by Jen Eastwood
Finally feeling the gentle landing of my tip against her back wall, I gave Veronica the mercy of a short break. Her body matched the intensity of the blue device that had caused all this madness. I tried to hold onto myself, knowing it would be a waste if I finished without Veronica regaining her senses.
I enjoyed the contractions deep inside her body as I waited. When her eyes finally cracked open I asked, “How fun was that?”
Her voice was shaky. “I never came so hard in my life, you bastard.” The hint of a smile on Veronica's face betrayed her appreciation.
I made a gentle thrust and stayed deep. “Good, then you'll always,” I stopped as she wrapped her arms and legs around my body, “remember me.”
The flash of recognition struck her face and quickly melted into confusion. “Up until now, I didn't know it was you, Trent.”
“Crazy. I was here the whole time.” I started to fuck her abused pussy, taking it slow and gentle with her for the first time since we had met.
Veronica smiled. “That was amazing. I was afraid, but I'd never been more turned on in my life.” I took a quick, hard thrust to mix things up. She gasped and continued, “And that fucking orgasm.”
“Care to have another round of that?” I picked up the pace, giving her bounce underneath me.
Her breathing picked up with her voice. “It was too much. I'm up for later. Just finish.”
It worked for me. I knew the first severe chafing would mean a few days of missing out. With only a week left, I wasn't willing to let my own personal model go to any amount of waste. The whole scene had me at the point of precoming to begin with.
I slowed my thrusting, giving the extra effort into force. Veronica already knew which buttons to push. She rested the soles of her feet against the back of my calves, pulled me into her breasts, and slowly wiggled her hips.
“I'm close,” I gasped, trying to soak in the entire feeling of my shaft.
Veronica buried her face in my neck and whispered, “Come inside me baby.” The way she said it had a magical quality, almost like a spell for ordering a male orgasm on command. Or like my own powers.
The pipes opened in my sack. The rush of feeling peaked as my cock hardened to it's limit. The skin on my swollen head struck her deepest reach.
Without being able to move, I tossed my first load out. My entire body gave out with the second. I couldn't help groaning, feeling Veronica's hands trace down my back in encouragement and appreciation.
She pulled me closer by my ass. “All of it.” My eyes slammed shut with the third and fourth. “Does it feel nice, coming in my pussy? I know you wanted to as soon as we met.” Even before then. The woman had a way of stating the truth.
My sack gradually emptied. My entire body felt hollow as I let out the last. Veronica knew she had total control of me, at least when it came to my climax.
The goddess of the male orgasm held me tight as I caught my breath and my bearings. She put her lips on my ear and whispered, “That was incredible.”
I panted and didn't attempt getting up. I barely choked out, “I knew you were enjoying it.”
Veronica moaned in agreement. “But why didn't I know it was you?”
Could I ever tell her? “I thought you were just a good actress. I wouldn't have been so rough if I thought you didn't know.” A lie balder than her muffin.
I leaned up and watched the sincerity in her face as she said, “No, I'm not joking, Trent. I really thought you were some random stranger.”
“Did it scare you?”
“The couple of times I thought you might kill me in the end, yeah.”
I rolled the two of us over on our sides, finally breaking my flaccid dick free. I caressed Veronica's face for a bit of insincere coddling. “The poor thing. Afraid some man had broken in, but incredibly turned on once he put his cock in her.”
“I told you it was my fantasy. I've just got a thing for being taken.”
I cast a shit-eating grin. “And ravaged like a piece of meat. Don't forget that.”
Veronica broke the mood with a sudden realization. “And we'll need to change the sheets.”
I sat up to investigate. Sure enough, the copious amounts of pearly white leaking from her pussy had made its way onto the comforter. I'd made two laundromat runs for the bed in the past week already. It was a common problem with us.
A quick slap at her ass made Veronica jerk. I never could help joking around after sex. “So, what's up for this afternoon? Skiing with a friend, or more rough sex with a stranger?”