I Need His Cock #MasturbationMonday

“I know what you need. You need my cock.”

He pulled me into position – my back into his front, my ass pressed against his pelvis. He grabbed some lube and slathered it over his cock. As he pushed through sticky, tender folds, I gasped in pure pleasure.

“It has been too long. Oh God, please fuck me, Daddy.”

I was slumped forward, already exhausted from the previous bit of orgasmic play. He grabbed my shoulder and pulled my body back towards him. His grip was firm and warm. His thrust was steady and sure.

I arched my back to help him go deeper. He was nearly silent while I moaned with each stroke of his cock.

A gentle burning was building deep in my body. It threatened to overwhelm my senses. My back arched as I cried out. My pussy spasmed around his cock. The first g-spot orgasm.

He pulled me closer. His thick fingers tweaked and pinched my nipple. Steady as a metronome, he never stopped fucking me even as I cried out and thrashed against him. My nipples burned in time with the molten pulse building back up in my core.

I screeched as my cunt clamped down around his shaft again. The second g-spot orgasm.

Now he growled. Satisfaction. Need. Pleasure. I heard it all in that sound. He snaked a hand through my hair, jerking my head back. With the other, he grabbed my breast, holding on hard. He pounded into my body over and over again. For a brief moment, he released me to smack my cheek. My eyes rolled back in my head. I collapsed forward, ignoring the sting in my scalp as he continued to use my hair as a set of reins.

With little warning, I felt my body seize and spasm once again, squeezing his cock in a stranglehold grip. I whimpered as the burning enveloped me one more time. The third g-spot orgasm.

I lost all sense of time. I wondered how much longer he could last, whether he’d continue until we both collapsed with fatigue.

He pulled me back against him, spread my legs so that my left leg draped over his hip, and gently strummed my clit like a harp. That final climax around his shaft was enough. With a roar, he thrust one final time, coming longer and harder than I can ever remember.

Welcome to Masturbation Monday! If you don’t know, this is part two from one evening of yummy orgasmic fun (click the very first line of the post to read the first part). G-spot orgasms aren’t typical for me, and certainly not three when we’re fucking. Needless to say, we both slept very well that night. Okay, enough about me. Go forth and read more erotic smut, and make sure to find time today to rub one out.