On a Cold Evening

Part Six

He dragged her lower body towards his face and feasted on her pussy. Flora moaned loudly as he licked her clit, taking the tiny hooded bud between his lips and suckled gently. She bucked her hips as he licked and rubbed his tongue across her cunt.

"I'm cumming" she groaned as she threw her head back, her eyes rolling into her head as she moaned. She pressed his head against her pussy, urging him on as she rode the waves of her orgasm.

He continued to lick and suck diligently, licking up her juices as they came. Her core clenched and spasmed as he ate, lubricating her entrance...ready to be plundered.

"You taste amazing" He whispered as he finally removed his head from between her thighs. He brushed his lips against hers, giving her a taste of his meal. She pulled him in, and they soon began to kiss each other.

Greg pulled away, and took a few minutes to turn on his MP4 player. Within seconds, The Weekend's song, Earned it, thrummed loudly in the dimly lit room.

He climbed over her and kissed her as his hand caressed her chest, rubbing her sensitive nipples. Flora pulled him closer, wanting him to take her now. She was dripping wet, and wanted his cock inside her now. The sensual tempo of the music set the mood even more, making her crave his touch against her skin.

She stroked his dick, rubbing up and down his rock hard length. She pushed him off slightly and posed on all fours, waiting for him to invade her pussy. Taking her cue, Greg gently let the head of his dick rub against her entrance, moaning lightly as he felt how slippery and wet her pussy was.

He pushed in slowly, groaning loudly as her sweet wet cunt enveloped his length. He pushed until his balls hit against her clit. He pulled out gently, and pushed back in, watching as her wetness spread higher with each thrust.

He continued to thrust in slowly, but Flora pushed her ass back, trying to get him to pick up the tempo. He continued to thrust slowly, refusing to let his passions overtake him. Sometimes, he wanted to thrust into her hard but he feared that he might hurt her. The thought that he wanted to fuck her until she bore his mark scared him. On more than one occasion, he had imagined pounding into her, and spanking her until she could no longer walk straight. He wanted to leave his mark on every part of her so that any man who looked at her would know that she belonged to him.

Flora groaned in frustration as she tried and failed to get Greg to fuck her harder. She pushed her ass back, but he only pressed her into the bed and thrust into her at his own pace. She wanted more! Tired of trying to give him a hint, she pushed him off and walked angrily to the bathroom.

Greg stared after her in confusion, wondering what had happened. Had he hurt her somehow? He had thought that he was being gentle, but maybe he has let his fantasies lose.

"Flora, what's wrong?" Greg asked as he peaked into the bathroom. He found her staring into the mirror angrily.

"What do you mean what's wrong, Greg? I have been trying to show you what I want, but you just want to do what pleases you instead," She continued, her voice breaking as tears began to gather in her eyes.

Greg continued to stare in confusion, and it didn't help that his dick was still hard or that she was still completely naked. Her ass begged to be grabbed and he just wanted to dig his fingers into them.

"Greg, I know that you love me, but I am not made of glass. You can touch me, you know? I'm not going to break!" She continued.

Greg, raised a brow in question, still confused at her angry tirade. He thought he pleasured her, and the idea that she might find him lacking hurt his ego.

"But I touch you" He responded, feeling his heart twitch with hurt. No man wanted to hear that he was underperforming in bed.

"Not like I want," She replied gently, rubbing her hand against his cheek. As she looked into his eyes, she felt her heart ache for him. She hated that she had to hurt his feelings, but this was one minor issue that might grow into a bigger one as their relationship progressed.

"So, what do you want?"

"I want you to fuck me..."

"But I..." Greg interrupted, sure he had misheard her. What did she mean? He fucked her every chance he got.

"No, baby. You make love to me. There is a difference. I want you to fuck me...hard. Bang me, spank me hard enough to leave bruises, choke me, and talk dirty to me. In short, rough handle me." With every word that left her mouth, Greg felt his member stiffen even further. It wasn't just that she was validating every fantasy he had ever had of her, she was asking him to do them to her.

As she spoke, she grabbed his dick, stirring him even further. He grinded his teeth as his balls tightened. This woman had no idea what she had just signed up to.

"Get down on your knees" He ordered, and like an obedient slave, she knelt down. Staring up at him as her big beautiful eyes became clouded by arousal.

He held her face and guided the tip of his dick between her lips, ordering her to open up for him. He thrust in gently at first, then remembered her words. He suddenly picked up the pace and fucked her face as she fought hard not to gag. She braced her hand against his thigh, as he thrust into her mouth mercilessly.

He pushed her braids off her face as he slowed again, giving her some time to breathe. She stroked his balls gently, massaging his thigh as he pulled his dick out of her mouth.

Greg pushed her against the wall, and as she stood with her arms high against the wall, and her ass thrown back like a thief at the point of arrest, her heart beat erratically, excitement building steadily in her blood. Her pussy was producing moisture at an alarming rate, a tiny bead already rolling down the inside of her thigh as Greg panted and breathed heavily against her neck.

"You want me to fuck you senseless, don't you?" He asked, his voice like warm chocolate traveling down her spine and making her legs shake in anticipation.

"Yes, baby" She replied, and he responded with a loud smack against her ass.

"It's, yes daddy, to you" He replied as he slowly pushed into her pussy, parting her plump booty so that he could see her sleek folds. Flora moaned loudly, her voice echoing against the white tiled walls of the bathroom.

Before she could catch her breath, Greg began to pound into her aggressively, thrusting in and out rhythmically. She placed a hand behind her, trying to get him to slow down, but they had long since crossed the line. She had asked, and his only mission was to give her exactly what she wanted.

"Daddy!" She screamed as her pussy gripped him with each deep thrust. He slapped her ass again, and as she screamed, he grabbed her throat, stifling the sound before she could finish. As she fought to breathe, he pounded even harder. The sound of flesh meeting flesh resounding in the enclosed room, as her wetness dripped and coated his sac.

Greg suddenly released her neck and sucked deeply at the junction between her neck and shoulder, making Flora release a loud cry of pleasure.

"You pussy is mine" He roared as he pushed even further than she thought possible. Flora rose on her tip toes as the pressure in her womb became nearly unbearable. She had asked him to go deeper, but he had shifted her womb instead.

"Yes, daddy. My pussy is yours" She cried, and screamed as he pulled her away from the wall and bent her so that she touched her toes.

He picked his pace again, grinding his waist as the blunt tip of his penis harassed her uterus. Flora felt her pussy clench as blinding lights danced before her vision, her pussy becoming even sleeker from her release.

Greg groaned louder, fighting but losing the battle for control. His balls tightened and his core hardened further as his release came upon him. He pulled out as he stroked his dick, turning Flora around so that her face was on the same level with his shaft.

With one loud cry, he burst his load on her face. Rubbing the pink blunt tip of his penis against her cheek as warm semen poured out in streams.

They both breathed harshly from exertion as their heart rates finally went back to normal. None of them spoke as they tried to process the sudden shift in their relationship.

Greg was satisfied and happy that his girlfriend wanted what he wanted and was willing to indulge his fantasies while Flora wondered if she had bitten off a bit more than she could chew. Had he had this inside him all along? She feared that she might no longer be able to handle the monster she had unleashed.