It's never too late to be good

"Do you want me to give you a handjob?" I asked, trying to assert at least some control over the situation. A handjob wasn't nearly as bad as what happened yesterday, right?

"Well, I'd rather fuck you."

"We can't, yesterday was a mistake."

"What about just the tip?" Just the tip, huh? I could probably just grind on him and get off that way. As long as I was on top, I would be in control anyways.

"Ok, but I'm on top," I said, straddling him face to face. I reached up my back and unhooked my bra, pulling my top off with it. As I lined him up, he set both hands on my hips, gently gripping them in anticipation. I slowly lowered myself onto him, making the smallest movements up and down so that it really was just the tip. Even just that much inside me felt good, and I quickly upped the pace.

Kevin made good on his promise, not making any thrusts or movement to push deeper than allowed. But every downward motion I made, I could tell he was pulling ever so slightly on my hips. I let him do it, feeling still in control and enjoying him going deeper inside of me. He seemed to relish the feeling of it as well, or maybe it was just the gradual pace of things. But just the tip only remained just the tip for a little while, before it became the tip and a little more, then the tip and a third of his penis. Before I knew it, he was halfway inside of me; I pulled myself all the way off of him, and started going for just the tip again.

He was having none of that, though, and his hands quickly pulled me back down onto him with considerable ****. It took everything in me to only let out a long moan of pleasure as he halfway impaled me, letting up the pressure once we were back to where we were before. I lifted myself again, rubbing his tip in and out of me, and sure enough he pulled me back down again. I repeated a third time, letting him pull my body where he wanted it.

The fourth time, his hands pulled on my hips with raw aggression, pulling me down and cramming his whole cock into me. Feeling perfectly filled, I grinded my hips back and forth, his hands now relaxed as he let me pleasure myself. I started moving again, slowly at first, then as quickly as my legs and hips would allow, impaling myself again and again on him. All of yesterday had just been the warmup for fitting him in today. I came quickly and intensely, the feeling of orgasming around a real cock overwhelming me.

Moments after my own orgasm, Kevin pinned me there as deeply as he could press himself into me, shooting his load directly into my waiting womb. I could barely think, let alone tell him not to cum inside of me. Riding the waves of my orgasm I just enjoyed how hard he got as he came, any shred of common sense or worry destroyed by the all encompassing feeling. It felt like an eternity before I felt him soften up inside of me and I rolled to sit next to him.

Sex with my boyfriend had always been good; sex with Kevin blew it out of the water. Kevin was an asshole, and most certainly not someone who I would be in a relationship with even if he were willing, but he didn't need to have a winning personality to make me cum my brains out. Now that I had tasted this forbidden fruit, what in the hell was I supposed to do?

"Ha, damn. Yesterday, I thought you were good, but now that you're used to me I think that was some of the best sex I've had," Kevin casually started squeezing my tits, his cock limp but clearly hardening again, "I think we should move to the bedroom."