Forbidden fruit

I start to apply a little more pressure against her backward push. When I don’t get far, I pull out partway. Reluctantly letting go of one large globe, I reach down to scoop up some more of her lube, and I’m surprised when I feel a strand of it hanging from her lips. I swipe my hand through her, eliciting another moan from my goddess, and even though she’s straining to take me, how wet she is, tells me she doesn’t mind it one bit.

I gather up as much as I can, awkwardly wiping it around my shaft and her rosebud. Pulling back another fraction, I start to drive back in again. She leans back to meet me, taking me deeper each time as we start a rhythm to work the rest in. After several pushes and pulls, my balls are resting against her pussy, with my thighs meeting hers.

She doesn’t ask for any more time to adjust once I’m balls deep, so I don’t offer, and just keep going. After a few strokes, she whips her hair, flinging it to one side, and glances back over her shoulder.

“You can start to go faster,” she says confidently. “Get the most out of your birthday present, Jay. I can take it. Make me feel it, just like you made me feel that spanking.”

Wanting better leverage, I shift my weight forward until I’m half-covering her. Just like when I was up at her head, I brace a foot near the pillows, leaning forward. I also plant one of my hands into the mattress to take some of the weight, while the other pushes into her lower back. All in all, the change allows me to slam in deeper with a snap of my hips, driving forward with real force. Each thrust takes me as deep as I can go, causing my balls to slap against her soaked pussy.

She cries out in what could easily be construed as sounding like pain, but she’s pushing back to meet every stroke.

“Fuck. Yes. That’s it.” The words break through every time my hips bounce off her ass. “Does it feel good, papi? Is my big, tight ass everything you dreamed about? Huh? Tell me.”

I groan above her, not used to anyone talking dirty, and not knowing what to say. “Yeah… better than anything…” I say lamely.

She clenches hard around me on the next thrust, making me see stars.

“Have you jacked off thinking about punishing my ass, baby?” she pants between moans. “Huh? For not texting you back… for making you wait… for me being too dumb to realize I’d been teasing you all those months?”

“Yes,” I admit as I gnash my teeth, slamming in harder, and feeling like I’m supposed to be punishing her based on what she’s saying. “Every fucking night.”

She moans louder when her ass rapidly flattens and then pushes me back on every brutal stroke.

“Whose ass is it, papi?” she demands, leaning into the filthy talk. “Say it.”

“Your ass is the best ass,” I growl.

She shakes her head, reaching back to grab one of her firm, plush mounds. “Uh-uh. Tell me who owns this ass, Jay? Who does it belong to?”

I drive all the way in until my pubic hair is grinding against her soft skin, stirring my cock inside her, and then hold there. “Mine?” I say, wishing I had the confidence to say it with conviction.

She shudders, continuing to clench her asshole around me.

“That’s right,” she gasps. “It’s your ass now, Jay. Fuck it. Use that big cock to ruin it for anyone else.”

Hearing her call me “papi” all night was hot in its own way, but hearing her call me Jay when she declares her ass is mine, snaps something inside me. I lose the last thread of control. I go back to slamming into her with a relentless fury. Pistoning my cock so it’s driving as deep into her bowels as I can with every stroke, she cries out with each thrust, breaking into filthy encouragements.

“Yes-yes-fuck-my-ass-and-make-me-cum-again!”

I watch her hand slip back between her legs to rub her clit again, while I pound into her. The room is nothing but a cacophony of the hard slaps of my hips into her ass, her moans, my grunts, and the lewd noises of her fingers rapidly moving back and forth over her clit, while the bedframe creaks in protest.

I can’t believe it when she’s the one to cum first, making the clenching of her asshole so tight on my cock that I can’t move. Her whole body shakes, and I can picture her pussy gushing over her fingers.

When she cries out, “Oh god, Jay, yes,” it’s too much.

Her grip is too tight to pull out, so when my body tries to lock up, I try to bury myself even deeper, groaning her name as I unload deep inside her. Blast after blast of my hot cum floods her bowels as the impossibly smooth walls massage my shaft. My hips jerk, and both of my hands are planted firmly between her shoulders, unintentionally pressing her upper body into the mattress as they support my weight.

When her grip loosens, I let myself go, laying over her back without a thought of the fact that she’s holding my entire body weight on top of her. We stay like that, trembling, with my cock buried inside her, enjoying the feeling of her plump ass under me.

She reaches back, scratching her fingers through my hair, with my head resting at the top of her back.

“Mine,” she whispers.

I want to kiss her, but it seems like way too much effort to move, and I certainly don’t want to dislodge myself from this dream come true.

“Yours,” I murmur back.

Sofia sighs contentedly, letting me lie atop her. When I finally have the strength, I pull my hips back and she groans when my softening dick slips free. With a chuckle, I roll to my side, pulling her with me, holding her against my chest. Her body fits perfectly against mine as I settle into the deep valley of her ass, and kiss the crook of her neck. I drape an arm over her waist, spreading my hand across her stomach.

“Hmmm,” she hums contentedly, then turns her head with her lips pursed. I push up on an elbow to reach over her shoulder, and meet those perfect, plush lips with my own. It’s an exhausted goodnight kiss that only lasts for a few seconds before she turns away again and I settle in behind her.

I nuzzle into her hair, and glance toward the windows. The sheer curtains show the faintest gray light starting to cresting the horizon. Dawn’s still a while off, but I didn’t realize how long we’d been at it.

“G’night,” she mutters and snuggles back more.

“Night.”

I tighten my arm around her, helping pull her closer. She murmurs something sleepy and incoherent when my hand drifts up to cup one of her breasts, just holding the soft flesh.

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