Fatal Attraction Vol. 2 by P.A. Jones Page A

over it. God, it made me wet between my thighs. I couldn't believe myself; I just had sex with him and was ready to get to sleep. And now, automatically, I was getting ready for another fuck.
    "I can't ride you again. You have to work your way this time, pussy." I teased him again. I wanted him to be the man now.
    He jumped out of the bed and looked at me for a moment, like he was thinking something, maybe a way to fuck me. Was he? He smiled at me and pulled my legs to the edge of the bed.  I didn't really care how he was going to fuck me. My thighs were already sprinkling for him. My inside was craving his cock. Its thickness was calling me from inside, and the only thing I wanted was that moment when his manhood was inside me.
    "I doubt you’ll ever call me pussy again after I'm done with you." His voice was full of mystery. What was he going to do? He lifted me up by placing his hands on my waist. I was like a pillow for him. When he lifted me, his biceps popped out. I licked my lips. I wished I could lick his biceps and then go down to lick his huge manhood.
    "Where are you taking me?" My mind raced to think about all the various places he could fuck me. The bathroom? Or shower? I wondered if he could fuck me in the bathtub. That would be relaxing, in the hot water.
    "Come on, babe, wrap your legs around me," he demanded.
    "What?" Was he going to fuck me standing up? I had never tried that before. Hell, my ex was so dull that he never fucked me anywhere button the bed. Though, I had always imagined many places where he could have fucked me. Now I had my mystery man to take care of that.
    "Do as I say no questions." He raised his voice. His voice was commanding, like he had talked to many people and convinced them to do something.
    I instinctively did what he asked. I sat on his manhood after wrapping my legs around his waist. Damn, it felt good. His cock filled me like it was made to complete me. I moved my hips to get a good grip on him.
    “Stay like that. If you move, I won’t fuck you.”His words were sharp and I froze in position. I was afraid that if I didn’t obey, he would do exactly what he had just said.
    He walked while holding me in his hands. I closed my eyes, as his cock moved inside me, rocking my world. A moment later my back touched something hard and cold. It was the wall.
    "What are you doing?"
    He loosed his hands from my back, now I was pinched in between his rock hard body and a cold wall. His hands moved up, touching my breasts. He grabbed my arms and pinned them against the wall. I was completely at his mercy now. And his cock was intriguing me with every small move he made around me.
    My breath choked inside my throat as he slowly moved his hips. "Fuck. You fucking bastard." The words flew out of my mouth like water from a burst dam.
    His every stroke was reaching through the length of me. It was a crazy mixture of the wall behind my back, his hands pinned on my arms and his cock reaching deeper and deeper. It was a tantalizing feeling. It was awesomely painful. With every stroke, his speed was increasing, and soon, I was at the point where I couldn’t take anymore.
    "Please, slow down.” I cried in pain. He was wrecking me. The pain was spreading across my body like nothing I had ever felt before.
    Then he slowed down a bit, but he was still pushing deep inside me. It was different kind of feeling now. Something I had wanted for so long. It was more than completion. It was like I was made for this. My whole being was meant for him to fuck. We were like one body and my vagina was made for his cock only.
    His hips were in motion now. I could see the sweat forming around his forehead. He was working hard to please me and show me that he was a man. I got it, he was the dominator now.
    "Can I kiss you...now..." I wanted to kiss those plump luscious lips and suck them hard.
    He didn't reply he just pushed deeper. I couldn't hold it anymore. The friction was killing me, my inside was begging for