Third

July 7th, 2008

I handed him the lube so he could better rub my clit. He lubed me up but pushed into me instead.

Constant sound poured from my mouth, I moaned loud spliced in with incessant dirty talk.

"I love you inside me," I said. "You feel so good. Mmmm, yes baby. Please, baby. Fuck me. Fuck me harder, please. Oh, baby, please!"

I let it flow off my tongue. I didn't consider a word that danced from my lips into his ears. I just let it go and concentrated on the reaction I could feel in his body at each one.

"You're going to make me cum again already," he said.

He fucked me hard. I tried to reach between our writhing bodies to rub my clit, yet as he thrust, his belly kept pushing my hand away.

"Let me on top," I said.

He smiled and kept fucking me. He laughed as he continued to pound me into screams. Then he let me up.

As I pushed him inside me, I felt my pussy bladder cry out. The vivid ache spread through my belly from where his penis pressed into the front wall of my vagina. A crampish pain clutched me with each flick of my hips, each shift of my pelvis. The rage and frustration flooded over me with each wince. I just wanted to ride him.

I extended one leg up beside his head, and the pain became bearable. The pleasure could finally compete, and I could focus on it. I licked my fingers and put them to my clit.

"Cum for me," he said, looking up at me.

I rubbed furiously, moaning and throwing my head back. I came hard, as he commanded.