I pressed my hand against the back of her head and shoved it deep into the bedding. Again, I pounded my cock inside of her as fast and I was able. My balls steadily slapping against her clit with each stroke began to become hypnotic. A low groan as I tilted my head back and studied the ceiling was confirmation of my deep feeling of satisfaction.As I continued to force my cock in and out of her dripping wet pussy, I released her head from my grasp and gripped the twelve inches or so of hair draped from underneath the plastic which covered her entire head. As I pounded my swollen shaft in and out of her, the sound of my hips slapping against her ass echoed throughout the sparsely furnished room. I pulled against her hair, forcing her to arch her back and lift her head to an elevation where I could see her face.She arched her back to relieve the pain, moving her head toward my hand. In response, I pulled her hair downward, forcing her head to the side. As she turned her face upward, I
I gripped the sides of her head with my knees and lower thighs. As I shoved my cock into the hole I had made, I began to fuck her throat. I made certain her feeble attempts to wiggle free of my breath depriving cock, certainly in an effort to get one more taste of the sweet air, were unsuccessful. As I held my cock deep in her throat, the thought of her blacking out from my cock down her throat fueled me to press even harder.“Hold still, you big bitch, I need to cum down that throat of yours,” I growled.As the head of my cock pressed against the inside of her throat, she tossed her long legs across the top of the comforter. I gripped her head in my thighs and watched my cock slide in and out of her plastic covered mouth. The unmistakable outline of her eyes began to become clear through the plastic as I felt myself begin once again to reach climax.“Open wide,” I said as I held my cock deep in her throat.As I felt my throbbing shaft pump warm cum down her wet throat, I held myself
She scrunched her brow and stared. “What do you mean, done?”“The done kind of done. You know, finished? Like over? The I’m taking your ridiculous ass home kind of done. Get dressed,” I snapped.“Toad, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…” she blubbered.“Sloan look, the last thing I need is some crazy bitch thinking I’m hers. If you’re hoping we’re going to be exclusive after the speech I gave you a few weeks ago, you’re already half way there. I’ll save you some confusion and me a hell of a lot of headaches. I’m done fucking you. And just so we’re crystal fucking clear, I’m done fucking you forever. Get dressed,” I said as I bent over and picked up my boots.“Oh my God, like forever?” she screeched as she slid her legs over the edge of the bed.“Roger that. Forever. The forever kind.” I nodded my head as I laced up my boots.“Oh my God Toad, I didn’t mean it. I was just kidding,” she sniffled.“Well, I’m not. Get dressed,” I said as I leaned over and picked up my knife.While she cried and
She blinked her eyes as she nodded her head slightly. To relieve the pain in my shoulder, I shifted my eyes back to the ceiling.“So I’m sure some people get shot, end up in the hospital, and make a conscious decision to change their life afterward. You know, just like the guy in prison. Make sense so far?” I asked.“Makes perfect sense,” she responded.“Okay, well that’s not what happened to me. I got shot, went to the hospital, and at some point in time, I died. I know I did. I was dead, Sydney. And I came back from that place, and now I’m a different person. I didn’t decide this, it just happened. I guess I need to back up, I’m not different, I see life differently. It’s hard to explain.” I shifted my eyes in her direction and waited for a response.She had moved from resting her head in her hand and looking at me to lying beside me and staring at the ceiling.“”What was it like, being dead?” she asked in an almost eerie monotone voice.I stared up at the ceiling and spoke as if re
Now sitting on my upper thighs with her arms dangling at her sides, she gazed into my eyes and grinned.“We’re together, right?”Somewhat confused, and still reeling from a whirlwind of emotions, I pressed my elbows into the bed until my shoulders lifted slightly from the comforter. “Say again?”“You and me? We’re together, right?” she said as she began to fumble nervously with the bottom of her tee shirt.“Oh, yeah. Absolutely,” I nodded.“No one else?” she said.“No. Hell no, I want you to know…”She leaned forward and pressed her index finger against my lips. “Shhh. That’s all I needed to know. Lean back.”She lifted her shirt over her head, unclasped her bra, and tossed both on the floor beside the bed. As my cock continued to test the tensile strength of the cotton fabric of my sweats, I watched as she gripped the waistband and pulled them to my thighs. As my cock popped out of the sweats and stood at full attention, she shifted her eyes from my face to my cock, and back.“Wow,”
I closed my eyes and grinned. I had breathed life into Sydney when I saved her from herself at the bank. In turn, she had breathed life into me in the hospital; the day she whispered in my ear. Both of us acted not for reward or recognition, but out of a natural desire to be kind. One we certainly always possessed, but rarely exhibited toward others.“You know,” she said as she wiped the warm cloth over my hips and thighs. “If you have two broken cars, or two broken toys, you can take the two broken objects and make one working one? Like use the pieces from one to fix the other?”She paused and held the washcloth in her hand as she waited on my response. Having no idea what point she was trying to make, I smiled and nodded my head.“Yeah,” I said.“Well,” she paused and wiped the clean side of the washcloth along my sweats, “As individuals, we’re both broken. I think together, maybe we’ll make a complete, unbroken us.”“Let’s just take a shower together,” I said as I painfully watche
For that reason, and that reason alone, I felt no need to advertise what I had done. After relishing in the feeling of having a much needed orgasm and regaining my sexual composure, I began to rock back and forth on my heels. Although this method seemed much less sensual, and a little more boring, it suited me; at least for now. After a few quiet moments of slowly rocking back and forth, I felt proud I had lasted for a length of time without having another orgasm. With my mind fixed in the feeling, and my body becoming accustomed to the feeling, his cock, and the entire sexual situation, I felt as if I might last long enough to make him reach climax. Still bent over and teetering on the balls of my feet, I opened my eyes and exhaled.A hand slapped against my thigh, slid upward, and gripped my hip.A hand gripped my other hip.Oh shit…He slowly pulled me backward, until my ass pressed against his hips.“Fuck this shit, I’m done dicking around,” he said.“Okay…” I squeaked.Sorry, I
TOAD:::I had never stepped into a day expecting it to be any different than any other day. A particular date, month, or year didn’t reserve a special place in my heart or on my calendar. For me to determine if a day was special, it had to end first, and as I reflected on the events of the day, I placed a value on it. Holidays, birthdays, or days of the week were simply days, regardless of their position within a week, month, or year. Any of them could end up great, mediocre, or just plain awful.“I was thinking maybe we could go over to the pizza place or something,” Sydney said.“And I was thinking we’d stay here and…”I leaned into her and kissed her neck. I had minimal experience kissing, touching, or even caring about a woman until I met Sydney. Now, based on her comments and expression about what she liked and disliked, I truly looked forward to satisfying her sexually as well as sensually.As I gripped her upper arms lightly in my hands and continued to press my face into her n