Page 112 of Dirty

“You worry about you,” he said. “And let me worry about me.”

“Okay.”

I felt pressure from him slightly penetrating me, and then it stopped.

“The question you need to ask yourself is this, my dear,” he said. “Are you ready?”

On my back, and gazing up at his shadowy silhouette, I responded. “I think so.”

Upon receiving my verbal nod of approval, he slowly forced himself into me.

Entirely.

I gulped a breath. Before I could mentally – or physically – prepare for anything more, he withdrew his hips, extracting himself from me completely.

I exhaled and then took another quick breath.

Without warning, he shoved himself into me fully, causing all the air to shoot from my lungs.

With his cock buried deep inside of me, he swept my hair away from my face and then kissed me. The kiss was sensual and aggressive, lasting for several satisfying minutes.

When our lips eventually parted, I was a mess of sexual emotion.

“Okay, now I’m ready,” he said. “And, I’m going to show you what fucking is all about.”

I didn’t realize we were in a fuck contest, but it sure sounded fun. Just to make sure he gave me his all, I offered a little nudge.

I reached to the side, grabbed a pillow in each hand, and squeezed them tight in preparation of what was sure to come.

“Bring it, you crippled old man,” I said, trying not to laugh.

It was like I’d released a rodeo bull from the gate.

The tips of his fingers dug deep into the flesh of my ass, and he began to fuck me without reservation, or much mercy.

It was wonderful.

With each stroke, I huffed a breath, trying my best to stay in rhythm with his forceful thrusts.

“Too much cock for you?” he asked.

My response came past my lips like a shot. “Excuse me?”

He pulled his hips back, paused, and then slammed it in balls-deep. “Is my cock too big?”

I exhaled. “No.”

He withdrew himself until the tip was tickling my throbbing clit.

“Are you sure?”

I gripped the pillows firmly. “Positive.”

He thrust his hips forward with so much force that it drove the air from my lungs.

“Sure?” he asked.

“Actually,” I said. “I wish it was a little bigger. But I’ll see if you can make up for it in form and stamina.”