On the counter

John walks around the counter to where my pussy is. He grabs my hips and slides be down to the counter so that I'm closer to the edge. He takes his cock and begins to rub the head up and down the entrance of my cunt. I look at him, my eyes begging him to fuck me.

"Please..." I moan again.

Without another word, he rams his cock deep inside of my quivering pussy. My walls wrap around it tightly as it accepts all of it. Once he fits all of it inside of me, pleasure spreads through my entire body, making me feel warm all over.

A mix between a moan and a giggle escapes my mouth, and John grabs onto my hips even harder to hold me still. I try to squirm from the pleasure, but his strong hands make it impossible for me to move much.

"You look happy." he smugly says.

All I can do is giggle like a schoolgirl in response.

He slowly begins to slide his cock in and out of me, letting me savor every inch of the cock that stretched me out last time.

Slowly, he begins to speed up the pace, and I begin to grit my teeth in response, trying to hold in my moans.

In response to this, John reaches over and wraps a hand around my throat, squeezing it, but not hard enough to actually make me ****.

"Don't try and hide your moans. Let me hear just how much my little whore likes my cock." he commands.

Hearing him refer to me as 'his little whore' is so degrading, but I get even wetter because of it. I grab onto the edge of the counter as he starts to ram in and out of me faster, and this time I let my moans escape.

"Much better." he says, tightening his grip around my neck just a little more.

Removing his other hand from my hip, he places it on my breast and begins to grope and massage it, gently squeezing my nipple with his fingers. With the combination of being choked, groped, fucked, and being called derogatory names, my toes begin to curl and I can feel my body start to quiver again.

My moans become hoarse, and my thoughts begin to race as he keeps fucking me at the perfect pace.

The room smells like sweat and sex, and the only noises in the entire house are of our bodies slapping together and our moans of pleasure.

My mind is hazy and before I can even realize how close I'm getting to climaxing, my body is suddenly hit by a wave of pleasure, making me unable to do anything but arch my back and scream his name out.

"Oh, John!" I scream, my voice hoarse and filled with raw sex.

He groans in response, his cock sliding in and out, hitting spots that I never knew could be hit.

I keep repeating his name, only getting quieter as my orgasm dies off.

He slows down as well, and I feel like I have time to collect my thoughts, especially after that orgasm snuck up on me out of no where.

But John had other ideas.