughed and slapped my ass. “That’s my girl,” he said. “You like it hard and rough, don’t you?”
“Go ahead,” I groaned. “Find out.”
“You dirty girl.” He pulled my hair back roughly and began to fuck me strong, hard, thrusting his thick cock between my legs.
I loved it. I loved the way he grabbed me, held me, pulled my hair. He slapped my ass again, hard, and I moaned. I realized I couldn’t stop my moans, couldn’t hold anything back. He thrust deep inside me, in and out, his heavy cock slamming into my tight pussy.
And I took him. I loved the feeling of his cock thrusting hard into my pussy, slamming into my tight spot. The slap of skin against skin drove me wild as he slapped my ass again, hard. I moaned his name and began to rock my hips back against him.
“Work that ass,” he grunted. “Take my fucking cock, girl.” He fucked me hard, rough, like an animal.
I moaned over and over. “Oh my god, Clutch. You feel so good,” I said.
“You light a fucking fire in my veins,” he replied. “This tight cunt is like a fucking glove around my cock.”
He pressed himself deep and wrapped a hand around me to rub my clit. I worked my hips against him as he found my clit with his rough, practiced fingers. He fucked me from behind, rubbed my clit, and I couldn’t move a muscle as he worked me. I moaned loudly, groaning with wild abandon, absolutely lost in his cock savagely working my pussy.
I could feel the orgasm coming on just then. I could feel it building and building, and I began to moan louder, began to work my hips faster.
“You close?” he whispered in my ear.
“Yes,” I moaned. “Clutch, fuck, I’m close.”
He suddenly stopped and pulled out.
I gasped, shocked. “I didn’t say you could come,” he said.
“Clutch!”
He grabbed me by the hips and dragged me across the room, practically carrying me. He shoved some papers and books off the kitchen table and then lifted me up and placed me down. He shoved me back and pulled my hips to the edge of the table.
He stood in front of me and slid his thick cock deep between my legs as I lay on the table, my legs spread wide.
“I want to see that pretty fucking face while you come,” he said.
“Shit,” I gasped. “Clutch.” He began to fuck me hard, deep, his cock pressing in at a new angle. The pleasure was absolutely incredible. His thumb found my clit.
He grabbed my breast with his free hand as he fucked me like that. I could see his strong chest, dripping sweat, just like I was. He fucked me rough and deep, working my clit. I had to reach up and steady myself on the table edge as he fucked me harder, harder, animal-like and savage, working deep into my pussy.
“That’s right, girl,” he grunted. “You take that cock. You come on my fucking big dick.”
“Clutch,” I moaned. “Fill me. Fuck me. Please.”
He worked me harder, and I began to roll my hips in time with him, getting lost in the rhythm of our bodies, the pleasure just one long, deep wave of mind-bending need. It washed me and filled me, his thick cock thrusting in and out of my soaking-wet cunt.
He grabbed my hips and pulled me closer, rocking my legs open wider. His thumb found my clit again as his cock thrust deeper, harder, into me.
His grunts, his strong body shredded with muscles, his thick cock thrusting deep inside me, his incredible thumb working my soaking, swollen clit, it all pushed me toward the edge. I could feel the orgasm coming back, coming harder and stronger.
“Please, Clutch,” I moaned. “Don’t stop. I’m so close.”
“Come on this big cock,” he said. “Come nice and hard for me.”