my face.
“You’re just so fucking beautiful, Penny. So fucking amazing. And right now, you’re all mine.”
I’m struck by the possessive tone of his voice, yet thrilled with it at the same time. In a rash motion I jolt up and wrap my hands around his neck. “Then fuck me,” I whisper in his ear.
His hands fly to my waist and he flips us over. I’m straddling him. He grabs my hair and pulls me down, kissing me again. The scorching heat of his tongue is driving me crazy with desire. I start gyrating my hips back and forth, rubbing against his cock through my panties. It’s such a sinful feeling.
Rich groans into my mouth. I can feel him getting even thicker. I’m undeniably turned on, swollen and wet for him. But with his shaft so close to my body, I feel a tiny tinge of fear. He’s just so big.
Rich presses his hands into my waist and lifts me a little. I hover over him, hesitating. He senses it. “Ahh… I don’t want to hurt you,” he whispers.
The concern sends a new wave of arousal cascading through me. A heady excitement replaces the fear. “Don’t worry,” I assure him. “You won’t.”
“You’re in control at first,” he encourages. “Go slow.” He pulls my panties to one side, exposing my enflamed folds. I tuck my fingers around his cock to position him below me. He tenses as his erection brushes against the inside of my leg, and I let out a small whimper as I lower myself onto the crest of his dick.
“Go… slow…” he reminds me. I bite my lip and nod. I lower myself cautiously onto him, and then ease back, acclimating my body to the feel of his thick shaft inside me. Rich’s breaths come hollow beneath me. His eyes are closed, his arms straight. He’s gripping the fabric of the covers in clenched fists.
“My God,” he whispers. “Penny, you’re so fucking tight.”
“You’re so big,” I say lustily, sliding farther down. Every inch seems to stretch me to my very limit, until I’m afraid I can’t take more of him in. He brings one hand up and gently brushes my cheek. I exhale and let myself fully relax, then sink the remainder of the way onto him. I gasp at the delicious sensation of him filling me to my very brim.
“Good girl,” Rich says, his voice threaded with distress. I can see the strain in his eyes, see how hard he’s trying to hold back his own desire. His thumb presses against the top of my clit, and he begins to massage it in tiny, soft circles. “Remember. You’re in control for now.”
I give a wicked smile, and begin to glide rhythmically over him. My movements are slow and measured, at first. Each one sends a subdued pulse of pleasure through my body. My breathing match the rhythm I’m keeping. Rich’s thumb continues to graze over my clit, beckoning me with the promise of sexual gratification, the promise of what he can give me. I start to moan as my rocking becomes more forceful, as my body adjusts to the stretched feeling inside me.
“Yes, baby,” Rich croons. I can hear the desire simmering at the edge of his voice. “Just like that. Just like that. Oh my God! That feels so good.” His lustful breathing matches mine. “Now, just a little bit faster.”
I comply. Spurred on by his groans, I start to move faster, rocking up and down over his hard shaft. My core tightens, but it’s a good feeling. I can’t help but gasp as I take him all the way in, then back out, over and over again.
Pleasure spikes through my synapses. I draw him deeper, wrapping my body around his powerful cock. I start moaning as my motions become unrestrained.
He responds instantly, hardening within me even more. His fingers dig into my hips, aiding my movements. His hands urge me to go faster. I let him take over.
My hands go to his chest and I ride him in the moonlight. My whimpers and gasps combine with his louder grunts. The room is transformed into a symphony of sex. Sweat mists over his torso. My fingers dance all over his body, gripping, sliding, and fighting for feeling as I rock above him. Lacy threads of pleasure converge within my core, the first hint of the oncoming orgasm.
Rich murmurs heated words in my ear. He’s telling me how hot he is for me, telling me how good it