Day 6 of Our Family Adventure,
John had let me sleep without disturbance through the night, but I awoke with him entering me from behind. I was laying on my left side facing away from him, his hand gripped my right hip roughly and his cock entered me in one hard thrust. I came a wake immediately.
"AGGG WHAT THE FUCK JOHN!" I hollered out. "Could have at least spit on it first. Damn."
John started laughing and pushed me over onto my stomach pressing me down with his body weight. He grabbed my wrists up in his hands and moved my arms out straight above my head taking both my wrists into just one of his hands and pressing them to the mattress. With his other hand he slid it under me, down to my clit where he rubbed hard at it as he pushed his cock further into me.
"You want to play games, so I'm playing a game too." He sneered but I knew he was just playing the role.
"What game do you think I'm playing?" I asked back sheepishly.
"You know damn well what I'm talking about. Coming to bed last night talking shit about how you just fucked Milla like it was no big deal and just falling asleep leaving me high and dry so now you are going to take it hard and dry."
John pulled back almost all the way out and slammed back home hard. I knew he wasn't trying to hurt me but that first stroke felt like fire erupting inside me as the friction burned from within.
"AGGG, do your worse big boy, you'll never get me to talk." I warned him, but knowing damn well I was going to give in as soon as he wouldn't let me cum.
John didn't waste any time with questions or warnings, he just started pounding at my sex as hard as he could. I self-lubricated which helped a little, but I could still feel my insides burning with each stroke he took back and forth.
Contrary as to what a lot of women will tell you about getting fucked like this, I happen to enjoy it quite a bit. I like to just be taken. No, not every time but here and there I quite enjoy it and John knows it and this is just a little game we play as I had mentioned in a previous chapter, so I knew exactly what to expect when my orgasm was coming on. I tried to hide it but to no avail and as soon as John realized I was building he pulled all the way out of me.
"NO, NO, YOU BASTARD, GIVE ME THAT COCK!" I yelled at him.
"Tell me the story." He demanded.
"What story?" I feigned ignorance.
John's cock re-entered me and as soon as his thrusts commenced, I was on edge again. He thrusted in hard, held there for a second then withdrew about halfway. I was expecting him to withdrawal completely so when he slammed it back in all the way it was a surprise. Then he would do it again and again. As soon as I suspected what he was going to do he withdrew all the way. As soon as my body settled back down, he trusted back in as far as he could go. My body had no idea how to react, my orgasm was right on the edge, and I could feel my body preparing for the release and I welcomed it.
John sensed it as well and completely withdrew again only this time he smacked by clit from below with his hand.
"Don't you dare cum! Don't you dare cum!" he repeated. "You don't get to cum until I say you can cum, and you can only cum after you tell me the story."
"Okay, okay, okay. I'll tell, I'll tell. I give, I give." I pleaded with him. "Please just let me cum and then I'll suck you off as I tell you the story."
"You promise?" he asked.
"Yes, yes, I promise. Please just fuck me and let me cum and I will make it up to you I promise."
John slid his hand out from under me and took a wrist again in each hand. He pulled my arms down straight by my sides and held them there. I felt him lower himself all the way down on me as his cock slid slowly back into my sex. His mouth was on my neck, and I could feel him biting right at the curve where the neck and shoulder meet. His hips raised for only a second and then thrusted forward as he yanked down on my wrists pulling my body downward as he thrusted his cock upward inside me. The feeling was exquisitely painful, as in it hurt so good.
It wasn't that he was going fast, it was that his trusts were slow but hard and deliberate. Each thrust was measured and calculated. He knew what he was doing, and it didn't take long as my body surrendered under him, I lost all control of my bodily functions. My legs were spasming and kicking out of control. My body was convulsing on its own, almost knocking John off me. It looked like I was trying to do 'The Worm' breakdance or something. My eyes clouded over, and my breath caught in my throat. I wanted to scream out but couldn't.
I didn't realize that I had passed out until I came to, and John was lying beside me asking me if I was okay.
"There you are." I heard him say. "Had me scared there for a minute. I thought you had stopped breathing."
"I'm good, but God damn that was a strong orgasm. Thank you."
"Just doing my job madam, just doin my job." He quipped back.
I looked up at him, "Did you cum while I was out?" I asked.
John laughed, "No, that would have been rude."
I smiled as best I could, "It would have been fine by me. I was out of it."
John being the man he is turned serious, "Baby, we don't have to go no further. I'm good. You know I was just playin with you, right?"
"I know, I know. It's all good. And no, I'm good, just give me a minute to settle my body down, okay?"
I suddenly had an idea and rolled over and off the bed, heading for the bedroom door.
"Where are you going?" John asked.
