ten inches long and as hard as steel. I felt the bulging head of it rippling through my walls with each stroke and wondered if I would even survive the resulting orgasm. At least I would die smiling.
"Ethan..." I moaned. "God, you're so big..." As thrust after thrust of relentless hardness penetrated me, I felt an orgasm build. “Oh, fuck..."
Juices drowned his cock as I came. I shuddered against him, my body exploding like a delicate piece of glass. A thousand shards of my body shattered at once as his deep, hard cock kept up its relentless rhythm. He slowed his pace, giving me chance to recover, and loosened his grip on my forearms. I pulled him to me and kissed his lips. "Please," I gasped. "I want to taste myself on you."
He pulled out and I felt my juices trickle out of my drenched pussy. I was almost in a daze as I kneeled on the bed and bent down to take his cock in my mouth, the sweet nectar almost too delicious, too boozy, too addictive. His length was too much for me to fully take, barely half of him fitting in me before hitting the back of my throat, but I knew the roll of my tongue and sucking action of my lips was enough to satisfy him. His moans told me all I needed to know. The taste of his salty pre-come mixed with my juices filled my mouth and formed a cocktail that caused me to become soaking wet again, ready once more for his beautiful violation.
I released him and drank down the gorgeous liquid before kissing him once more. "Ethan," I moaned. "I know you have sex with women all the time. But when was the last time you made love to someone?"
"It’s been a while," he replied. "Let’s not think about them. Right now I only want you, Kara."
I bit my lip. "Show me how much you want me." I turned around, sliding my tight ass up and down the length of his erection. My pussy lips were fully parted, the cool air conditioning gently blowing at them, and he penetrated me again, that incredible hardness causing me to gasp. I reached back and placed my hands on his firm, muscular buttocks, pushing him into me as if he needed any further assistance. His palms and fingers stroked at my breasts and flicked at my nipples, their hard tips cutting through air, and his arms wrapped around the front of my body pulling my bare back tightly onto his chest and washboard abs.
I moaned out again and again as his lips landed kisses on the side of my neck. Suddenly, Ethan lifted me and spun me around, throwing me onto the bed and driving deep inside me from above with expert precision.
"My God!" I said, startled at his prowess. "Now I understand why you’re so expensive. Take me completely." He slammed into me with jackhammer-like thrusts, the feeling of fullness inside me almost too much to bear. "Oh shit!" I screamed. "Fucking hell!"
I felt almost ashamed at my language, yet I had no other reaction. This wasn't the time for niceties. I was being penetrated so mercilessly, my breasts crushed against the hard muscles of his chest, and I had lost all control. "I'm sorry, Ethan...you feel so good..."
"Don't worry," he whispered in my ear. "Lose control. Do it now!"
"Fuck me!" I begged. "Fuck my pussy...make love to me..."
Make love to me . We had gone beyond mere sex. This was like nothing I had ever experienced, dream or no dream. I was completely letting go. I had given up my body, my emotions, everything. He slid his rock-hard, enormous cock deep within me, his body working like a piston to deliver thrust after thrust of utter satisfaction, his back muscles rippling beneath my fingers as sheer ecstasy exploded throughout my body.
My orgasm gave no warning this time; I simply collapsed into the moment, my body tightening inside like a fist then unfurling again like an origami swan. Everything seemed to slow down; the speed of his movements, the sound of my moans, the flow of my juices. Life, suddenly, was in slow motion. I felt myself scream out silently then smile uncontrollably as he began to pulsate below.
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