“Oh fuck, Carter,” I moaned, lacing my fingers through his hair. He licked and sucked me like a starving man, eating my every juice, lapping me up. Pleasure rocked through me, overwhelming me completely. I’d needed this, needed his mouth against my pussy, his eyes worshipping my body. I could tell how badly he wanted me every time he looked at me, but that sensation was magnified by a million when I took off my clothes. It was an incredible feeling to know that a man like him couldn’t hold himself back when he saw my breasts, my hips, my skin.
He stood up suddenly, pressing me back up and onto the shelf. He spread my legs wide and I felt his cock press against my pussy. He took my neck, looking me in the eyes. “You want this?” he asked.
“Yes,” I moaned.
He pressed himself roughly deep inside of me. I tipped my head back, his hand loosely wrapped around my neck, as he filled my pussy. Pain and pleasure mixed in an incredible, intoxicating feeling. I loved how he could destroy me, break me so easily, and his hand around my throat only heightened that excitement and danger.
He began to thrust inside of me, shaking the whole wall, but he didn’t seem to care. I wrapped my legs around him and held onto the edge, his one hand on my throat and the other on my ass.
“Take this fucking cock,” he grunted as he thrust deep inside of me. “You’re the tight dirty slut that I’m going to throw away everything for. I’d give up anything for another taste of this tight cunt.”
I bit down onto his shoulder and he grunted, fucking me harder. He released my throat and took my hair, pulling my head back as he pressed deeper. His tongue found my nipples, teasing me with his teeth and lips.
I writhed and moaned under him, but he pressed me back again, making the whole wall shake. A couple of records fell from their slots, scattering onto the ground. He reacted by pulling me roughly off the shelf, turning me, and bending me over, pressing my face into the record sleeves.
He slapped my ass and pressed his cock deep inside of me. “Oh fuck,” I moaned.
He began to fuck me from behind slamming me against the wall. He slapped my ass again, harder, and I knew that was going to leave a red handprint. I moaned, totally enraptured by the way he was taking me, throwing me around, using me. I loved it and couldn’t get enough.
He pounded into me, the slapping of skin filling the room. He slapped my ass hard then grabbed my hair, shoving me up against the wall. More records fell from their spots, clattering to the floor.
“You’re going to clean that up when we’re through,” he said. “You make me do this, you filthy girl. I can’t control myself around this pussy. You’re too fucking perfect, too fucking tight. Your ass looks incredible with my handprint on it.”
“You asshole,” I moaned, pushing back against him, loving it, rolling my hips against him.
“That’s right,” he grunted. “I knew you wanted more, you dirty girl.” He shoved me hard and I pushed back, slamming my hips against him, taking his cock deep inside of me. More records fell. He pressed my face down against the shelf, knocking over a lamp and a clock. I moaned as he pulled me back up, turning me around.
He took my hips and dragged me to the couch. He sat down and pressed me down on top of him, straddling his hips. I slowly lowered down onto his shaft, sliding all along him while he held my hair.
“Ride that cock, girl,” he said. We were both sweating already from the strain and intensity, but I did as he commanded. I rode up and down, sliding along his shaft as he teased my nipples and slapped my ass. I rolled my hips, moving faster and faster, taking him deeper and deeper.
“Come on, girl,” he grunted. “You can do better than that. Ride that fucking cock.” He slapped my ass, hard, and I moaned. I rode faster, twisting my hips, sliding along him.
“Pathetic,” he said. “Let me fucking show you how it’s done.”
He grabbed my hips and pulled me off, throwing me down onto the couch. He spread my legs wide and pressed himself deep inside of me. I tipped my head back, moaning, as he pinned me down and fucked me hard.
I stared at his incredible muscular body, pleasure jolting through me, and I knew I was close. He began to work my clit with his thumb and I knew that was going to be the end of me. I was hovering on the brink and the way he touched me was about to push me over.
“You want to come, don’t you?” he asked. “I can hear it in your moans. Ask me first. Beg me.”
“Please, daddy,” I moaned. “Let me come.”
“You dirty slut,” he grunted. “Beg me.”
“I want to come on your big cock. Please, let me. I need it so badly. I’ve been thinking about it all day long, touching myself. That’s why I’m always wet.”
“Fuck,” he groaned. “Come for me. Now. Come for me.”
His thrusts got deeper, more insistent, and I let myself tip over the edge.
My whole body tensed as the orgasm washed over me violently. He fucked me deep, insistent, unrelenting like an animal. I came hard as his cock filled me, my whole body a mess of pleasure and incredible intensities all climaxing on him.
I lost myself in that moment, and everything was clear for me. I didn’t care about anything else but Carter and his thick cock deep between my legs. Nothing else was important to me as I came as he worked me, pushed me, made me feel things I never dreamed of.
“Good girl,” he said as the orgasm slowly ended.
“That was . . . “