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"Oh, baby. I'm gonna make sure you never forget me."
Aligning himself, he began to gently shove himself into my pussy. Although I was wet, I was tight. He had to force an inch at a time, slide back, and push back in a little bit further till he was able to sink to the hilt. His hand smacked my ass gently, his hips rocking. "Fucking fantastic," he murmured, "Feels better than it tastes."
He gripped me by my hips and tugged me down, giving one last shove in. I mewled and struggled against him, squirming to attempt to find a position where it didn't feel like he was in my stomach. I was so full, I didn't do know what to do. "Harland," I moaned, not sure how to explain to him that he was filling me up to the brim and I didn't know if I could take it.
He began to withdraw and slide back in with slow repetition. He gripped my cheeks and spread them as he watched his cock pop in and out of my pussy. His breath hissed as he clapped my ass, "Hot fucking snatch. So good. So good."
I gripped my sheets and tugged them to my chest. My eyes closed, my hips rocking with his steady rhythm as he stretched me again and again. I was getting used to the sensation and my body was beginning to thrum with the thick sensation of slow pleasure. I began to move with him, my nipples dragging over the bed.
"Oh yeah, baby girl. Work that ass. I knew you'd love this. Come on baby, fuck yourself with my cock. Work your pussy on me." He stroked my ass encouragingly. "Lemme see you work that ass." He gave me a tug back with an urge forward and then released me.
I moved with the rhythm he had given me, my body working back and forward. I planted my hands on the bed, knees spreading as I began to gain momentum. I began to shove my body back on his cock and to rock my hips forward as I tugged away. The sensations were beginning to overwhelm me. My elbows were getting weaker, my breath harder to catch.
"Can't..." My rhythm began to falter. My elbows buckled, my face burying in the sheets. "Can't..." I panted. It felt like the blood in my body was boiling and moving so slowly. Every inch of me was burning, hot and lined with beads of sweat. The raw feeling of him tearing into me was growing to the point I couldn't do anything more than just feel.
I felt his hands on my hips. He steadied me. "Got you, baby girl." His hands smoothed down my back. His hands left cooling trails down my flesh. His fingers tangled in my hair and he tugged. "Come on back up. I'll get you too deep this time if you're bent like that. Not ready for that yet." Tears prickled at my eyes as I pulled myself back to my hands. My arms shook. "Harland..." I whined. "Just a little more," he grit out. He wrapped my hair around his hand and kept me on my fingertips. His hips continued the slow rocking motion he began with.
I could feel every last inch of him as he slid in and out of me. It was amazing. Each full shove of his hips felt like the first one -- amazing and incredibly deep. The pleasure boiling in my pussy was now battling against the pain of my scalp. It was beginning to burn. I gasped and cried out, "Please!" I could feel it as the pain turned into a tingle, the mixture of the two suddenly so good, it took my breath away.
He released my hair and I collapsed onto the bed. His hands gripped my thighs as he spread them wider over my bed. He pushed forward on my shoulders, my face pressing into the sheets. He gripped me firmly and repositioned himself behind me. "That should do it," he panted.
Before I could register what he had said, he sunk himself back into me with as much force as he could muster. His hips slammed into my ass, his balls smacking my clit. He pumped himself in and out of me, fucking me as hard as I'd ever been fucked in my life. The impact of his body into mine shook my breasts and literally shoved the air from my lungs. I'd have screamed if I had the air.
