He didn’t waste any time. He thrust into me in one swift movement, his cock filling me, stretching me, taking my breath away. He began to piston his hips, his thrusts hard and fast, exactly as I had asked. I could feel every inch of him, the way he filled me, the way his body pressed against mine. The sensation was overwhelming, pleasure and pain mingling together, sending me spiraling higher and higher.

Tears streamed down my cheeks, my emotions raw and exposed. He leaned down, kissing them away, his lips soft against my skin. I could feel another orgasm building, my body tensing, my breath hitching. He leaned back, his hips never ceasing their relentless pace, his cock slamming into me over and over again. I came with a cry, my body convulsing, my pussy clenching around his cock.

He groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic. He pulled out, his hand gripping his cock tightly. He stroked himself once, twice, and then came, his hot seed spraying onto my face, my chest, my neck. I lay there, panting, spent, my body humming with pleasure. He looked down at me, a satisfied smile on his lips. He grabbed a towel from the nightstand, wiping the mess he had made.

“You’re amazing,” he said, his voice husky. I smiled, my body still tingling from the pleasure he had given me. I knew that this was far from over, and I was ready for whatever he had in store for me next.