clawed the back of his neck, fighting his grip on her hips, which were holding her back from his steely thick cock arched up towards her with the head kissing her slick entrance.
“Beck,” she careened passionately, demanding him, demanding his thrust.
“You fucking want my cock, boo. You look at me and you take it. You don’t stop looking,” he said harshly, with his lust barely under control.
“Yes!” she cried, locking her gaze on his as he thrust upward.
Her black eyes spun hotter, then they blazed with the connection, while he groaned harshly and barely kept his gaze locked on hers. Her moan was needy and loud as he started fucking her up against the wall with their naked bodies gathering perspiration and sliding against each other.
Then her hand shot between them and she started frantically rubbing her clit.
“That’s it, baby, make yourself come on my cock,” he uttered roughly.
She moaned high sounds with her tightness rippling over him and their gazes showing every filling and hard thrust. Suddenly, she screamed and her inner walls clenched his thrusting cock as he rocked harder and faster up into her, while she climaxed against him.
He lived for the sound of her climaxes harsh against his ear.
***
I was still climaxing on the heavy, hard width of Beck’s cock when he took me to the bed for a new position. The one time we’d made love had not been nearly as crazy, wild, and intense, but I did remember Beck and his positions.
What woman wouldn’t, when a man did her three or four different ways before he allowed himself release. I loved him, I always had and I didn’t want to think about him only for his incredible sexual prowess, but I had to admit it made me desire the hell out of him even more.
He was so strong and powerful when he was aroused, he was like a force of nature all over me, and he seemed to think women should have multiple, multiple orgasms.
It wasn’t like I had a choice, because there was never a break in the intensity where I could try to slow things down, even if I wanted to. And this time we were like two forces of nature exploding against each other—there was no stopping us.
Beck dropped me off his cock and onto the bed, still climaxing, and then he climbed over me as I lay on my side. He reinserted himself slow, hard, and very deep. My harsh moan proved how full and deep he was.
“Curl your legs up,” he ordered, as I grabbed the rock-hard mound of his upper arm, which was locked, and then he started slowly fucking me as I lay sideways on the bed.
My pussy was so sensitive with the climax barely gone and Beck’s thickness filled me so completely, it started igniting it again. He leaned on one arm to grasp my breast and tweaked the nipple, which seem to connect directly to my pussy, and made me greedily humped back on him.
“Beck, Beck,” I gasped.
“Fuck,” he growled, and he started thrusting faster, until his abdomen and my behind were slapping together.
I climaxed in that position less than five minutes later, with my cries unraveling. Still shuddering and gasping, Beck turned me onto my belly and he pulled me to the end of the bed. He stood over me to fuck me through to another climax moments later. That’s when he finally let loose and he groaned, until I felt his hot seed start to fill me.
I’d been so crazy with passion, it hadn’t occurred to me— “Pull out,” I cried, reaching back to slap his hip.
“No,” he snarled, and he slammed into me again, and I felt more of his hot come burst inside me. So much of it, it began slicking down my inner thighs.
“Why,” I cried, as he stayed buried as deep inside me as he could go, and then he dropped his upper body over mine, until his hot breath was near my ear. “I’m not on the pill!” I hissed.
“Maybe there will be two babies, I’ll take from you in court,” he growled.
Beck pulled out of me after those cruel words, and he left me laying over the end of the bed
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