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Sweltering Score
Date: 10/9/2015, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: ladyofglenkirk, Rating: , Source: LushStories
starts pounding you furiously. With each hard thrust, the barrel hits your skull and it hurts so good you could come just thinking about it. He brings his hand down hard across your ass a few times as he slams against you, and the crack of his hand mingles with the sound of wet skin on skin echoing through the room. You love the way he grunts as his balls slap against you, and you need to reach down and touch yourself. You move your fingers in quick circles around your clit as he quickens his pace and fucks you harder than you’ve ever been fucked. He takes his hand and grabs your breast, pulling you upright and keeping pace as he moves the gun from the back of your head to your temple. When you look down, you can see those fucking veins in his arm and his muscles taut and straining as he fucks up into you. Your legs are jelly and you can barely stand, so you reach one hand back and grab his ass for balance while you continue to work yourself. It’s hard in your hand and you feel his muscles bunch under your grasp with each thrust. He grunts and bites down on your shoulder as he continues to pound you mercilessly. You know it will leave a mark and you don’t fucking care. He grabs you by the hair and pulls hard so you’re looking up at him. His eyes are full of lust and menace. “You like that cock, don’t you?” “Yes. God, yes.” “You like this, too, don’t you?” He presses the gun harder into your temple and you speed up the pace of your fingers against your clit. “Oh fuck, Jack, ... I’m gonna come.” He grunts as he fucks you harder and you can feel the sweat dripping off of him and onto your back. “Yeah, that’s it. Come all over my cock.” “Oh, FUCK! I’m so close.” “Come right fuckin’ now or I’ll blow a hole in your head.” That does it. Your walls tighten and you come so hard you’re almost seizing. He growls as he feels you clamp down on him and holds you in place as you ride it out, his pace unrelenting. When you’re through you collapse over the arm of the couch and he tosses the gun away, placing both hands on your ass and squeezing so hard you know you’ll have bruises. His thrusts grow erratic and you know he’s close. You look back at him over your shoulder. His forehead is creased with deep lines and his thick lips form an O as he puffs out air with each thrust. His chain is swinging in time with his rhythm, bouncing off his chest slick with sweat. “That’s it. Fill me up, baby.” “You want it?” “Fuck yes. Give it to me, Jack.” “You want it, you crazy fuckin’ bitch?” “I want it. Give it to me.” “Oh, FUCK.” He comes hard, head thrown back and eyes clenched shut. The noises coming out of him are animal and you know you can come again just listening to it. You rub your clit the way you always do when you're thinking of him, and it brings you to a quick climax. He grunts and groans as you milk every drop from him, and collapses onto you, sweaty and panting. You lay there for a while before he pulls out of you. You already feel empty without him inside. You ...