Page 85 of Nuts

Somehow, I must have relaxed. Either that, or something changed drastically.

During the mind-blowing nipple torture exercise, he withdrew once more, and then pushed himself right back in.

It felt heavenly.

Then, he did it again.

Oh. My. God.

I lifted my shoulders from the bed. I needed to see it.

I craned my neck and gazed between my legs. His entire length slid from within me, paused, and then disappeared deep inside.

I watched it twice, and then I couldn’t watch any more.

He pulled back his hips, and reached for his glistening dick. He rubbed the head of it against my clit feverishly. “You like watching me fuck you?”

My body trembled. I responded the best I was able. “Uh huh.”

He glanced between my legs. “Me too.”

“This feels…”

He pushed himself into me, taking my breath and my ability to speak at the same time.

“Your tight little pussy is going to be the death of me.”

His pace increased slightly, taking me to a place where words were no longer able to be used. My mind was a jumbled mess of sexual acts and sensual thoughts. He was fucking his way into my heart, I was sure of it. I could feel it.

With his fingers still on my nipples, my boobs clenched in his palms, and his dick deep inside of me, he leaned forward and lowered his face to mine.

The small change in dynamics caused the base of his dick to rub against my clit with each in stroke.

He pressed his lips to mine and kissed me deeply. It was the last straw. The tension that had been building inside of me quickly came to a head.

I felt myself clench his shaft from deep within. Then, I began to tingle from head to toe. I closed my eyes and then opened them.

I pulled my lips from his. “Am I supposed to…scream?”

He arched his back and nodded his head. His breathing became labored. He continued his pace. With each stroke, I felt like I was going to explode. Or implode. I had no idea, but I liked it.

Loved it.

And then.

My pussy got smaller. Or, he grew.

Or both.

“Oh. My. God!” I bellowed. “It’s…”

He let out a howl and squeezed my boobs firm in his hands.

“Fuck Yes!” he wailed.

I wasn’t one to cuss, but then again, what I was feeling was beyond incredible, and a common word wouldn’t do it justice.

“Fuck yes!” I shouted. “Fuck yes. Fuck yes. Fuck yes. Fuck yes!”