Hard and fast (doggy)

“Get up on all fours, baby girl,” I say roughly. Scarlett’s eyes blaze and she quickly gets into position.

“I love fucking doggy,” she says in a sultry voice, giving me a smoldering look over her shoulder. “It makes me feel like an irresistible little slut . . . Come and get me, Mr. Harrison—fill me hard and fast and deep and make me cum howling on your big-dog dick.”

I get up on my knees between her calves and settle my knob just inside Scarlett’s fuckhole. “Don’t tease me, Mr. Harrison, please—fuck me, fuck me, fuck that teeny little pussy—fuck your sweet baby girl and make her your naughty little slut . . .” I hook one hand around her thigh and grab a thick bundle of hair close to her head with the other. I hear her start to say, “What—?” Before she can get any further, I haul back hard on her hair and slam my hips forward, feeling a hard jar in my legs as our bodies collide. My balls rest in her quim, and I can feel my cockhead reach her posterior fornix, feel her cul-de-sac envelop my glans.

Scarlett gasps, then swallows her gasp with a weird gulp. My fingers reach into the head of her snatch and find her clit; anchored and balanced by my hand in her hair, I start right off fucking her hard and fast. Another gulping sound, and then she screams at the top of her lungs as her orgasm hits her from out of nowhere. I keep on rubbing her button and pounding her cunt, fucking her relentlessly through her paroxysms of bliss. I’ve already cum a couple times, so I should be good to go for a while. “You like this, don’t you?” I ask, my voice husky. “You like being dominated by a real man—you like having your hot little cunt lined up and taken by a man who has a cock that can satisfy you and knows what to do with it. You like being fucked into next week like a cumslut and a cockwhore; you like me pounding that sweet pussy with my big cock and making you my fucktoy, my personal slut. Isn’t that right, baby girl?”

“Yes!” Scarlett screams, another orgasm blasting through her just as she tries to answer. Thunder rolls through her body; I can feel it in her rippling, pulsating tunnel. “Fuck . . .” she moans after a while. “Make me your slut, Mr. Harrison . . . Rub my little clit, own my little cunt—fucking own that slutty little cunt, fucking take me, claim me, mark me, make me yours—your fucktoy, your sex ****, your personal slut, your cockwhore, your cumdump, just—keep—fucking—that—pussy . . . So fucking good, your cock is so fucking good—take that slutty little teen pussy, own it with that big fucking cock, make it your pussy, for your cock, fucking take it, keep it, own it . . . Don’t stop, don’t stop fucking me, I’m so close so close so close—”

Scarlett shrieks like an angry falcon as her body detonates around my cock, but I don’t slow down. The bed is almost as loud as she is, creaking and groaning as I jackhammer her cunt, but she still wants more. “Fuck me, Mr. Harrison!” she moans. “Take me—give me everything—blow your load in me—fill me with your cum . . . Fill that slutty little cunt with your cream—fill it so full, it overflows—fill me up with your baby batter . . . Let me feel you cum in me, cum deep in me, cum deep in my hungry teen pussy, let me feel your heat . . . Please, Mr. Harrison, fill me with your cum, make me cum, make me cum so fucking hard on your cock, make me cum with your cum . . . I need you, need your cum, need your fucking cum, need it so fucking bad, cum deep in me and make me cum so fucking crazy hard . . .”

That’s too much for me; my climax hits me in the blink of an eye. “Take it, little slut—” I grind out. “Cumming!” I blow so hard I see stars and hear voices; I bury my cock to the balls in her heat and grind against her as if I were trying to **** my hips in.

“Yes!” Scarlett screams again as her own shattering orgasm takes her; her body goes into rictus, and her cunt walls clamp down so hard I’m sure it would hurt if I were capable of feeling pain at the moment. As it is, I feel only pleasure as her body milks me dry.

The fire of our climaxes is the only thing keeping us upright; when it drains away, it leaves our muscles limp, and we collapse. I end up on my back with Scarlett half-draped over me; her hand rests on my deflated prick, while I stroke her hair. “That is what I always hoped sex would be like, and never has been until now,” she whispers.