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Story: Pucking His Enemy
“Fuck me. Hard.”
I grin like the devil.
That’s what I want.
I want her so full she can’t think, can’t move, can’t breathe without feeling me inside her.
I roll my hips, slow and deep, watching her face contort with every inch I drag out and slam back in.
“Is that all you got, pretty boy,”she huffs.
Her thighs wrap tighter around me, her heels digging into my ass like she’s trying to tether herself to earth.
“You’re gonna feel me for days, sweetheart,” I growl, thrusting harder, rougher.
The bed creaks in protest, her moans getting louder, sharper.
I reach down and press grabbing her swollen clit with three fingers, rubbing in tight circles, pounding into her, until she’s trembling again.
“Come on, give me another. I know you’ve got it in you.”
“I—I—fuck!”
Her back bows, tits pressed against my chest as her walls clamp down around me.
That’s it.
I bite down on her shoulder—just enough to mark her— and fuck her through it, not letting up even as she writhes under me, riding the edge of bliss and overstimulation.
She sobs, you feel so fucking good —or something close to it…I can’t tell— and I’m gone.
With a guttural groan, I let go, hips jerking as I empty into the condom, every muscle tight as a wire.
She’s trembling beneath me, whimpering through the aftershocks, but I’m nowhere near done.
Not when her pussy’s still fluttering from the last orgasm like that. Not when my cock’s still half-hard, sticky with release, aching to get back inside her.
It doesn’t take long.
Hell, it never does.
She pants a breathy release, and I’m already grabbing my cock, thickening in my fist, as I tease her entrance begging for more.
Her scent, her sounds, the wrecked way her hips twitch like she misses me— it’s all I need.
My recovery time—
Laughable…especially when it comes to this one.
And let’s be real—if I wasn’t packing nine solid inches, she wouldn’t be moaning like this before I’m fully hard again.
But she is.
Lips parted. Eyes glassy. Fingers clutching the sheets like she doesn’t know whether to beg for mercy or more.
I grab her hips, flip her fast.
Ass up, thighs spread, the prettiest little peach in the goddamn world.
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