Wild Side
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He senses I need more and shifts a little, giving me more room to move. He doesn’t have to. I mean, I just had two orgasms and he still hasn’t climaxed once, so my pleasure shouldn’t be his priority at the moment. Not that I complain.
It’s my body that guides me on all four and he follows my lead with a low chuckle. “That’s it, doll. Fuck me back.”
And I do. I meet his thrusts, his balls slapping against my folds in an obscenely loud sound. His hands are now holding my breasts, pinching the nipples as the orgasm that was just dying a few seconds ago is now roaring back to life.
“Oh, oh, oh.” I think I’m screaming, or squealing, I don’t know for sure. My toes curl, my head bows as I bite my lower lip in a futile attempt to keep the volume down. But my clit is having none of it and is currently singing “I am woman, hear me roar.”
This time, when I come, I do scream his name at the top of my lungs. Or at least it feels like it. I collapse mid-orgasm, unable to keep holding myself when he’s pounding his way to his own relief. My ass is now high in the air, held back by him. I can hear him grunt behind me, and it’s insanely hot. A strangled sound escapes his throat and then he pushes deep and holds, his dick jerking deep inside me. It sends shivers of pleasure down my spine, and I wonder how it would feel without a condom.
His hips thrust lazily a few more times as he rides the wave. My knees eventually slip from under me and he crashes over me, his forearms on each side of me barely catching some of his weight.
I don’t care though. His panting breath is in my ear, and I’m basking in some serious afterglow already.
“Holy shit, you’re a good fuck.”
He is out of breath and sounds slightly impressed, and I can’t hold back the smug grin that grows on my lips.
Chapter 5
Apa
This girl really is something else.
I rest my forehead against her shoulder as I try to catch my breath. That orgasm wiped me out.
It doesn’t happen often. Sure, I’ve had some pretty epic sex in my life, but this was a simple fuck session, doggy-style. It shouldn’t feel like someone just cut off my legs. Everything south of my waist feels numb. My dick is in its happy place, tingling with the last sparks of pleasure. My balls feel like I just shot the biggest load of my life.
That’s what manages to break through the haze. I have to take care of the condom. I pull out of her, and I fucking wince when her pussy tries to hold me back. Abby’s body wants me to stay inside.
I don’t think she’s had a lot of good sex in her life. The way she was squealing, the surprise in her voice when she told me she was going to come a second time?
Well, yeah, baby, a man who knows how to use his dick will do that to you.
I roll over and throw an arm over my eyes. I’m covered in sweat and overheating but damn… it was worth it.
So worth it that I really want to do it again, even though a very necessary part of me is in an orgasm-induced coma right now.
A small giggle tears me away from my thoughts and I smile. The girl who just fucked my brains out is giggling and I find it oddly cute. Contrasts, I guess. “If you’re laughing after this, I must have done something wrong,” I mutter, keeping my eyes closed. I’m joking. She came three times, and with the way her pussy squeezed the shit out of my dick, it seemed pretty intense.
“More like you did something really right,” she teases me.
I turn around and eye her. She is still sprawled on her stomach, her arms crossed and cushioning her head as she faces me. I can’t resist, landing my hand loudly on her ass. I went easy on her. I wanted to spank her, see her ass turn that glorious shade of pink I love so much. I settled for watching my cock slide in and out of her, figuring that the pounding she was taking was already enough.
Not sure I’ll have the same restraint if I take her from behind again. Her ass is a piece of art. It’s big enough to give me a good, healthy handful and a nice cushion for the pushin’ as Reese, my best friend, likes to call it.
Normally, I would hit the shower or just get dressed and leave. But I find myself leaning in to give her a peck, because it seems pretty obvious we’re fireworks together and it would be borderline criminal to stop now. Her lips are red and swollen, and I kiss her softly as she sighs into my mouth, her fingers slipping into my hair. Her nails scratch my skull, making me groan. I want to feel those nails dig into my shoulders. I definitely want a round two.
I pull away before we get carried away. I do need to recharge a little. She drained me.
“Shower or bath?” I ask, my fingers trailing down her side. She shivers and I smirk, liking the effect I have on her.
I love sex, I love women. All women. I like them naughty, I like them classy, I like them shy, I like them bold. They each offer a little something different. But I’m not gonna lie: it’s a fucking ego boost when you get a somewhat reserved woman in bed, and she lights up like a firecracker when you touch her.
“I want to say bath because I’m not sure my legs can hold me, but I think a shower would be better. I feel icky.”
“Good icky?”
She smiles. “Great icky.”
I slap her ass again in approval. “Then we better get you clean so I can dirty you all over again.”
There is a flash of surprise on her face. “Really?”
“You really think I was going to stop after one round?”
“Well, to be fair, it wasn’t just a round. It was pretty intense on my side.”
“Yeah. That’s why we have to do it again. But you’re right. It was intense. I need a moment to recover.”
I eventually sit up and pick up the condom I discarded before heading to the bathroom. I take a piss and start the shower so the water is nice and warm for Abby. What can I say? I have manners.
I call her when I’m about to step inside the bathtub, briefly wondering if maybe she wants to use the bathroom on her own before. It doesn’t stop me for more than a second, though. She can pee while I’m in the shower.
I might have manners but I’m still a biker and it’s not like I care about that.
I’ve just rinsed the shampoo from my hair when she finally joins me. I move so she can get right underneath the water. She has her hair up in one of those girly messy buns, leaving the back of her neck bare except for a few strands. I press my lips on the muscle between her shoulder and her neck then softly bite the flesh. It’s a struggle to not suckle on it because for some reason, I kinda like the idea of leaving my mark on her. Instead, I grab a washcloth and soap it up and, of course, I focus on her glorious tits. She sighs then rests against me, her head cushioned on my shoulder. She is going to be squeaky clean by the time I’m done with her.
We don’t talk, and I find myself enjoying the calm. It’s soothing. Most of the time, at the clubhouse, I always hear music or people fucking in the next room - or mine. We do like variety and bedrooms are only private if we want them to be. Here, it’s quiet. There is just the water falling over us, our deep breathing as we savor the post-coital bliss. I turn her around in my arms once I deem her soapy enough. She smiles before pouring shower gel into her hands, directly rubbing it on my skin. I like it. She is almost tender with me, a welcome change too.
Her hesitation as she reaches my navel is endearing, and I nod with a small smile when she quickly glances up at me. My dick is still soft, recovering after all the hard work, and she cleans it gently. Her hand is small around me and I like seeing it. I like seeing it so much that something stirs in my abdomen, and I know I’m not going to be soft much longer.
Abby is doing it for me. Why, I don’t know. She is pretty, for sure, but I usually don’t bang civilian girls more than once. I find they often have enough after one round, not used to the way I like to fuck. If I have to wait before getting my rocks off, I usually prefer to find a club girl. I like immediate gratification.
I kiss her when we’re both clean, nice and slow. I love the taste of her, I love her little sighs of
pleasure. She sounds almost surprised every time my tongue slips inside her mouth, like she’s never been properly kissed before.
What a shame. Her plump lips were made for kissing.
Or sucking cock.
Mine, preferably.
I picture her on her knees in front of me. Her head bobbing up and down as she takes me down her throat. Fuck, the mental picture is really working for me. I hope she likes sucking because she’ll be doing it in the next five minutes.
She wraps a towel around her when we make it out of the bathtub. My dick is half hard now, it’s impossible to miss. She sees it and bites her lower lip, and I want to reassure her that I don’t plan on fucking her this time if she doesn’t feel like it.
I’m an accommodating guy.
She stays behind when I leave the bathroom, and I turn the TV on while I wait for her to finish whatever she’s doing. I sit down on the bed, my hand lazily stroking my cock as I replay what happened half an hour ago.
It was really hot. Her surprised scream at the end was really hot.
I wonder if I can make her scream louder. Now that I’ve taken the edge off, I will last longer if she wants me between her legs again and I do like a challenge.
I’m picturing her flat on her back, legs wide open for me, and that’s all it takes to have my cock hard and ready. I usually prefer a bare pussy but I’m also not a sissy. I can work with some pubic hair. It also means the chick probably hasn’t fucked in a while, and who would complain about something that guarantees a tight pussy?
I’m about to go back to the bathroom when Abby finally opens the door. She is still wearing a towel around her. I got rid of mine already.
Her eyes drift south right away and watch as I pump my shaft. I make it a show, too. Long, slow strokes to let her appreciate the view.
I stand up when she hesitantly approaches the bed as if she’s not sure of what the decorum is in this kind of situation.
“On your knees,” I order. I’m not in the mood for teaching, but I can give her pointers.
Her eyes widen, and she seems to struggle with my tone. I don’t care. I made it good for her the first time.
I mean, I won’t force her. She doesn’t want to, she doesn’t want to. We’ll find another way. But I also usually don’t pussy-talk when it comes to sex. I know what I want, and I say it. She’d better get used to it, too.
I grab a pillow and throw it at my feet - I’m not an asshole, I don’t want her to have carpet burn on her knees.
“And get rid of the towel,” I add. I already know what she looks like, no need to be shy now. I think I already proved that I find her more than attractive.
She kneels in front of me then undoes the small knot and lets the towel pool around her. Her tits are gorgeous. Full, heavy, with red nipples that felt amazing against my tongue. It’s a pity we don’t have much time together because I’d love to fuck them. I’d love to do a bunch of things with her and see exactly how responsive she can be.
Damn. She is on her knees in front of me. I love that sight. I love the way she has to raise her eyes to look at me. I love the submission. I love knowing she is ready to please me.
She takes a hold of my cock, pumps a few times before leaning in and licking the vein that runs along the shaft.
Yeah. That’s right, baby.
She circles my head next but hesitates when she reaches my piercing.
“It doesn’t hurt,” I reassure her. “Lick it.”
I groan and close my eyes when she twirls her tongue around it. That warm, wet tongue… I want to feel it everywhere.
“Suck it now. Suck my cock.”
Her hand tightens around me as she opens her mouth wide.
“Fuck,” I breath when she swallows me down. She doesn’t let me go very far but it’s OK. It’s warm and wet around my tip and her hand is jerking me off, so it’s all good.
I’m suddenly thinking if her mouth feels that good, her pussy must be heaven on earth skin-to-skin.
I never fuck without a condom. I told her, it’s club rule number one. We’re not stupid. We get tested every two months at the very least, too. But the fantasy of fucking her bare is clinging to me. It’s her sweetness, I think. She is refreshing, my little paparazzi.
She doesn’t deep-throat, and I’m not sure if it’s because she doesn’t know how to or doesn’t dare because of my apadravya. I let her find her rhythm. I want her relaxed, not tense. I can see she gains in confidence, her eyes shining with something close to smugness, and I have to hold back a smile at that.
I untie the bun on the top of her head and watch her hair as it cascades over her shoulders. My fingers dive into it as I cradle the back of her head, guiding her movements. I push a little, encouraging her to take me deeper.
I have to take it slow with Abby. But I don’t mind. By the end of the night, she’ll be sucking cock like a pro.
She gags a little when I push her down again and tries to escape me, but I don’t let her. “Breathe through it,” I say as I hold myself at the back of her throat. The way her muscles tighten around me feels too fucking good to pull out.
Her hand grabs my thigh, nails digging. Silly girl. It only turns me on more. I like a little bit of pain. “Relax,” I order. “You can breathe through your nose.”
Her eyes water and I groan because she looks even more sexy that way. I don’t want to stop, but I also know the difference between pushing limits and forcing someone. “Abby, relax,” I order again. “Slap my thigh twice if it really gets too much, but let your muscles get used to it first.”
I’m about to reluctantly pull out when she finally seems to relax. Her eyes are still on me, but the slaps I was expecting don’t come. “Good. Touch my balls, now.”
She cups them, rolling them in her palm and I sigh, my head dropping back.
Fuck. This feels good.
I allow myself a few more moments to enjoy the blow job, thinking she is really getting the hang of it now. I’m setting the pace next, moving her head up and down my cock, the occasional sound of her gagging arousing me even more.
It’s a little sick how I like the sound of my cock choking her. It fills me with a very unusual sense of possession. She is choking because no one taught her how to properly give head. I take it as a personal mission.
“That’s it, baby,” I encourage her as my hand tightens in her hair. I’m getting close now. Her bright green eyes are staring at me, wide and teary, but also filled with arousal… and it’s really fucking hot. “You’re gonna swallow me like a good girl, right?”
There is a hint of hesitation in her eyes, but she doesn’t try to pull away. I can feel my balls tightening, and I don’t hold back. I groan as I come, the pleasure ripping through my shaft in long satisfying spurs. I hold her down, so I can pour everything down her throat, my ass flexing to get as far as I can. She is smart though, never letting go of my shaft so she can at least control the depth. Not that I would force her. I like to play with a girl’s limits, show her she can push them a little, but there is a fine line between doing that and making her feel powerless. I’m man enough to know the difference. It’s also a matter of pride to know that when I’ll leave her, she’ll only have good, happy, very satisfied memories of our encounter. But I’m not gonna lie: it’s hard for me to remember she is rather inexperienced because the way she responds is insanely hot.
She gasps when I finally let her go and I stumble on the bed, my legs weak. “Sorry, babe. Couldn’t help it.”
She swallows several times then massages her jaw and shakes her head. “It’s OK. Just… you’re big.”
I’m enjoying the last of my orgasm, watching her as she falls back on her haunches. She is fidgety, and I suddenly worry that maybe the position was uncomfortable for her. I’m about to help her on her feet when I notice the way she is pressing her thighs together.
She is not uncomfortable. She is horny.
A girl who gets turned on while giving head is precious, let me tell you.
She tries to scramble away from me and I frown. What the fuck? I have never met a chick who doesn’t like to be eaten out.
“You don’t have to. I mean, I haven’t… I’m not-”
I glance up at her just as she covers her pussy. “What?”
She blushes. “Hum. I’m not… down there.”
I laugh. I can’t help it. She’s feeling self-conscious because she’s not completely bare. I can see she takes care of the area, because it’s not a jungle down there, but she obviously hasn’t waxed in a while. “And you think I didn’t notice that when I rubbed my dick all over your pussy? Or when I pounded the shit out of it? Or when I cleaned it in the shower?”
The way she worries her lower lip as she contemplates what I say would be cute if I didn’t have my face between her legs. I give her a few seconds to get over it and then throw her legs open again. Her protest dies as I open my mouth over her clit. The nub is hard on my tongue.
I groan as I taste her and flatten my tongue, giving her slow, long strokes.
The way she moans and gives up the fight tells me she got over it just fine. Her legs fall open naturally, allowing me to press a finger to her opening.
I swear to God she sucks it up inside as if I hadn’t given her my cock merely an hour ago.
I don’t know where Abby lives, but the men around her need to be beaten. She is needy as fuck and deserves someone to take care of her like a woman should be taken care of.