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I wet my lips and whispered, “In my pussy.”
He licked his own lips like a hungry, handsome animal. “Are you going to let me stick this cock in your pussy and fuck you all the time? Every night? Do you want to own this cock and let me own your pussy?”
Quivering as if I’d explode, I whimpered, “Yes…please!”
The teasing ended. One last swipe of his dick head along my labia, and with a smooth stroke, he eased his boner into the pussy whose virginity he’d taken, and gave me a thousand times more than he took. I gasped and cried out for joy as he began to fuck me, long and slowly and deeply.
In the midst of my cry of ecstasy, Elijah bore down on top of me, pressing his massive pecs against my yielding breasts and muffling my sounds with his mouth against mine. He drilled my cooch and pressed the sac of his balls against my mound, and fused our bodies together.
His humping carried me along on a journey into bliss. His body was the only man’s body I’d ever known. His perfect, thrusting cock was the only one I’d ever experienced. The steady, lusting rhythm of his urgent, impassioned fucking was the only such rhythm that had ever played in my life. And, I knew it was right because I had held out for the very best and had gotten it.
What was on top of me now, humping away, pumping his prick inside me with a need to match my own, was the best of all possible lovers, the best I could ever hope for, more lusty and wonderful than my once-virginal self could ever have imagined. On top of me now was all the totally carnal sexual joy that I could ever want or have. I showed him my absolute desire for him by pushing myself up against his thrust and reveling in every inch and throb of his dick.
Hovering over my face, Elijah let out low, intoxicated moans of lusty abandon. “God damn, you’re tight.Uuuhhh,your pussy’s so fuckingtight.Ilovesticking my dick in you so fuckingmuch…”
It wasn’t only my voice that moaned back at him, relishing the press of his body and the thrust of his relentless dick inside the wetness of my pussy that he found so tight and clutching. It was my mind and my spirit wanting him. It was my entire being loving him, and every cell of my body desiring every bit of him.
My Elijah. All mine. My Elijah’s body topping me. My Elijah’s lips on mine. cock and balls. My Elijah, loving me with every exuberant stroke of his fucking.
He had started slowly, but was building in speed and power, beginning to pound me harder, to ram his crotch against mine as he plunged deep into me. I was starting to thrill to the full force of his desire, with his gym-hardened body and his lust-hardened dick.
All the years that I had waited for sex, resisted being fucked, were paying off now, in the perfection that now humped and bucked on top of me and rammed that long male hardness deep into the tightness of my passage. My fingernails raked up and down his back, spurring him into fucking my pussy as hard as he could. And Elijah, like the stallion that he was, sped up from a trot to a gallop. The beats of his banging went faster and faster like the hoof beats of a thoroughbred, and that dick inside me felt every bit as big as if it were the boner of that beast.
He grunted ferociously, “This pussy ismine!This cunt ismine!Mine, mine, MINE!Fuck, fuck, FUCK!”
I believed him. He was possessing me totally, binding us together with the unceasing strokes inside my pussy, turning his need and my need into a single unified need for endless fucking. He demanded my pussy as much as I worshiped his body and cock.
“Mmm, yeah,” he groaned, hammering his dong inside me with all of his gym-trained stamina and endurance. He slurped at my lips. “My dick and your pussy, me fucking you. Oh, yeah…Oh, yeah…”
His moans were like a hymn of sex. The bed was like the altar of a church of passion. That was truly what it was when Elijah fucked me. I may have been raised in one faith, but my true faith now was in the Church of Elijah Bennett’s Body. And with every impassioned stroke and plunge of his cock, I was growing more and more devout. We were a church of two, one body lying and humping atop another. Our cries of joy were our sexual hymn, our song of devotion to his dick penetrating my pussy. And, Elijah would reign over my body and my sex forever and ever.
Moaning under him, ecstatically receiving the thrusts of his cock, I might as well have been shouting,Hallelujah!It was a pure spiritual rapture, my own expression of physical, sexual glory.
I could feel us being totally in sync in every way — in mind, in body, in spirit. Though I had joined the “game” of sex later than most people do, I was quickly learning how it felt to be completely at one with a man. In the increasingly desperate, frenzied sound of Elijah’s voice, in the quickening of his beats against my body and the maddened plunging of his cock inside me; in the growing throb and heat of his dick as it hurriedly penetrated my pussy, there were the telltale signs that he was getting near.
My own excitement rose to match his, so fast, so ecstatically, that I couldn’t contain it. The urgent and feverish rustle of his bush against my clit drove me to where Elijah was so quickly headed. I turned into a body of searing bright, red-hot, overflowing pleasure, and I shouted out, “OH, ADAM! OH…OH…OH, ADAM!”
The orgasm that he gave me triggered his own. Ramming his dick hard into me, Elijah gasped insanely, “SAVANNAH! FUCK, SAVANNAH, FUCK! OH, FUCK, OH, FUCK, OH, FUCK!” Deep inside me, his own eruption was happening now. The hot white lava of his semen rushed out from his balls, through the shaft of his cock, out of his glans and into my womb.
I lowered my legs, grabbed his ass, and dug in my nails, sending a delicious pain into his body and mixing it with the mind-reeling pleasure of his coming. His dick throbbed wildly inside me, letting me know that he was releasing everything contained in those beautiful balls that pressed so hard against my mound. It was the finish of the most awesomely, lusciously passionate fuck.
We ended up with Elijah staying on top of me, his dick still hard and needy, his mouth seeking mine and our breaths turning into breathless laughter. Kissing me sweetly, keeping the length of his boner sheathed inside me, Elijah gasped and chuckled away, “Corinne… Oh, fuck… Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck,fuck…”
And, that was what Elijah had done to me, which no other man ever had. It was what I would want only from him, so many times more.
Everything became a blur of post-coital satisfaction. I felt the little sorrow of his softened dick slipping from my pussy, and I felt our bodies shifting and him moving off me and onto the bedspread beside me.
In this lovely sexual afterglow came the lingering tingle of his fingers between my legs, sliding on my semen-slick mound and caressing my slippery labia, a reminder that he was my “boss” in every way. He provided both my livelihood and my greatest feeling of being alive. I would not have had it any other way because that meant I would absolutely havehim.
Seeing more clearly now after being wrapped up in whirling clouds of sexual bliss, I looked at this piece of utter handsomeness now fingering my pussy and looking back at me as if I were the only thing in the world. My future stretched out in my mind, and it was made up of Elijah’s body and the softened but still large cock now resting against his thigh with a little stream of cum still leaking forth from it.
I reached over and wet my fingertip with the last of his cum and rubbed it over his cock head, making his dick leap a bit and making Elijah smile sexily. I saw and felt him enjoying how much I truly enjoyed him. But, there was only one lingering question, one last shadow of a doubt that needed to be chased away for this joy of Elijah fucking me to be truly complete.
“Elijah?” I whispered.
“Hmm?”
“Can I ask you something? Can you tell me something, honestly?”