Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Her Most Naughty Date Ever 2

"What's that Sweet Jenna?"

"I need you to make me cum, right away." "What happened to all your resistance?"

"It is gone... all gone..." Then he lowered his mouth to my breast, kissing and swirling on my nipples; his fingers teased my clit, then buried deep inside me then began rhythmically stroking me. "Yes. Yes. Like that..." And my back arched, hips flailing, meeting his invading fingers, "AAAAAHH, cumming." And I slowly settled backward, his fingers still in me, waiting for my thighs and hips to stop quivering.

He untied me, even helped my pull down my jersey. We spent a few minutes drinking directly from water bottles. He said, "It's time for your workout. Ready?"

I reached toward him to stroke his hand, "Ready."

He guided me to the edge of the bed, lifted my #96 up and over my head, sat me down, pushed me backward, and lifted my ankles to his shoulders. I felt his cock slap my pussy twice and I realized again that this was not an average cock. Then it was at the edge of my slit then slowly pushing into me, almost gently as if helping me adjust, but it was big and I had to spread wider and open myself more, and I looked up into his eyes, and moaned, "Oh God, you feel so good," and I felt my hips liffting toward him and my pussy spasmng, and I whispered, "Oh fuck, Quent, I'm cumming already," and he pushed deeper and held his cock still while I sqeezed and squirmed then moaned and gasped and my juices flowed all over him.

He let me rest for a moment and I know my eyes were telling him I was his, but his expression was more like an athlete's game face. He pulled out of me turned me over, smacked me twice on the ass, hard, and said, "To the middle of the bed." I obeyed, crawling on hands and knees to the middle of the bed. "Give me one of those pillows." I reached to the head of the bed, grabbed one of the oversized pillows and reached back to hand it to him. "Lay down flat." I obeyed. "Lift your hips." I obeyed, and felt him stuff the pillow under me.. "Now ask me to fuck you."

"No," I hissed with all the credibility I could find,, "I'll never beg you, ever."

only a little. My legs spread more for him, but on their

was afraid I might come at any moment, but I twisted my shoulders and head, to look

while I tried to visualize somehow resisting him, but it was hopeless. I was

please fuck me. Please please please..." and a big hand slapped me on the ass twice, then the other hand, SMACK, SMACK, stinging deliciously, and the big cock thrust into me, and opened me and began pistoning me, harder than anything I've ever felt, and I was crying and moaning and screaming, and cumming but it didn't stop and I couldn't do anything but hold my hips up for him and take it and love it and cum again... and

he was on his back beside me and he said, "Ride me." So I stood and straddled him, loving the sight of his

dug my fingernails into his chest and began fucking him as hard as I could, but he just smiled at me, and met every thrust and teased my breasts, and I said, "You son of a bitch, you're making me..." "Oh, fuck, I'm cumming again. Oh fuck oh fuck

ridinig him, something I hadn't done before, and he easily stayed deep in me. And finally he put me on my back and opened me and fucked me gently again, and he

and his teeth clenched, and I felt his hot cum surge into me, filling me, and I moaned and gasped and held onto him fiercely. And I

up in, and he told me I could keep the #86 jersey, so I carried it with me to the couch. He poured two more beers and

his eyes. "This

"How so?"

so, you know, 'close,' but now

a flicker of concern, on his face,, "No one said

interrupted him. "I know... it's all clear on the site...