Page 88 of Bronx

“I want you inside of me. I bet it will be just as amazing.”

She spreads her legs in the oversized chair and her slides her hands into hair.

“You going to ride me?” I ask in a husky voice, now wondering which one of us is really in charge.

“Would you like that?”

“Fuck, yes.”

“Then I’m going to try.”

“Have you ever done this before?” I ask?

“Not with a dick as big as yours.”

This woman.

“Take it slow,” I grunt as she begins to lower her hot ass pussy down my length. I grip her hips and help guide her up and down my cock, helping her find a rhythm that’s comfortable.

Once she’s found her pace, I hold on to her tits like they’re reins on a horse. “That’s it, baby. You’re fucking me so good.”

I can feel her pussy growing slicker, so I talk some more.

“You like fucking me, don’t you? You probably wanted this fat dick the minute we met.”

“Oohh, Bronx.”

“Whose pussy is this?”

I rub my thumbs across her nipples as she continues to ride the shit out of me.

“It’s yours.”

“Whose?”

“Yours!”

“That’s fucking right and I’m going to fuck you all day today. You’ll be walking sideways to that next job of yours.”

“Bronx!” She moans my name in ecstasy and something clicks inside of me. I don’t want this to ever end.

If I could choose a way to die, it would be just like this, with Karma riding me into a sweet death. It would be a very poetic way to die.

I’m in deep shit.

“Please,” she begs, tears welling in her eyes.

“Tell me.”

“I want to come.”

“Then I’ll give you what you want. Lean back on your hands.”

She leans back, leaning her palms on the ottoman behind her.

“Keep moving your hips. Circles this time.”

She bites down on her lip as she tries catching a rhythm.