With her legs wrapped around me

Part of me wants to slow things down and really make love to Heather, but part of me wants one more good, hard fuck first. So . . . why not try for both? I pull my arm out from under her head and push up on all fours; she grins hungrily and spreads her legs for me. I get between them and line up my little purple helmet with her sweet hole, then tell her, “Wrap your legs around my waist, love.” She looks interested and does as I say, which rotates her hips and shifts the alignment of her fucktunnel so I can go deeper in her. She crosses her ankles behind my back, and I can feel her pulling me in.

I bend down to capture Heather’s lips with mine and let my tongue out to play; she kisses me back with fervor as I slide my shaft, agonizingly slowly, into her hot, wet sheath. She pulls harder with her legs, trying to get me to move faster, but I resist her efforts and hold onto my self-control. I’ll probably give in eventually and fuck her hard and fast, but I want this time to at least start off slow and sensual. I can feel myself trembling with need as we make out. When I don’t speed up, she takes another tack to encourage me—she pulses her tunnel walls around my prick, squeezing me again and again. I moan into her mouth as I slowly, slowly bore my way into her molten core.

There’s something wonderful about making out with a woman while your cock is sheathed to the balls in her sex, and I indulge myself in the sensation for several moments before starting to move inside her. I trail kisses from Heather’s mouth down her jawline to her neck, then down her neck to her shoulder and the slope of her breast. I fuck her slowly and steadily with long, deliberate strokes, massaging the whole length of her hot, wet tunnel with my steel-hard rod. She keeps pulsing her cunt around me and fucks me back, lifting her hips to meet my thrusts. “Ohhh, Andrew, your cock feels so good in my hungry little pussy,” she purrs. “You have such a big fucking beautiful dick . . . Love my pussy right, baby, fuck me good . . . Fill me up with that beautiful thick cock—fuck that hot little pussy right . . .”

I please myself spending a while kissing around the curves of Heather’s generous peaks before capturing one of her diamond-hard summits with my teeth and sucking it deep. I fill my mouth with her supple titflesh, licking it all over and pressing my lips into it. “Fuck yeah, lover, so good . . . so good . . .” she moans. “Love my tits, baby . . . Suck my big nipples . . . Fuck my pussy and suck my big titties . . . That’s so fucking good . . . You fuck me so good . . .”

I decide to take full advantage of the work I’ve done with Coach Hammer. I lift one hand off the bed, supporting myself on one arm, and reach down into Heather’s quim to play with her pearl. She doesn’t register what I’m doing until she feels my fingers pressing her clit against my driving piston. “What the—” she gasps. “I’ve never—no one’s ever—fuck, that’s good!” I rub her clit slowly and suckle her nipple, licking it all over. I bite her nipple gently and pull, trilling my tongue on the tip, then go back to suckling it hard and fast. I open my mouth and use just my tongue, swirling it over the swollen peak, then caress it with my lips. I get as big a mouthful of boob as I can, biting very softly and rasping it with the back of my tongue, before pulling it off and suckling the nipple some more. I vary my technique on her joystick as well, now rubbing up and down, now in more of a circular motion, and occasionally pinching it lightly.

While I enjoy the work of my fingers and mouth on Heather’s perfect body, I don’t let it distract me from fucking her—if anything, it’s making it hard for me to hold back. It seems to be having a similar effect on her. “My tit—my clit—so good—so fucking good,” she pants. “Suck my tits—suckle me—rub my clit—touch me—more—more . . . Love your big cock—big fucking mommy-maker—fuck that pussy—harder, baby—harder—fuck me harder—fucking fuck that pussy—take that tight little fucking pussy—more—more—more . . . Claim me—take me—own me—make me yours . . . make me yours . . . make me fucking only yours . . .”

With that, I lose it. I raise myself up a little, pull back until just my glans is still inside her creampot, hold there a moment, and then drill her with my cock as hard as I possibly can. “Yes!” Heather hisses exultantly. I pound her pussy like a battering ram, slamming my rod home again and again at top speed and maximum force. Without conscious thought, I pick up the pace with my mouth as well, suckling her nipple hard and fast and deep. “Fuck that little pussy,” she moans. “So high, so high, so hot fucking horny . . . Do you like my pussy, baby? . . . Do you feel how wet I am for you? . . . Tell me—you like my pussy.”

I lift my head from Heather’s sweet tit to say huskily, “I love your tight, hot, wet little pussy. I love making love to you, and I love fucking you. Most of all, I love you.” I wrap my lips around her other nipple and suckle it hard and fast, lashing it with my tongue and scraping it with my teeth.

“I love you too, baby,” Heather breathes. “Take me, lover—take me with that—beautiful monster—fuck me—pound me with that big pussyhammer—so fucking good—so deep so full so hard so fucking good . . . Love your mouth on my tit while you pound my pussy—your hand on my clit—so hot, so close, don’t stop I’m so close—suck me hard, fuck me hard, just don’t stop don’t stop don’teverstop . . . Make me cum, lover, I’m so close, fuck me make me cum . . .”

“You like that cock, sexy girl?” I ask her. I know the answer, of course, but I love hearing it.

“I love your big—thick cock—pounding—my hot little pussy,” she moans.

“You like being fucked by a man who can satisfy you?” I ask.

“I love it—” Heather gasps, her breath coming shorter now. “Real fucking man—big fucking horse cock—so good—so close—so high, so hot, so close—so fucking close—fucking me out of my mind—”

“Cum for me, love,” I urge her. “Cum on my dick. Let me see you cum, let me feel you—let me see you go crazy for me. Cum so hard, all you can think about is my cock in your pussy. Lose control and cum for me.”

“Cum with me,” she pants. “Want to—feel your cum—feel your hot load . . . Cum with me—make me cum—”

Heather’s words are enough to send both of us over the edge. I bury my cock to the hilt in her one last time as our climaxes hit like freight trains colliding at full speed. She arches her back and howls like a wolf in heat, her legs tightening around me, as her body trembles and her pussy goes into wild spasms around my prick; I suck her boob deep into my mouth, my body goes rigid, and my balls send gout after gout of cum rocketing into Heather’s hot, wet depths. The moment feels almost eternal as we keep cumming and cumming together.

When I finally pull out, Heather puts her legs down and I lie down next to her. She rolls up on her side into a spooning position and I wrap my arms around her. Heather twists around a little to pull a sheet up over us and snuggles into me. “That was incredible, lover,” she purrs sleepily. “If practice makes perfect, I can’t wait to see what ‘perfect’ looks like—I’ve already never been so well fucked.” After a few moments, she continues, “I love your cock . . . I love having your arms wrapped around me . . . your hands holding my big titties like they’re precious . . . hold me, baby . . . hold me tight . . . I love you . . .”

I squeeze Heather’s big melons gently and kiss her neck; she moans softly. “I love you, too, baby,” I whisper in her ear. She hums quietly in pleasure as she drifts off in my arms. I bury my face in her hair and breathe in her scent as I follow her swiftly into sleep.