his bucking ass and grabbed on tight. He reared back, grunted, and sank balls deep.
On each stroke, she moaned louder. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” she chanted over and over.
His orgasm gathered incredible power. He shook with the knowledge that this would be a completion like no other.
“Summer,” he groaned into her neck. He needed her to say it, but lust scrambled his ability to speak.
Maybe she read his mind, or maybe she was the perfect female. He didn’t know, but she covered his face, chin, and neck with kisses and urged him on.
“Your cock feels so good. I love the way you fuck me. Please come, Arnie. Inside me. I need to feel it,” she whimpered.
He reared back, put his hands in the crook of her knees, and pushed until she was open and at the mercy of his thrusting cock.
Pleasure engulfed his senses, and he grunted and gasped. His cock swelled unbearably, and at the end of a fierce plunge, he exploded. Summer gasped and arched. Unless he was hallucinating, her unbelievable pussy climaxed again and milked his cock as he bathed her insides with his essence.
7
Summer couldn’t move. When her powerful lover finally climaxed, she was pinned beneath Arnie’s big, solid body with her knees up by her ears. When an unexpected orgasm ripped through her, she surrendered to the moment and experienced unimaginable pleasure.
In the aftermath, she tried to catch her breath and thought about what they just did. Their wicked interlude was shockingly accurate to a fantasy she had.
Did her fantasy include doing it without protection? She cringed. What the hell was she thinking?
He moved, and a second later, she felt him leave her body. A warm flood leaked out of her quivering pussy. Evidence of the passion they shared. She searched her feelings and couldn’t find anything to be ashamed of. He did as she asked. When he lost it and claimed her with ferocious passion, Summer wanted him to find his climax inside her. She begged for it. Remembering the way his beautiful fat cock throbbed was immensely satisfying despite the act being mind-bogglingly stupid.
Wrapped in a post-coital bubble of sexy warmth, they cuddled and cooed on the doublewide lounge. She basked in the pleasure of his praise. He loved fucking her. Loved how she fucked him back. Nothing was more satisfying than hearing she was sexy and hot. He couldn’t get enough of her pussy and wanted to do it again as soon as she could take more.
Take more? Was he kidding? What they just did was so erotically primitive and powerful that she couldn’t wait to do it again. And again. But first, there was one little problem. It was January, they were naked, and while Arnie’s big body was a source of warmth, it wasn’t enough.
Squirming just enough to shift her torso, Summer curled both arms against her chest and huddled against him. She shivered, and his embrace tightened. Placing a soft kiss on his neck, she whispered, “I’m cold.”
The words were barely out of her mouth before she yelped with surprise as her golden Adonis scooped her up and marched inside the bungalow. He went straight to the bathroom and lowered her onto the tile floor.
“Not enough room in the tub, so a shower it is. Grab a pile of towels, would you, babe? I’ll get the water started. Do you like it hot and steamy?”
With expressions like hot and steamy having a new meaning, Summer fought the urge to light a match and restart their sex bonfire. As it was, she snorted inelegantly, winced when the sound bounced off the tile walls, and tried covering her mouth, but it was too late. Arnie’s wicked smirk let her know they were thinking the same thing.
“I like it hot,” she said with a possessive glance at his naked body. The powerful set of his wide shoulders and his broad, muscular chest tempted her beyond belief, but she knew if she touched him, they’d be on each other in a heartbeat. The very real possibility of ending up on the cool tile floor with her legs over his incredible shoulders might sound like a good idea, but each time Summer moved, she was reminded of her inexperience. There was some truth to the stories she heard from her gal friends about how a good old-fashioned slam fuck made it hard to walk.
Hard. There was another word with a new meaning. Her eyes drifted south and admired Arnie’s manhood. He had