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He grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head and looked me dead in the eye, "That's my pussy right? So that means I can fuck it any way I see fit. And right now, I see fit to make you beg me to let you cum." Having said that he picked up his ever so slow thrusts where he had stopped while he started to suckle my breasts. His eyes never left mine as I kept begging him to bury his cock inside of me.
He wanted to play dirty? Two could play at that game. Kegels are a girl's best friend and had done wonders to give me expert control of just how tight I could make my pussy quiver around his cock. Every backstroke I focused all my energy on making my pussy muscles lock around his cock trying to milk him dry. Within a few strokes I could tell he wasn't going to be able to keep his teasing up too much longer. His pace was picking up without him even realizing it and while he kept his eyes locked with mine, they were only half open and glazed over; in that happy place you only go to when you're well on your way to an orgasm.
"Cum for me, Greg. I want to feel your hot cum deep inside me." I figured if pleading to make me cum wasn't going to work, maybe asking him to cum would. There was no way I was going to wiggle out of the hold he had me in unless he wanted me to so I was willing to try anything to get him to finally fuck me properly. Hard, fast, and now!
He snarled at me and suddenly the raging Greg was back fucking me with pure abandon. One hand went to my neck cutting off some of my oxygen while the other made its way down to my clit. It was too much for me to process and I was overwhelmed within moments; riding out yet another all encompassing orgasm. Stars, rainbows, clouds; they were all there and for a moment I'm pretty sure I literally passed out. It was like getting thrown in a pool of pure ecstasy and the entire world fell away. I could hear both of us screaming each other's names, but it was faint and in the background like it was happening in another room. We both lay there, our bodies just puddles of exhaustion. I didn't know how long my body could keep this kind of thing up, but at that moment I was happy to lay there in his arms and recover.
"I can't believe how hot that was. I would have never guessed you were so wild in bed. I'm going to have to keep you locked up now that I know exactly what you're made of." Greg chuckled as he pulled me into his arms and positioned me so my head was on his chest. I could hear his pulse still pumping pretty fast, but calming quickly.
"Anyone who knew me would have never believed what I had just done tonight. Within less than 24 hours you've taken me from a moderately prim and proper woman to a cock hungry whore. I guess it's true that men really do want a lady in the streets and a freak in the sheets."
"All I know is that I want you. I want you in my life, my home, and most definitely in my bed. Say you'll stay forever." Greg said as he was searching my eyes for any clue as to what I was going to say.
"You had me at, 'cum for me'", I giggled and planted a very hot and wet goodnight kiss on his lips.
- COMMENTS
trigudisover 7 years agoAnother story that belongs in erotic couplings. You write a decent sex scene but it's devoid of the sort of emotion found in romance.
Anonymousover 7 years agoI agree with GrandpaM. But still a Very Hot Story. Just could not wrap my head around the (wording/slang) whole language situation. Again the romance/sexual plot was very good!
GrandPaMover 7 years agoOn one hand, the story was more than just a little hot - well done on that score.
On the other hand, I could not tell by the style of the dialogue you were employing whether you were actually writing from a minority-cultural POV, or whether you were trying to fake some inner-city ethnic vibe. Either way it was not working for me. So, on the Literature side of this I could not score it very well because I found the dialogue inauthentic. Perhaps that's just me and a reflection of my lack of "culture", but it is what it is.
So, on purely hotness, I'd have scored this a 4-4.5. However, because I felt that I had to slog through the initial half of the story, I felt that half was nearly a wasted effort for both reader and author. (Really, the setup for the speed-dating scene could have been largely omitted, leaving this as a shorter flash-like story with nearly all the hot-ness intact - especially since there were no resolutions or answers in the end of the story for the typical background-type questions raised by the banter in the first half of the story.)
Since I found this structural dichotomy in the story, I had to drop the end grade to the 2-2.5 * range, rounding down to 2* because I felt the dialogue was culturally inauthentic (whether I have judged that rightly or wrongly so, I leave to others to decide).
