Page 94 of The Fed Sex Man

She stopped moving her hips.

Her eyes grew angrily narrow. “Whatinthefuckiswrongwithyou?”

“I’m trying to bond with you,” I explained. “On an intellectual level.”

She removed her glasses and tossed them at her side. “You’re going to come, aren’t you?”

“Not if you slow down a little bit and talk to me.”

She glared for an instant and then turned around. The charade was over. My weakness had been exposed.

Her hands slid to just below my knees and gripped the flesh firmly. Her hips began the same predictable rhythm of gyrating fore and aft, milking my swollen length of its ability to resist her.

She arched her back as her sexual tirade gained momentum.

I gazed blankly at the outline of her body against the sun-lit drapery in the distance. A tingling sense of satisfaction ran along my spine. She’d made me weak for her, and I was enjoying every minute of it.

Absorbing her beauty was easy. Like a rose transforming from a bud to a fully blossomed flower, she opened a little more each day. I eagerly took in all she offered, yearning for any glimpse into what made her so uniquely attractive to me.

My scrotum tightened. My cock swelled. My breathing became choppy and unpredictable. It was coming to an end.

Intellectual banter couldn’t save me. I was past the turning point. Resistance was impossible, so I embraced the inevitable.

The time had come to fuck.

My hand came down against the side of her cute little ass with a thwack!

“Fuck me, you sexy little bitch,” I said though my teeth. “Fuck me!”

I sat up and gripped her waist with both hands. Although she needed no assistance, I offered enough to remind her that sex was a two-way street.

“Fuck me!” I forced her downward and my hips skyward, taking the breath from her lungs with the force of my thrust. “Fuck me!”

“Holy crap,” she moaned.

I gripped her waist firmly. With my eyes fixed on her sweet little pussy, I fucked her feverishly. “Sexy. Little. Fucking. Bitch.”

She glanced over her shoulder. “Yes! Yes! Yes! Keep going!”

It was clear that I’d met my match.

I slid my hands to her boobs. While cupping them in my hands, I pinched her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers. It was a weakness of her, and I knew it.

With the same rhythmic passion that we’d shared in the past, we fucked one another fervently. Animalistic grunts and words of encouragement echoed throughout the bedroom as our lovemaking session reached its peak.

Pressure built within me until I could resist no longer.

Her body tensed.

Mine followed.

“Fuck yes,” I bellowed. “I’m going to come.”

“Do it,” she groaned.

I sank my teeth into her shoulder, pulling her against me in the process. Together, as a sexual unit, we reached climax.

Sparks flew.