A new pulse of pleasure washed over her at his words. Her body stiffened then arched against him. She forced herself to be silent, to try and hide her second orgasm from him so he would give her his own brutal release. But he knew. Her body turned hot as fire against him.
“Again, Sharon?” Arcutus said with a slight chuckle, his face pressed into her throat. He hadn’t kissed, caressed or tasted her yet. He liked the fact that he didn’t have to. That she would just let him fuck her from a cold start if he wanted…though this could hardly be considered cold. “You are so susceptible to being mind-fucked. To getting off on my words. At this rate, woman, I won’t be physically fucking you for hours.”
Sharon groaned. He would be just cruel enough to make good on his threat. Then, an idea hit her. She began to roll her belly against his cock in the way he liked. Now, Arcutus groaned.
“Stop it!” he hissed.
“Fuck me, “ she responded, deepening the action. He had her pinned immobile against the wall, but he couldn’t stop her from flexing her abdominal muscles. “Fuck me, Arcutus,’ she whispered again, low and seductive, working herself against his cock tantalizingly.
“When I’m ready,” he snarled, rubbing his cock against her roiling belly helplessly. Damn her for being such a quick study.
“You are ready,” Sharon whispered, her desire dripping like honey from her lips as she moved against him. He was like a bee.
“Guide me in,” he growled, his arms still locked under her knees. She had bested him.
“This is what comes from fucking a woman with brains,” he thought as her hot little hand encircled his shaft and rubbed the head of his cock frantically against her clit, her body shuddering in pleasure and anticipation.
“Guide me, Sharon,” he said darkly. She placed him against her opening with an anxious buck of her hips. Arcutus closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Then thrust into her deeply. Oh gods…it felt like coming home. Her hot channel slid over his shaft like a blessing, like absolution He buried himself deep inside her, feeling the resistance of her womb at the tip of his head. Well, he’d just have to move that, wouldn’t he?
Arcutus pulled back and slammed into her with all his strength. Sharon screamed. She had no place to go, nothing to help absorb the shock as he started pistoning into her, his cock bouncing her body off the hard wall without reserve, him grunting with effort and pleasure. He tore into her sweet body, his lust and longing and anger forcing him deeper inside her. He could feel her insides actually shifting, and she was crying something, but he couldn’t hear her…only feel her, finally, pulsing around him, giving him that delicious, wet pussy again, swallowing his cock in between her soft, supple thighs, her breasts mashed against him, her nails starting to dig into his back in abandon. Gods…he had missed this…whores couldn’t do this for him. She was still pure, still ‘good’, still willing, and still (with the exception of her one failed attempt at replacing him) exclusively for his pleasure. He fucked her hard, his mind fogged with lust, a roaring in his brain as he reveled in her weakness, in her screaming, in her pleading, and felt driven to keep driving, to break her up against that wall, to leave her a shuddering mass of flesh, crying out her need even as she sobbed for release.
Tears streamed from Sharon’s eyes as he pounded into her viciously, pulling her into him, rolling his shaft in her wetness, and hitting bottom over and over. He was hurting her, but as far as he was concerned it was a hurt she deserved, a hurt she been longing for all these long months of denial. His cock was like iron, hard, demanding, its length and breadth filling every inch of her, making him part of her, a moving, groaning, extension of her own desire, giving her his strength in brutal answer to her weakness. She felt herself beginning to burn, his plunging cock striking her walls like flint, and the heat was rising, rising, and she pumped her hips forward as best she could, offering more and more of herself, of her essence, straining to receive him, straining to envelope him in her wet, pulsing universe of need.
Arcutus was sweating profusely now, his perspiration coating her body as he railed against her, banging and plunging. He could never get enough of this, this beautiful, challenging, maddening young woman who gave him the first taste, the first experience of her delicious body, never get enough of the sweetness between her legs, the heady scent of her arousal, the passion in her eyes and voice as she cursed him, and praised him, and wrapped herself like another layer of skin around him.
He fucked her until his chest burned, and his knees threatened to buckle, and she came, and she came and she screamed and she came again, his cock and balls and pelvis coated in her thick, creamy come. And still he bucked into her, his muscles screaming, the tension in his balls growing, but he was fighting it, he was fighting ending this possession, this wonderful, luscious wild ride he plummeted through, hanging on to her body like it was the last bastion of hope in the world as she bucked and spasmed against him.
Sharon was going hoarse now, she couldn’t keep screaming, so she whimpered and whispered, pleading with him to let her go, to fill her, to finish her. But his body was on automatic, his cock had a mind of its own, and stormed in and out of her creamy tightness like a force of nature, and she was burning now, he had never fucked her like this the first time, never so long, or so hard, he didn’t, couldn’t let up as he invaded her tight, wet depths with abandon. It was like this was the last time, and he wanted all of her to carry with him on his journey, and she wanted to please him, to satisfy him, to ride out his passion and his hunger to the very end.
So she held on, strengthened by the aphrodisiac of his nobility, remembering the dangers he faced daily, his sacrifices, the pain suffered, the pound of flesh given every day, told herself, though he was fucking her unmercifully, possessing her with all the pent-up rage and frustration that ruled the nightmare of his life, he was a good man, a worthy man…and then the sweet blossom inside her opened again, her body clutching in upon itself as his insatiable cock thrummed through her. She exploded violently, her body quaking, her insides melting into a puddle of throbbing bliss, the world graying, nothing but the pounding of his body inside her seeming to matter. She was fading, but would not cry for release, until he was sated. She would not let him go, she would not disappoint him even as she felt consciousness slipping away.
Arcutus was in the last throes, his body protesting even as he stroked deeper and deeper and deeper yet into the delicious woman pinned to the wall before him. He wanted to fuck her forever, but his release was undeniable, the pinnacle rising, catching his balls in a vise of pressure so tight he shook as it swelled inside him…then it burst through, roaring down his spine and rocketing through his balls and cock, gushing into her tight, pulsing orfice, a fountain of come filling her as he held himself tight inside her, crushing her against the wall, his cock flooding her with its richness. He released one of her legs and dipping, pressed up at a deeper angle to ensure every hot, glistening drop of come was received fully into the temple that was Sharon McLuster.