by Dawn Marie
“Ahhh…” Need, aching need slipping out of my mouth. I couldn’t hold out for much longer. Dear God! It was so appalling. This wanting him and his huge cock.
As if he knew my reluctance to not beg him for anything, he twisted his finger around once. Frustration hit my core like nothing I had ever experienced. Then he stopped, holding still, silent inside my soaked pussy. His finger, so much different than my own, was well lubricated from the leaking lust of my desire. I moaned, loud and long. Dear God, I couldn’t hold out for much longer.
“Please…” my voice cracking with want, with aching pain in my core. My legs twisted under his firm thighs, he moved back from my breast, and simply watched his finger laying calmly in my pussy. I closed my eyes, the sight of him, the awe of his masculine body standing over my delicate one was too much to comprehend.
“Open your damn eyes!” he demanded. “Look at me!”
I cracked my eyes, looking up at Dyane as he reared over me. He reminded me of pirate surveying his crew, his ship. He had me in his clutches and he wasn’t going to give in I knew it until I begged him for my release. I tried to hold out, I really did. I tried to be stronger. I just couldn’t hold out any longer from the scorching burning going on inside my body.
“Please…fuck me!” I finally moaned, begging for his claiming.
I’m not happy with myself for begging.
I’ve never experienced this kind of sexual need before.
I’ve never had anyone as grueling and fuckable wanting to fuck me.
Chapter 7
Dyane wasted not a second as he moved that huge eight-inch cock of his into the vee of my thighs, pushing them wide with his muscled legs. The heat from his legs and chest seeped into the pores of my uplifted body. It felt so strange having my arms up above my head, held tight with a leather belt as this huge, muscled man loomed above me. I wasn’t use to this kind of sex. I was way out of my league I thought.
“You want my cock in your tight wet pussy?” he asked in a very, very dark voice.
I wasn’t sure what I really wanted. A climax from his finger or to cum all over that huge cock of his. I had a feeling he was going to make me do both. Cum on his finger and his eight-inch cock. My pussy was ruling my thoughts as lust danced through the pores of my burning body. All I could focus on was that huge finger of his, inside my leaking pussy, still and unmoving. Unmoving but hot as hell.
Without any warning, that finger pulled out too quickly making me winch in pain. Then with a hard shove, it was pushed back deeply into my gripping pussy. Thrust after hard thrust he worked that finger of his in and out, in and out of my dampened pussy. I moaned from the friction, the heat, the awful position I was placed in. My arms were hurting and I wanted to clutch him with my arms.
“I don’t hear you begging?” he taunted me. I could barely, barely make out his dark voice.
The ache of almost being able to cum, to be rushed free into a blazing climax was right there on the edge but still unreachable. I needed something but I didn’t know what exactly. Vaguely I heard him taunting me. If my arms were free I would rub my clit, or ask to be licked on my bare pussy. But this – this whole position I was in I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do. How to act?
“Ohhhh – God.” I yelled. I could not stop the words from escaping.
“What do you want Dawn?” Dyane questioned. His finger thrusted again into my tight cunt.
“Ahhh – Rub my clit.” I begged finally in a shaking and needy voice.
I was aching so badly, I waited to feel something his finger, his tongue, on my clit to help me find a heavenly release. Nothing. God, it hurt. Unfulfilled desire. Wanting. He laughed loudly. As I heard, “You didn’t beg good enough.”
What the hell?
Forcefully he yanked his slickened finger out of my pussy. The emptiness hit almost instantly, causing me to clinch and grasp with the sharp pains of wanting. I just wasn’t prepared for this. For him. I opened my aching eyes wide, looking at him as he loomed over me. His eyes were burning with a dark, raw lust that I had never experienced.
He inched his body tighter against mine, as he pushed my legs wider with his hips and legs. My arms were turning numb. Were they supposed to? I winced as he brought more of his hot body into contact with mine. His hard cock laid on top of my burning bare pussy. It was leaking with drops of pre-cum and he moved those muscled hips of his slowly, slowly back and forth wetting the top of my slit. I groaned as the erotic sight hit my brain.
“Please – Give me your cock?” I finally begged. A tear finally dripped from my blue-eyes. Eyes filled with unfulfilled passion.
“More like it…” I heard somewhere above me.
I closed my eyes from the burning gaze of his attention and felt as his large, hot hand rubbed my aching nipples. The sudden touch made me moan that much more. His cock still moving back and forth, back and forth. Believe when I say I did try to wiggle, to juggle that cock into moving downward into the center of my pussy. He wasn’t letting it happen. I was held firmly and I wasn’t going anywhere.
“Fuck!” I heard him exclaim in a painful tone.
As I opened my eyes, his shut then reopened fast with a tormented look. I tried to move my arms and hands down to his head, but he shook his head no. Even as I tried to move them downward, he took his right hand pushing my arms back above my head. Then that awful hand keep journeying downward, and my breath caught, as he took his cock in his hand and slipped it downward. Dear God!
My pussy leaked and leaked with a slippery wetness of desire as it prayed for that eight-inch cock to drive deeply into the tightness of my waiting pussy. As if he also couldn’t wait any longer, he pushed the mushroom shaped head into the opening. Just an inch of that head was pushed inside. God, it was stretching me open! He groaned, and before I could process any clear thought, that burning, hard cock thrust deeply inside. The pain made me grasp with the sudden entry. Only four inches were buried in the depths of my widened pussy but there was still four more inches to come.
There were no tender kisses, no tender touches, no whispered words to relax me, as Dyane pushed hard and deep into my pussy. He took his hands and moved my legs up to his shoulders, this causing a tightness that I could barely bare. His cock was the biggest I had ever experienced and it was hell on my tight little pussy. His eyes were watching the movement of his cock as it thrust in and out, in and out of the depths of my pussy.
As he was focused on the movements of his cock inside my wet cunt, I inched my belted wrists down to his head. Grabbing hold of his black hair, I clutched some strands into my small fingers and held on. He looked up at me then, his navy-blue irises turned black. He looked almost feral. To make that statement true he pulled all the way out, bouncing his wet cock onto my lower belly, letting me know he was in charge not me.
I moaned from the emptiness as the proof of my passion leaked out underneath me onto the bed. That’s when the foggy haze lifted from my brain, and I remembered what I needed to stay.
Dear God! Stupid…stupid me.
“Protection…” I grasped. My fingers pulling hard on his hair to get his full attention.
He took my hands out of his hair and pushed them hard above my head. As if he didn’t hear me, I tried again.
“Condom!” I yelled louder this time. I know he heard me!
His face contorted with an incensed look. My pussy was empty and it was raw. It was still wanting fulfillment. Contentment. As if he had the same thoughts, I was quickly turned over onto my stomach and my ass yanked up high in the air. As I tried to get my belted wrists to some position on my bed that was comfortable I felt his thighs spread mine far apart.
“Damn it.” I screamed. “I know you heard me. Condom! Protection. Ever heard of that you asshole.” I yelled.
No response.
Not with words at least. Next thing I feel is his bare, hard and huge cock thrusting into my pussy. Ah, the fullness. My pussy tried to stretch wide to accept his cock. It was tight. His f
ingers gripped the sides of my hips so hard, I knew I’d have bruises. He pulled and yanked me back and forth, back and forth where ever he wanted me. The speed of his thrusting faster and faster. I heard him groan, and I gushed out a large splash of desire. As my pussy suddenly wanted more, wanting to cum on his cock.
I was almost there and then he pushed hard, and I do mean hard up into the back of my tight wet pussy. Reaching that magic spot and I was releasing all over his cock. Groaning loudly with my head and fingers buried into the softness of his comforter hiding my groans as I came. I heard his grunts, his heavy breathing, felt the drops of his sweat as they dropped onto my back. Soon, he was following me into bliss.
Large heavy splashes of his cum shot from the head of his cock deeply into my pussy. Greedy bitch that it was, it sucked every inch of cum out of his hard cock. Clinching tightly to the sides of his hard eight-inch cock, my well satisfied pussy took every drop his cock had to offer. Seconds or minutes passed, as I wiggled trying to pull free. He wouldn’t release me. I was still face down on his bed, and he was buried deep inside my pussy.
As I laid face down, ass up in the air, with him behind me, inside me. I wondered what now? What happens next? Where does this lead to? I probably shouldn’t be asking questions but I couldn’t help myself. My pussy tightened on the large cock still inside its walls. I felt the twitches of his hot cock.
Dear God!
Wasn’t he finished?
Chapter 8
“Stay still,” he demanded with a husky voice that was filled with tension.
I tried to lay silent, unmoving in the middle of his bed, as he held me in a tight grip with those large hands sunk into my tender hips, with that huge cock buried deep inside my sore pussy. It was so very hard. The heat from that cock of his, as well as the girth, stretched my tender pussy till I wasn’t sure I could handle anymore. I moved the slightest inch, trying to get the walls of my cunt into a better spot.
“Damn!” he groaned loudly into the darkened passion filled room.
Yanking out – with a coldhearted shove back inside, Dyane used all his force to thrust his cock as deep as he could inside the tightness of my pussy. Gasping, the breath shot from lungs, the force was that brutal on my small frame. I clutched the black cotton comforter into the palms of both hands, holding on as tight as I could, as the man behind me pounded and pounded into me. I winced from the sudden pain and the force.
I tried to move my knees wider to ease up the pressure on my sore clit. It just helped his cock to sink deeper into my pussy if that was possible. It was. I could feel the hairs at his groin and his balls slapping my ass cheeks as he lunged inside me. He moved his hands to my lower back, sometimes rubbing, sometimes just lying there, and this caused my pussy to leak. Which the leaking helped my pussy to take his eight-inch cock smoothly.
The erotic circumstances were making my body find that bliss of climax again. As the first wave of clenching hit my pussy, the ecstasy was exhilarating and exhausting at the same time. As the muscles inside the walls of my vagina came around his cock, soon I could hear the loud groan coming from his mouth as he too found bliss in his release. The hard spurts of sperm that were hitting the back of my cervix made me cum again onto the hardness of his cock.
As the high of desire left us, he finally released the hold on my body with his hands and dick. He pulled out much softer and fell beside me on his bed. With a slight wince and groan my very sore body rolled over to my back. With my arms still tied with his black belt I couldn’t move my arms. They were numb. I guess he remembered as he rolled over and yanked the thing off. Slinging it somewhere into the darkness of his bedroom.
“You got fucked,” he stated softly into the darkness. “Are you fucked raw?”
I don’t know what came over me. Sadness suddenly gripped me hard. My heart seemed to break open at that moment. I don’t know why because really, we were still strangers. Strangers that just fucked. But people do it every day. Tears dripped down my eyes onto my cheeks. I laid there in the dark, alongside his warm body, naked and sore wishing he’d pull me onto his chest.
As I silently cried alongside Dyane he didn’t say or do anything. Before long I heard deep breathing coming from his chest, I rolled over to my right side, and looked at his sleeping face. The man was unbelievable. I turned back to my back and wondered what I was supposed to do. I decided to get up and find his bathroom.
I walked carefully in the dark, till I found an open door, it was the bathroom in his room. I closed the door, then flipped on the light. I looked at myself, naked, red marks here and there from his hands, mouth, and cried. I was awful looking! I used the bathroom and brushed my teeth with his toothbrush. Then I took a long, hot shower.
I dried off with a white towel I found lying on the shower rod, placed it back, and combed my long hair the best I could with a comb I found in a drawer. I looked better but didn’t feel better. I was sore. My whole body was sore. I didn’t know if I had made wake up or not. I turned off the light and opened the bathroom door.
I walked softly over to the bed, and turned down the comforter. I decided to get into bed. His sheets smelled like him and the heat from his body made the bed all warm. I snuggled up to the side of him, pulled my pillow under my arms, and closed my eyes. I could hear him snoring lightly. It had been so long since I heard a sleeping male just sleep. Especially with me in bed with him. I wasn’t sure I could sleep…but soon I did.
Slowly I opened my eyes to a harsh voice, cussing beside me. I squirmed trying to get more comfortable in the firm bed, and then I remembered I wasn’t in my own bed. I was asleep in a bed that was not my own for the first time in over two years. I groaned, and heard a dark voice in my ear. “Get the hell out of my bed!”
Snapping my sleepy eyes wide I looked at that mean and dark voice. It was Dyane and he was awake. He looked pissed. I didn’t understand why. Why? As my tired blue-eyes drifted down his muscled and firm chest to his naked waist I remembered how roughly he fucked me. My eyes moved to the nightstand behind him and saw the time. It was only 1:00 a.m. in the morning. Only. What was wrong with the man?
I laid there. I had never had anyone so rude and mean order me out of a bed. His eyes were not navy-blue they were black now. He was still in that emotional zone that had taken off him in the truck. This man was a mystery I didn’t know if I could hold out to solve. Just what was his damn problem? I held the sheets tighter to my breast like they were going to protect me from him.
They pebbled with the thoughts of him sucking them. My sore pussy trembled with the memories of his cock pounding the hell of the tender thing. My gaze looked him in the eye, he looked at me like I was stupid. The nerve I thought. I let the sheet fall to the tips of my breast. His eyes were drawn to the slip. His cheek twitched and he drew in his lips just a fraction.
“Did you hear me?” he demanded.
“Yes,” despondent I replied.
“Well – get the fuck out of my bed!” he yelled at me.
Shock had set in I have no other way to describe it. My body was numb. Just what did he mean? Was he serious? I’d let this man into my body hours ago, and now he’s treating me like a whore. Why? Tear-drops, one by one, slid down my face. I couldn’t stop them. The shock, the pain, everything hit me at once.
“That fucking trick isn’t going to work…” he taunted.
He took the sheets that were slightly held in my hands and yanked them down to my bare waist. My breast bare to his gaze. He looked. Nipples puckered up hard due to the chill in the room and he watched as they got harder. Of course, he showed no reaction to the bitemarks that sprinkled my soft flesh around my nipples. As his darkened eyes continued down to my bare pussy I became wet from the look. Just a look…and I was damp.
Reaching with my left hand, I wiped my eyes with the corner of a sheet. He looked like he didn’t care. I believed that look – finally. And my heart just tightened as his hairy, muscled leg kicked the sheets off my lower body to my ankles. I was now on
ce again completely naked to his hot gaze. His eyes traveled down and up, up and down looking for I don’t know.
Then he took his hand and reached between my legs, pushing them wider, until his large hand had open access to my pussy. Once he was satisfied with the space he needed, the tip of his finger slipped inside the small opening of my slit and inched down to my sore opening of my pussy. There he swirled around that single finger, finding some cum leaking out even after my shower. Still wet from him fucking me not once but twice.
I winched as his finger pushed inside my well-used pussy. He finger-fucked me for a few minutes, till I coated his finger in a well lubricated fashion. Moving my legs wider, I gave him the space the needed to move quicker. My pussy was just coming back alive. It was sore but it wanted his cock again. As if he wanted the same thing, he took his finger out and moved between my legs.
I opened my thighs as wide as I could to let his large body settle into the vee of my legs. His cock was rock-hard and he wasted no time in sinking it inside. With my hands, this time I could touch him. My heart beat faster as his cock thrust in and out. My hands went to his hair, then his shoulders, then downward to his nipples. There I circled and pulled till they become hard little points. He didn’t stop me. But his eyes were darker than I’d seen before.
The smell of sex hit my noise, sweat mixed with lust. He grunted, pushing and pulling out of my pussy. I was just becoming wet enough to fully soaked his cock with my desire. It now slid easier into my small pussy. Gasping, my fingers wandered downwards towards his bellybutton. His chest was so warm, so smooth. I looked at us, joined, his cock pushing into my body. His eyes travelled the same route.
My pussy chose that second to squeeze him hard and gush all over his cock as I came with a frightening wave. He took both my legs in his arms and pushed them up to his shoulders. His chest came even with my mouth, causing me to suck and nip at his nipples. He moaned. Moaning from a man is just the most exciting thing for me. I moaned in return from the taste of him, sweaty and male inside my mouth.