Take charge

You decide you’ve been patient long enough. You lock your arms around Ruby’s waist, lift her off your lap, and lower her onto the living-room floor in one controlled motion. Soft clothes and the mess she already made spread out beneath her. She lands on her back, thighs still open, eyes wide with surprise that quickly turns into open heat.

You settle between her legs, line up, and push back into that exquisite cunt in a single deep thrust. The wet heat grips you immediately. You don’t ease in. You set a hard, driving pace from the first stroke, hips slamming forward, the full 8.5 inches burying itself again and again while the wet sound of it fills the quiet house.

Ruby’s head tips back against the floor. Her hands find your shoulders, then one drops between her bodies so she can rub her clit in tight, frantic circles.

“Yes,” she gasps. “Like that. Don’t hold back. I’ve waited too long for this. Fuck me properly.”

You give her exactly that. The earlier slow ride is gone. This is pure need, months of frustration and the leftover heat from Cheryl and the raw solidarity of two people who’ve been starved all pouring into the relentless rhythm of your hips. Ruby’s athletic body takes every thrust, legs locking high around your waist, the wetness from her first orgasm making each stroke louder and slicker.

Her rubbing fingers speed up. Her breathing turns into short, broken cries. Then she squirts again, harder than before, the sudden rush spilling around the base of your cock and soaking the floor beneath her. The clench of her cunt during it is almost enough to pull the climax out of you on the spot. You keep driving through it, loving the mess, the loss of control, the way she keeps rubbing even while the clear fluid pulses out of her.

The pressure at the base of your spine builds fast and heavy. Your cock swells thicker inside her. The peak starts to rise, inevitable and close, the thick length throbbing with every deep thrust.

Until…