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Chapter 8 by Ben Rosewood Ben Rosewood

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I feel the mattress shift, but I keep my eyes closed. I still don't know it's James, but the off chance I'm about to be ravaged by a stranger has my heart racing. A soft hand rubs my thigh and runs up my hips before grazing my bush.

"Mhmm... Is that you James?" I ask.

"Who else would it be?" James says.

I open my eyes to see him naked, his humungous monster of a cock fully erect. His body also seems more muscular. Still scrawny, but there's certainly more muscle than before. He smiles at me and says "You've been getting ready for me?"

I reach out and wrap both hands around his shaft. God, I forget how fucking thick it is. Biting my lip, I then look into his eyes. "Mhmm... It's not exactly easy taking that big, fat, hard cock of yours, James."

"You want it so bad, don't you?"

"Oh baby, I don't want it. I need it."

His smile grows as his thumb rests on my clit. I gasp as it begins to rub my sensitive nub, his touch a perfect tease. That cock of his throbs between my hands, and is mere inches from my pussy. For now, I stroke it, knowing that it won't be long until I feel it inside of me once more. He decides to take things up a notch by pressing a finger inside of me, to which I moan.

"Oh, you really are ready, aren't you?"

I let go of his shaft before replying "Then what are you waiting for?"

A wicked grin fills his face as his finger leaves my slit. It in turn grips his shaft as he guides it towards my craving cunt. His tip sinks inside of me as I brace for impact. He's in no rush though, and instead sinks his length slowly inside of me, indulging in my wetness. As he pushes deeper and deeper I gasp "Oh fuck... I forget how big you are."

"Yeah well by the looks of it you're enjoying the reminder."

I let out a chuckle as he thrusts. The smile on his face shows the sort of confidence lacking when we first met, but now he's not afraid to take charge. He doesn't need my guidance to make it feel good. Not with all the experience, he's gained since we last met. His thrusts start slow, easing me into his length and his girth. When he knows I can take more, he gives it, his pace building.

"Ohh fuck. Fuck me just like that." I cry as he continues to plow.

He maintains his pace and unlike last time, he shows no signs of slowing down. I decide to rub on my clit to further add to my pleasure, and soon enough I'm screaming like a banshee, just like when I was playing with my toy. Only this is much better, his thick, meaty cock hammering my spot as my finger toys with my clit It comes as no surprise to find myself at the mercy of the combination of sensations.

As my body shivers with orgasmic bliss, James starts giving me long, deep strokes that accompany the waves of pleasure that wash over me. When I finally come back to my senses, I look to James who leans down for a kiss before saying "Better than last time?"

I nod as I bite my lip. "You've gotten much better, James."

"And you're still just as sexy."

"And slutty."

"Heh. That you are."

"Mhmm. So how do you want me now, baby?"

"Oh I've got you right where any man would want you, Morgan."

He suddenly throws my legs back before pressing that tip of his against my slit again. Whilst a small part of me wanted him to change it up more, the rest of me is ready for round two. Still, the sheer size of him means that when he delves back in, I'm still shaken to the core. He pretty much picks up where he left off, pistoning me with the vigor I so desperately crave.

"Ohh fuck... That's it. Don't stop baby."

James lets out a grunt in response as he wears determination on his face. It's obvious that he's worked on his stamina since we last met, both in the gym and in the bed. That ensures that he can keep plowing away at a relentless pace. In response, I wrap my arms and legs around his body to ensure he keeps working his magic until I hit another climax.

Sure enough, I feel my body begin to tremble with anticipation once more. I hold him tight as he continues to pistoning. Once again, it hits me like a sledgehammer leaving me spasming and screaming with ecstasy. Throughout it all, I feel him wrap his arms around my back, and when I start to calm down, he shoots up onto his feet.

"What are you doing?" I gasp.

Before I know it, I have my back against the wall, my lover keeping me pinned against it as he starts to thrust once more. He has an ear-to-ear smile, telling me that's showing off just for me.

"Weren't expecting this, were you?" James says.

"Ohh... I'm not complaining."

"Is that because I'm fucking your slutty little pussy?"

I give him a nod. "I love being your slut James."

And why wouldn't I? He's more than able to take care of me with his newfound endurance and his one-of-a-kind cock. He's able to keep me up against the wall where many would falter. That begin said, I could see that sweat is starting to pour on his face. His breathing is getting heavier but he's still doing his best. I hold him tightly before saying "Don't stop. Don't fucking stop."

My words seem to keep him focused. For a second I think about telling him to take me back to the bed, but this is the monster I created. He's not going to back down, and to be fair he's still got me on the ropes. Once again I feel my limbs tremble, causing my heart to race. Maybe they'll give way right before I hit my peak, so I hold him like a vise.

"Oh fuck. You're making cum!"

He continues right until I hit my climax, my body convulsing with pure bliss. Although he keeps me against the wall, I feel his length slide out of me, before he says "I'm close..."

"L-let me take care of you." I say breathlessly.

After taking a breath, I put my feet on the ground before wrapping my hands around his girthy shaft. As I stroke away, I suck on his balls, both of which must be brimming with cum. He lets out a moan as I squeeze just under his tip and stroke with the other hand. Leaning back, I aim that python of his at my face and say "Cum for me James. Blow your load all over my fa-"

Suddenly, he erupts. Rope after rope jets out of his tip as I frantically stroke, my mouth open and my tongue out to catch some of his load. The rest coats my face from forehead to chin. Once I have him completely drained, he lets out a sigh before I say "Damn... Guess you needed that as much as I did."

"Yeah... Guess so." He sighs before flopping down onto my bed.

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