He Picks You Up

"That's a pretty damn good surprise," Tyrone says as he sticks his hands underneath your legs and picks you up, your wet clit leaking through your panties and onto his jeans. He kicks his foot back and slams the door shut and then throws you down onto his bed. "Take my damn pants off, bitch." He says with a snarl, the lust of an animal escaping from his eyes. You breathe heavily as you slide onto your knees and undo his fly and slide his pants and boxers down, springing forth your salvation.

You can't resist for more than a millisecond. Your mouth flies to his dick like a magnet, and within seconds you have him down your throat.

"That's right, take that whole fucking thing - you ain't ever gonna get a fuck like this again." He moans. "Raise that sexy ass up, time for the main event." He rips your panties off - not that you were going to need them after this and flips you onto your back. "Yeah that's what I want. A tight little cunt - this is gonna be mine forever."

A moment later and you feel the familiar waves of pleasure emanate from your tight pussy. You reach your hand down to play with your clit but Tyrone smacks your hand away.

"Nope. You gonna need both hands gripping the sheet for this one".

You don't have the words for what follows. You have never known a night like this one - every time Tyrone came you would pull his cock out and suck it back to life, and then it would go right back where it belonged. Doggy, cowgirl, missionary, reverse cowgirl, you-name-it. He fucked you to death and then fucked you back to life. If the music from downstairs wasn't so loud, you'd have woken the whole city up with how loud you were. You moaned his name, screamed his name, cried his name...and all he ever said in return was:

"You're my bitch now."

And you were.