Doggy-Style

Jefferson stared down at her, his bald head reflecting the dim light of the guest room. He didn't touch her yet, letting the silence stretch until Nicole’s breathing grew shallow.

"Turn over, Nicole. On your hands and knees."

Nicole hesitated, her eyes flickering. She slowly shifted, the silk sheets sliding against her skin. She pushed herself up, arching her back to present her rear to him. Her slender frame trembled, her breasts hanging low, nipples brushing the duvet. "Good girl. Now stay still."

Jefferson stepped closer. He smelled of expensive cedar and old scotch. He reached out, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips, bruising her pale skin. He guided his thick, pulsing cock to her entrance, the tip glistening with a bead of pre-cum that smeared against her wet folds. "Do you think about those photos while I'm inside you?" he whispered, his voice a low rasp.

"Please..." she whimpered, her face pressed into the pillow. "Please what? Tell me how much you want this."

"I want you to stop," she lied, though her pussy pulsed, clamping tight in anticipation. He didn't wait for another word. He lunged forward, driving his shaft deep into her with one violent thrust. A loud, wet squelch echoed through the room as he breached her tight walls. Nicole let out a sharp cry, her fingers clawing at the fabric of the bed.

Jefferson began to pump, his movements rhythmic and punishing. Every thrust brought a heavy slap of his balls against her cheeks, a fleshy, rhythmic thud that filled the air. He withdrew nearly all the way, almost slipping out, before slamming back in to hit her cervix. The sound of shlicking filled the space between them, the friction creating a hot, slippery mess of saliva and lubrication. "You're so tight," Jefferson groaned, his grip tightening on her waist. "Almost as tight as you were when you were eighteen."

"Don't... don't talk about that," she gasped. He laughed, a cold sound, and increased the pace.

His chest slammed against her back, sweat slicking their skin as they collided. He pushed her further down, her chest flat against the mattress, forcing her to take every inch of him.

He felt the internal tremors of her walls gripping him, but he held back, denying her the release. He wanted her desperate.