She straddled his hips without a word, reached down, and wrapped her fingers around his thick cock. It was already rock hard, the head slick with pre-cum. She rubbed it once against her slit, then sank down in one steady push until her ass hit his thighs and he was buried all the way inside her.
Fuck, he grunted.
She didnt answer. She just planted her palms on his chest, lifted up until only the head stayed inside, and dropped back down hard. The wet slap of her cunt taking him filled the room. She did it again, faster, finding her rhythm right away. Her tits swung with every bounce. She kept her eyes on his face, watching how his jaw tightened every time she bottomed out.
He grabbed her hips, trying to slow her. She slapped his hands away.
No. Im riding. You just lie there and take it.
She leaned forward, changing the angle so her clit dragged against him on every downstroke. Her pace stayed steady and brutal. Sweat started to sheen on her skin. Every time she dropped, she ground her pelvis in a small circle, working his cock against her front wall. She could feel herself getting wetter, the slick sound growing louder.
He reached up and pinched both her nipples, twisting just enough to make her hiss. She slammed down harder in answer, riding him like she was trying to break him. Her thighs burned, but she didnt slow. She wanted the burn. She wanted to feel it tomorrow.
Tell me how my pussy feels, she ordered, voice low and rough.
Tight. Hot. So fucking wet, he said through clenched teeth.
She smiled, mean and satisfied, and started rolling her hips in a figure-eight instead of straight up and down. The new motion dragged the head of his cock across every sensitive spot inside her. She could feel her orgasm building low in her belly, a tight coil ready to snap.
She sat upright again, hands behind her on his thighs for leverage, and really started pounding. Her ass slapped against him loud and fast. She could see his cock disappearing into her stretched cunt every time she dropped. The sight made her clench around him.
He groaned, hips jerking up to meet her. She reached down with one hand and rubbed her clit in quick circles while she kept riding. Her breathing turned ragged. She was close.
Dont you fucking come yet, she warned. Im not done with this dick.
She rode him through the first orgasm, cunt pulsing and squeezing, juices running down his shaft and over his balls. She didnt stop moving. She kept bouncing through the aftershocks, over-sensitive and greedy for more. When the second one hit, it was sharper. Her thighs shook. She had to brace both hands on his chest again to stay upright.
He was sweating hard now, muscles tight, trying to hold back. She could feel his cock throbbing inside her, right on the edge. She slowed just enough to lean down and bite his lower lip.
Come inside me, she said against his mouth. Fill me up while I keep riding.
That was all it took. His hands locked on her ass, pulling her down hard as he came with a rough shout. She felt every pulse, hot and thick, pumping deep. She didnt lift off. She kept grinding in slow, filthy circles, milking every drop while her own cunt fluttered around him.
When he finally went still, she stayed seated on him, breathing hard, sweat cooling on her skin. His cock was still half-hard inside her, twitching with aftershocks. She rolled her hips lazily, enjoying the mess theyd made.
Give me a minute, he muttered. Then I want you on top again.
She smiled, already lifting up just enough to feel his cum start to leak out around his shaft.
Good, she said. Because Im not finished riding yet.
