Pull her hair

“Be careful what you wish for, vixen,” I growl. I reach forward, grab a thick lock of hair, and pull. Her head comes up and back as I thrust. Dayna barely has time to react before I bottom out in her tight cunt, stretching her posterior fornix. Her body tenses up and she screams at the top of her lungs. Her orgasm this time is epic. Her scream goes on until she runs out of breath. Her inner walls spasm hard enough to be painful to me, and she cums for an astonishingly long time.

Dayna’s wet enough I can keep fucking her through her climax without even slowing down. I hook my free hand around her thigh. As soon as she sounds coherent, I touch her clit. Her voice spirals upward. I press down and rub, and she loses it with a shriek. I keep pounding her tight hole like a battering ram and rubbing her button with a fingertip or two. “This is what you asked for, minx,” I tell her. “Do you like it now you’ve gotten it? I’m gonna fuck you silly, and all you can do is enjoy it until I’m ready to be done. Is that what you wanted?”

I don’t know how much life is left in my mattress, but it will be significantly less by the time Dayna leaves my apartment. The same goes for my bedframe, which is complaining bitterly that I’ve never treated it this way before, so why start now? I don’t care. I fuck Dayna harder. “Better—better—better—” she gasps. “Never imagined—so good—that spot—so fucking good—never knew it was—there . . . love you pulling my hair—makes me feel like your dirty girl who needs a good fucking . . . your dirty girl loves your cock, sir—make my little pussy—feel so good—have your way with me . . . so good . . .”

“If you love how I’m fucking you, dirty girl, show me,” I growl. “Cum hard for me. Cum hard on my cock. Let me feel you lose control—let me feel you cum for me. Cum so hard you scream my name.”

“I—I—I—I—” Dayna gasps. “Fuck—fuck—fuck—fuck—fuck—I—I—I—I—Iain!”

I don’t need to cum yet. There’s time for at least one more position before I fill her up.