Page 98 of Tangled Emotions
The more he worked my pussy, the more control I lost. Then he pulled away from me and I whined feeling empty.
“More.” I panted. “No time to stop.”
He flipped my dress up, covering my head and slammed his cock home, bottoming out.
I let out a squeak and melted into the table. “Oh, Frank!”
“Fuck, I couldn’t hold out.” He panted as his hands pinned me against the table. Each thrust came harder than the one before making the table rock.
One hand moved from my back and came down spanking my ass. The pop brought both pleasure and pain and I felt my pussy spasm.
His hand came down on my other cheek. “Is this what my girl needs?”
I panted and flipped my head the other way. “Less talky, more fucky.”
Both hands spanked my ass before grabbing my hips and pumping into me. His moans made me tremble.
“Frank!” I felt the muscles in my legs tightening and my feet lifted off the floor.
His thick cock stretched me, and he knew how to roll his hips to draw out the most pleasure from me.
No one will ever satisfy me again.And I don’t want anyone else.
Clinging to the table, I felt my orgasm building, and I stopped trying to figure out how this man could make me come so many times.
He gave my hips a squeeze and then ran a hand up to my head. I felt his finger run through my curls and then he tightened his grip, giving my hair a tug.
“FUCK!” My body tightened and trembled as though I was in the middle of a seizure, while I felt my pussy gush and squirt.
“Hell yeah!” He slammed his hips deep inside of me one last time, holding still and grunting as he filled me with his seed.
Frank braced himself over my back, panting, and I sighed in contentment. After a moment, I felt his lips kiss my shoulder.
“Stay here, baby. I’ll be right back.” When he pulled out, I whined.
“Come back.”
“Hang on, baby, I’m gonna get a washcloth to clean you up.”
“Maybe I don’t wanna get clean?” I flashed him a smile. “Maybe I want to keep getting dirty.”
Not sure how I’d accomplish that since my legs feel like jelly and I’m not sure I remember what walking is right now.
Laying there, the thought hits me a second time.
Is it possible to feel something more for him? Am I falling for him? Is that what I’m feeling? Or is it just lust?
I heard water running, and then after a couple of minutes, he came back. His hands were gentle as he cleaned me up. He cleaned my thighs and my pussy, then he flipped my dress back down over my ass.
“Can you stand, baby?” He rubs my back gently. “Or do you need help?”
“Slide a chair under me.” I laughed.
He pulled a chair over and sat down, pulling me into his lap. Frank tossed the washcloth towards the bathroom and held me close.
“I don’t know about you, but I’m starving.” He reached for the pizza box.
“I could eat.” I rolled off his lap and got two beers for us.