Give him everything

I slowly, deliberately suck and pull my head back, my lips seemingly **** to let go of his cock until it comes out with a pop. I gently slap it on my face, like I've seen so many pornstars do, before I start to stand and let him guide me with an arm around my waist into his bedroom. It looks a lot like every other guy's room I've been in, with a big queen bed awaiting us. He lays on his back, and I straddle him, my pussy being spread by the shaft of his cock. I grind against it needily, getting it wet from how soaking I am.

"You've got a condom, right?" I grind all the way up to the tip, then slide back down, the friction driving my crazy.

"Nope," he replied, reaching a hand up and squeezing one of my tits, the other holding his phone. He lets go of my tit, then before I can react snaps a picture of me with his phone.

"What are you doing? Are you sending that to someone?"

"Nah, it's just for me; I'm gonna set it as your profile picture on my phone," he casually responds, setting his phone down. I'm still grinding against him, only once I reach the tip again, he stops me with one hand on my ass and uses the other to angle his penis upwards, the glans now snug against my opening. "You ready?"

"You'd better pull out," I say, lifting myself a little and guiding his cock in. I start to lower my hips, and he enters me, his tip smoothly and easily spreading me apart. I let him in about halfway, already feeling fuller than I have before, then stopped to let him stretch me out. Even staying still is incredibly and strangely pleasurable, with the indescribable sensation of being physically dominated and spread open by him. After a few more seconds I continue taking him in, until after a long, slow penetration my pussy is at his base. I giggle, high on the feeling of being so incredibly filled up for the first time ever. I start to slowly lift myself, the feeling of riding for real both pleasurable and slightly painful.

He bucks his hips, forcing himself up as I lift my hips, fucking me at his far faster pace. I let him fuck me like that, pumping upwards into my pussy with surprising ****, kissing my deepest parts with every thrust. I let out an uncontrolled gasp, barely able to hold myself up for him to fuck me. All too soon I feel my legs about to give out, and pull myself all the way off of him, feeling strangely empty while I lie on my back at the edge of the bed and he lines up to fuck me again.

I lose track of time, his cock stretching me. I orgasm soon after we change to missionary, as a result of him sucking on my tits and pinching my nipples as I lay beneath him.

A while after that, I orgasm a second time, and immediately after he picks up the pace. His thrusts become faster, less deep, and I feel his cock stiffen inside of me. I squirm a little and open my mouth, trying to protest what's about to happen, but he leans down and aggressively kisses me, both hands on my hips to steady himself. Mid-kiss, he lets out a deep grunt and thrusts as deeply as possible; I swear that I can feel his cum spraying directly against my unguarded cervix, his cock pulsing at least a dozen times as it shoots deep into me.

With a sigh, he pulls out, his cock rapidly becoming limp. I feel well-used, my insides battered but feeling very satisfied. I'm worried about his load in me, since I'm not on any birth control, but what's done is done. I make a mental note to go get the morning after pill as I gather my clothes from the living room. My shirt is dry, at least, though my panties are still slick with my juices. I pull the panties on, as well as the shirt for the moment, unable to muster the energy to cram my boobs back into the bra. I now look as well as feel the part of a thoroughly fucked slut.

The doorbell rings; we had completely forgotten that we ordered pizza!