1. Jazz


    Date: 12/9/2015, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: Sisyphus, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

    shoulders and drove his cock into me again, opening me like never before with his animalistic thrusts pounding me faster and harder. “You’re mine. You belong to me!” he shouted, looking down at me. I didn’t know what to do. I wanted to get away, but I also wanted him to take me right there. I felt his rage, his hurt when he yelled, “Fuck me whore! Fuck me you little fucking slut!” I was crazed and captivated by his passion. The power of his thrusting rubbing against my clit made me insane. I had never been fucked like that, but when he shouted, “Tell me you’re mine! Tell me!” “No! I don’t belong to you or anyone!” I was crazed and needed to cum but I wasn’t going to give in. “Tell me!” he yelled louder. I was out of my mind. This was beyond anything I had ever experienced. I felt his rage, his passion and wanted him to fuck me more than anything. I was desperate. I had to have it. I knew that what started out with me wanting to turn him on and give him pleasure turned into something else. He wanted to hurt me, punish me, pour his hurt and pain into ravishing me. It wasn’t role playing, but in a way he was telling me how much he loved me. “Take my cock, Take it! Take it! Give me your pussy! Give it to me!” he screamed, thrusting savagely then suddenly the most intense orgasm of my life swept over me and I convulsed again and again, my whole body shaking like an earthquake. “Give me that tight cunt! It’s mine! Give it to me!” he yelled, thrusting harder and harder, faster and ...
    faster, my whole body trembling. I felt him tensing and knew he was about to explode. I looked up at his angry face. “Oh, fuck, I’m cumming! Just fuck me!” he yelled thrusting madly then his body went stiff and hot gushing cum shot deep into my pussy making me explode again in a wild orgasm, the most mind blowing orgasm of my life. I was sobbing, tears filling my eyes, my body in spasms. He collapsed on me, both of us panting and gasping and unable to budge. We lay on the floor next to the wall, weak and exhausted. I didn’t want to think, but gradually began to remember how this all started and how I wanted to be free, yet here I was lying on the floor under him feeling so possessed and not sure how I felt. He then rolled off of me and away. Usually we spooned after we fucked, but not this time. There was nothing tender or sweet, just our heavy panting and the quiet. Then he got up, zipped up his jeans, grabbed his coat and left, slamming the door. “Don’t go! Don’t go!” I screamed, but he was gone and I lay there on the floor, sobbing, not knowing what to think, tears rolling down my cheeks. The thought of losing him ripped at my heart. I went to the window to see if I could see him, but all I saw was the crowded street below. I didn’t know what to do and hoped he would come back, but he didn’t. I tried sleeping but kept waking up thinking I heard a sound at the door, but it was never him, just my imagination. We had the final recording session the next day at ten and I hoped ...
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