Round 3

You’re stiffening again. Just holding Niemira, feeling her breasts heave against your chest makes your libido stir. Just looking into her large blue eyes makes your heart ache. She kisses you and slides down your body until she’s facing your cock. She licks it. “I love tasting me on your cock,” she tells you, looking at you with wide, sexy eyes. “Aren’t you naughty,” you reply and slap her ass. She giggles, so you slap it again harder.

When you’re hard, you pull her off your cock and lean down to kiss her.

“Tell me what you want?”

“I want you to try and break me. I want you to try and turn me into a quivering mess, like you do Lucy every Saturday, like you did to Morgane last date night.”

There’s not only desire, there’s also desperation in Niemira’s husky voice. How can you say no to that? All your plans to treat her carefully are lost in her **** need for something more.

You flip her so she’s kneeling on the bed. Then you mount her doggystyle. Desire has made her pussy hotter than before. You can still feel the slickness from her previous orgasms. It’s so wonderful, so blissful.

“Is this what you want?”

“No, I want it hard.”

You slap both ass cheeks. Then you start to pummel her, thrusting in as hard and as fast as you can, pulling out until the head of your penis is at her entrance, then thrusting in again. She moans at the treatment. All you can hear are her moans and the slapping of your thighs. You’re like a man possessed, driving in again and again.

“Is this what you want?”

“Harder.”

You slap her ass cheeks again and her first orgasm rips through her. She’s grabbed a pillow to muffle her screams, biting into it, although you know from experience this room is soundproof. You don’t relent for her orgasm. You carry on, at the same speed, with the same ferocity. You only stutter as the muscles of her pussy try to milk you. But you’ve already come twice inside her this night, and it will require more for it to claim its reward.

By the third orgasm her knees give out. She flops to the bed. You descend with her, keeping your dick buried inside her. Once she’s lying there, you take a moment to adjust your stance, then you go back to churning her insides.

You’re coated in sweat, the muscles of your thighs are burning in exquisite agony, but you refuse to relent. You’ve both lost count of the number of orgasms Niemira has experienced. The first few she moaned through. Now she can barely whimper. Her voice is hoarse. Occasionally she taps your arms as if begging you to stop. You refuse to relent. Refuse to relent until you fire your load into her womb. She’s exhausted but her body still twitches and dances to the orgasm that accompanies your release. She’s too exhausted to make much noise.

You collapse on top of her, your dick still buried inside her. For minutes you both lie there, you on top of her, both taking deep breaths.

“Is that what you wanted,” you finally whisper into her ear.

“Yes, that’s what I wanted. That’s what I wanted.”