Page 86 of Rigid

Hearing him claim me as his caused me to melt. In response, my clit tingled.

Then, my pussy contracted.

His fingers continued their magic. “Mine,” he said. “My fucking pussy.”

I bit into my lips and snuck in an orgasm. And then, another.

He leaned over me. With his muscular chest against my back, he pressed his mouth to my ear. “Did you come?”

“I…uhhm…uh huh.”

“Don’t do it again without permission,” he commanded.

His warm breath caused goosebumps to rise along my arms. Then, my legs buckled. I inhaled a choppy breath and offered my apology. “I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”

His fingers slipped from inside of me, and although I still felt the tingle from his touch, I yearned for more.

I lifted my head, and glanced over my shoulder.

His fingers twisted into my curly locks, and with my hair gripped tight in his hand, he forced my face against the couch cushion.

I gasped as I felt the pressure of him penetrating me.

My head was spinning. His thick cock seemed to take me places I had never been to, and being there confused me greatly. I focused on the feeling of having him inside of me and tried to escape to a place that allowed me to relish in it.

“Do you like that thick cock?”

The sound of his voice was distant and dull.

I blinked, and prepared to respond.

Whack!

A sharp sting on my right ass cheek caused me to suck in an unexpected breath.

“I asked you a question.”

“I love…” I drew another breath. “I love it.”

He pushed himself in so deep he bottomed out. “Your tight little pussy feels good.”

I clenched my eyes closed. “I love your cock.”

“Louder,” he said. “Scream it.”

“I love your cock!”

It felt good to say it. It felt better to scream it.

His intensity increased. The sound of skin-on-skin drowned out the sound of the music.

“Again,” he shouted. “Say it over and over. Who’s cock do you love?”

With each stroke, I shouted.

“I love your cock!”

“I love your cock!”