“Legs open,” he tells me. Following his command, I lie in the middle of the bed and open my legs. He rips open a condom and slowly covers himself. My heart starts to speed up, knowing at any second he is going to be in me. He climbs on the bed on his knees, moving himself between my legs. Taking his cock in his hand, he runs it down my slit one time, then moves it up. He puts the tip right there and pushes in just a bit. My eyes close, and he stops.

“Watch,” he says, and my eyes slip open. “Watch my cock,” he says, his words making my pussy get tighter. “See your pussy stretch to take me,” he says as he stretches me to get his cock head in, and then he enters me like a fucking snail. I don’t breathe until he is balls deep in me. He pulls out just a touch and then moves in me again. “You ready?” he asks me, and I nod my head, biting my lower lip. His hands grab mine and put them on either side of my head. He pulls all the way out and then thrusts back into me. If he wasn’t holding my hands, I would have smashed into the headboard. He does it again and again, driving me crazy with his pounding. My legs open wider and wider. My hips tilt up to take him deeper, deeper than I’ve ever had before. I can’t help the cry that comes out, and he stops. “Did I hurt you?”

“No,” I say. “More.” My mouth is dry, but my pussy pulses around him. He watches me as he pounds into me over and over again, and I move my hips with him. “Yes,” I say over and over again. “I’m going to come,” I tell him, and I move my legs higher and higher. His cock rubs my G-spot over and over again. I’m going to come, and it’s going to be like never before. I don’t know why, I just do.

“Mark,” I say his name, tasting it. “Mark,” I say. Just one more pump and I’ll be there. And just like that, he pulls out of me, and I groan as his face sucks my pussy into his mouth.

“What is …?” I ask him, and he flips me over.

“Ass up, face down,” he orders, and I’m going to do it. His hands grasp my hips as his cock slips into me slowly until he is finally in all the way. He fucks me over and over again, his speed going from slow to fast, and I grip the sheets to not fly.

“How much do you want to come?” he asks, and I’m literally a rag doll at this point. I’ve never been one to beg, and I’ve never been one to almost cry from an orgasm.