missameliaandsir

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It was Late part 2

Suddenly, he had a fist full of her hair, jolting her head up and telling her it was now time for her to go to work. He twisted her head sideways, shoving his hardening cock through her panting lips and pushing until he hit the back of her throat. She began a full mouth, rhythmic worship of his cock. The drool dripped from her lips as she sucked, licked and slurped up and down, taking it deep into her throat until she gagged repeatedly. She could feel him pulsing and growing harder and harder with need. She relished the taste and his mounting desire.

She was abruptly flipped onto her back as he hastily positioned himself between her legs and slammed his full length deep into her swollen hole. He began an unrelenting pounding that released another gush, again soaking the bedding underneath. She felt the burning sting of his hand as it repeatedly slapped across her cheeks. It was sex, uninhibited, wild and wicked.

She knew he was close to his release, when he stopped for a moment. He reached beside him and picked up the riding crop still laying on the bed. His eyes flashed dark as he stared down at her and she submissively whispered, β€œYours.” He brought the crop and a hand down around her neck and began squeezing at the same time he returned to his relentless pounding of her aching cunt. She gasped and struggled for breath. He was merciless. She began to feel herself floating just as he came hard and deep inside her, leaving his entire body convulsing as sweat dripped from his head. He released her neck and she choked for air as she again filled her lungs.

They remained in that position for a few minutes while he recovered and she enjoyed the weightlessness of her float. When it was time to get up, he slid backwards, expecting her to roll off the bed and retreat to the bathroom. Instead, she remained on her back and took in a large breath, enjoying the sensation of his offering streaming out and down her exposed slit. When he noticed that she didn’t move, he smiled and ran a finger through the creaminess. Her body responded to his touch and he noticed.

He glided one finger inside her, enjoying the slippery feel. He plunged another finger in with it. Her hips moved involuntarily to meet the new addition. Very quickly, he had all his fingers inside providing an intense sensation that released another gush, completely soaking his invading hand. He slowly removed his fingers and wiped the handful of fluid across her exposed skin. When he tried to return for yet another round, she rolled over and begged him to stop. She was completely spent, drained and her quivering body needed rest. He smiled, kissed her on the forehead and helped her into the bathroom to get cleaned up.

She returned to the bed where he greeted her with a glass of ice water and a neatly straighten bed. She climbed in and he tucked her in the warm covers. He walked around the bed and slid in behind her, spooning and wrapping his arms tightly around her waist. Whispers of I love you were exchanged and they both quickly drifted off into a much needed, completely sated and peaceful slumber.

The End

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22 thoughts on “It was Late part 2

  1. A perfect evening.

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  2. XandrewX on said:

    Ahh isn’t the ending so sweet! Spooning must be lovely, intimate warm and caring

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  3. Perfect ending!!!!!

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  4. I’m so happy you’re posting again! I’ve really missed reading your stories. 😊

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  5. XandrewX on said:

    I just had to pick out a line again because you make me laugh…’he slammed his full length deep into her swollen hole’ πŸ™‚

    ‘Miss’ I follow quite a few erotic writers poetesses, one writes such beautifully rhythmic prose another is darn right dirty as for you honey you never fail to get me excited down below, Andrew

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    • Glad I could make you laugh. Anytime I can bring a smile to someone’s face, it makes me smile right back. πŸ™‚
      I am no writer, but I am ALWAYS happy to elicit anything that “moves” my reader. Thank you for all your wonderful comments. πŸ™‚

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  6. That was so intense… Wow. What an imagination πŸ˜‰

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  7. Beautiful and 😈πŸ”₯πŸ˜‹πŸš’πŸš‘πŸš’

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