Not enough though.
“Ride me, baby,” I growl her.
“Like this?” she breathes out in a raspy voice as she starts to raise and lower herself on my cock in a slow, methodical way.
While there are many times I love to take the time to get off slowly, this is not one of them. For Trista to fully appreciate that plug in her ass, I need her to move.
Putting my hands on her hips, I spread my fingers wide to curl around her back. She looks down at me curiously as I use my hands to move her up and down, still letting her set the pace for a few more moments.
I can tell by her shallow breaths, the blush across her neck and the tiny moans she makes when her ass presses down on me, that she’s feeling the plug. But I want more than her just feeling it. I want her consumed by it.
“Do you know what riding cock means? I ask her.
She shakes her head as she continues to move up and down slowly.
“It means,” I tell her as I use my hands and my physical strength to pull her up my shaft and then slam her back down onto me, “that you should be bouncing, your tits should be jiggling, and you should be screaming at the way that plug is pounding into your ass.”
Trista’s eyes flare wide and look stunned, and I find I like doing that to her.
“Ready?” I asked her with a grin.
Eyes still round as saucers, she gives me a short nod.
“Then let’s get at it, baby. I want you to fuck me hard.”
Before I even have a chance to help assist her in the movements I want, Trista raises herself up before falling back down onto my shaft. Before a groan can even tear free from either one of us, she’s already lifting back up again and slamming that tight pussy back down again.
This time, she screams. Not in pain, but in pure pleasure from that plug as well as my cock based on the rapture across her face. She starts to go faster and harder, to the point where my balls are starting to take a pounding.
Since I don’t want to interfere with her enthusiasm, I don’t try to get her to change her pace.
Instead, I tell her, “Turn around.”
“Turn around?” she asks in a daze as she slowly gyrates to keep some friction going. She is completely lost to sensation.
Using my hands, I pull her off my dick. “Turn around. Ride me reverse.”
Trista scrambles to turn herself around over me, and she immediately has her hand on my cock guiding it back into her. I love this position. Love watching that ass as she bounces up and down, and that’s exactly what she starts doing right away. When I told Trista to ride my cock, she took me very seriously.
I don’t put my hands back to her hips, but content myself to just watch her for a few moments. She’s magnificent from this angle. Granted, I can’t see those fantastic tits bouncing up and down but her ass and that plug sticking out more than makes up for it.
“I think I’m going to come,” Trista mutters as she picks up the pace.
That makes my balls tighten up in anticipation, my hands coming to rest lightly on her hips.
“That’s it, baby. Let go. I want you to come all over me.”
Trista only pulls up and slams down one more time before her back arches so deeply her ponytail touches the top of my chest. The corresponding scream that tears out of her throat causes my own climax to fire in my hips as I thrust upward into her. My hand goes to the plug in her ass, and I tug it out slowly as she’s orgasming. This causes Trista to scream again, which makes my orgasm seem to magnify. Her scream dies to a groan, then finally a soft mewling as she falls face forward onto my legs in complete exhaustion.
I can feel tiny quakes running through her pussy as my dick continues to jump inside of her. Taking a deep breath, I look down my body at her and ask, “Are you okay?”
She nods her head and groans with her cheek resting on one of my shin bones.
Yup, I think she’s destroyed. And I like that a lot.
Long, long moments pass as we lay there in silence. My cock softens and slips out of her, and she continues to lay like dead weight on my legs. Eventually, she stirs and pushes herself up before swinging a leg over me. She continues to roll right off the bed as she asks,” Can I use your bathroom?”
I start to peel the condom off me as I answer, “Of course. Help yourself to anything in there.”
Trista surprises me by picking up her clothes and carrying them with her to the bathroom. Before I even know what I’m doing, I tell her, “Don’t put your clothes back on.”
She turns around to look at me in shock. Her gaze cuts down to my softened dick and back to me. “You want to go again?”
This is a first for me. I don’t do women in this apartment. There’s no need when I have a sex club within walking distance. But even before that, I didn’t like having women in my personal space. Once Michelle betrayed me with Jayce, I closed myself off tight, which means I don’t go for second rounds or sleepovers.
Obviously, I am not acting quite myself where this woman is concerned. This should scare the shit out of me… particularly because I have ulterior motives where she’s concerned. And yet, I want her again, and I want her to stay. Despite the fact I have no cameras in this apartment and what we are doing is no use to my scheme, I just want her again, and I usually get what I want.
“Yes, I want to go again. And maybe again after that.”
Trista stares at me for a moment, weighing her options. She could go home to an empty—I assume—bed, or she could have more fantastic, mind-blowing orgasms. It doesn’t take her long to make her decision. She drops her clothes to the floor as she turns to the bathroom. “I’ll be right back.”
I smile to myself and roll off the bed to dispose of the condom. On the way back, I grab two more and then pull the covers back. By the time I’m settling onto the mattress, Trista is walking back out of the bathroom. She has let her hair out of her ponytail and looks like a goddess as she walks my way.
As it turns out a few hours later, I needed three more condoms rather than two.
When we both come down from the last round of orgasms, Trista once again starts to roll out of the bed.
“Where are you going?” I ask as I turn to my side to watch her.
She stands up and turns to look at me. “Going home to get some sleep. Otherwise, I’m going to feel like shit tomorrow.”
I’m pretty convinced I might be possessed by some type of malevolent spirit because before I know it, my hand is patting the mattress and I tell her, “Get back in bed. Stay the night here.”
Trista has come to know enough about me, particularly with my ground rules, that this is not something I normally do. She merely cocks an eyebrow at me in skepticism.
I pat the mattress again and tell her with complete nonchalance, “I feel compelled to walk you to your car since it’s so late and the security is not the greatest at this time in the parking garage. I’m too lazy and sated to do that. So do me a favor and come sleep in my bed. You can leave when the sun comes up.”