A Night Never Boring...
Sunset moaned.
The air was thick and hot, the smells of sex and sweat hanging permeating the bedroom air. Pleasure tingled throughout her body in waves of electric tingles, building up especially in and around her nether lips as they gripped and pushed against the foreign object that had parted them.
Another thrust. The orange-skinned lady hissed with satisfaction before finally releasing the rest of the breath as a sharp exhale, taking in a deep breath shortly thereafter. He was big. It was one of the many things she loved about their nights like this; one of the many things she looked forward to. He already had the looks, the heart, and the compassion to have wooed her several times over, but what was between his legs…
“FFFFuuuuuuck…”
…Was just icing atop the cake.
More deep breaths. As his weight settled over top of her, she could feel him pull back again, the man waiting several anticipation-filled moments before lurching forth again, another wet, meaty slap filling the air as yet another wave of pleasure shot through the red and yellow-haired woman. Although her deepest depths had not yet been reached, she knew that she would not have very long to wait. He was always like this… taking things slow at the beginning.
It seemed innocuous enough at first when they had rolled in the hay the first time. She figured he might just have been shy; it was their first time together, so maybe he was just trying to test the waters—see what was okay, and what wasn’t. As the minutes had ticked by, however, she found herself wishing that he would go just a bit faster. As even more minutes inched past her, she found herself begging him in her mind to go faster. But he had continued that slow, methodical pace… all the way until she spoke up.
Her simple question had only elicited a smile from his chiseled face. “Just remember… you wanted this,” he had said. Suddenly, it was as though her entire world was rocked; his thrusts began to come thick and fast, sending the length of his ruinous spear through her with vigor she had never known before. She had not hardy had any time to react before her breath left her, and she was gripping the bedsheets out of pure, unadulterated ecstasy. That monstrous cock had taken her that night, and she would never forget it.
And, a part of her began to think, as time went on, that such had been his plan all along.
It was his strategy. His game. As his member slowly slid in and out of her pussy, he was slowly knocking down what few walls remained in her mind—making her want him. Need him. She would try to resist for as long as possible—try to show her resolve as he stared her in the eye with that powerful smolder. But, inevitably… she would be left feeling dissatisfied after too long. He had something she wanted, and he knew it. He used it to its maximum possible effect each and every time, slowly penetrating her walls, slowly bringing himself to hilt, and slowly pulling it all back out. Sometimes, a heavy thrust or two would give her a taste of what she could have if she only surrendered—if she only gave in to what she wanted. But, being the stubborn lady she was, she would not let him have his way with quite such ease.
Besides, she had something he wanted, too.
That smile came again as he lidded his eyes, looking down into her emerald gaze as another slow thrust came forth. She only returned it with one of her own, slowly tracing a finger along the length of his chest. “What’s the matter there, Sunset?” he asked in a low, husky voice. “Everything alright? Everything… satisfactory?”
The orange-skinned woman chuckled, crossing her arms momentarily. “Oh, I’m great. You having fun in Snailtown up there? I’ve seen two-legged cows go faster than this.”
He rose to his knees, keeping himself buried inside of her as he began to thumb at the nipple of one of her breasts. More electrical tingles of pleasure began to shoot through her, the woman biting her lip as she tried to suppress another moan. “Too slow for your tastes? A shame… I can always stop, if you’d like me to.”
“And leave your lover dissatisfied?” Sunset grinned smarmily. “What kind of a boyfriend does that?”
“One who’s clearly not doing well enough for his girlfriend,” he grinned back, crossing his arms. “You said it yourself.”
Sunset laughed, shaking her head. “No I didn’t! I said that I’ve seen two-legged cows go faster than you!”
“Same spirit,” he said with a chuckle. “I guess we can just call it a night, then… I’ll go ahead and get the shower running. Sorry I couldn’t perform to your liking.” He began to pull himself out of her, removing his giant length from her cunny with little fanfare before stretching out, and getting up.
“W-Wait,” Sunset raised her eyebrows. He’d never done that before. Their back-and-forth banter was a commonality, but for him to just pull out and walk away like that?
Her nether petals were screaming for him as the electrical tingles subsided, a phantom sensation falling over her body as it asked—begged, for more. Sunset sat up, looking over at the man who was now walking in the direction of the bathroom. “H-Honey,” she called out. “I-Is that… is that really all? Are you actually just going to stop?”
The man halted. Turning his head to give her a sidelong glance, he smirked. “I didn’t perform to your liking. It’d be disrespectful to you to continue on if I can’t satisfy you. I’ll just go ahead and get the shower going for you, and make myself useful.”
Sunset shook her head, rising from the bed and scampering over to him. “Honey…” she said as she walked up behind him, pressing her breasts into his back as she looked up into his eyes. “Please… please don’t just stop; I…”
And then it clicked.
This was all a part of his plan. His little game he played.
A new fire came to his eyes as he turned around. “Oh…” he cooed softly, his low, husky baritone returning. “So you want more, do you? I thought I wasn’t doing well enough… what is it that you want, mh~?”
Sunset tried to regain her confident and matching energy, she crossed her arms, shifting her weight to one leg as she looked at him—but her arousal was clouding her mind. She always got like this when he began to display this fire—this passion for her. “I… I want…”
“What? I can’t quite hear you, love… could you speak up a bit?” he crooned, beginning to walk forward towards her. Sunset began to slowly backpedal, putting one leg back behind the other until they hit the foot of the bed. He was now towering over her, his arms crossed as a smug, confident grin rested upon his face. He had her exactly where he wanted her—and Sunset knew.
“I want you… to…”
“Want me to what~?”
Sunset took in a deep, steadying breath. She was excited. She could barely keep the smile off of her lips as her nethers tingled in anticipation of what was to come. Her heartbeat quickened, and a warmth began to spread through her body that was nothing short of satisfying. “I… want you… to fuck me…”
“Mmmmh… but I was fucking you, dearest…” the man hummed. “Perhaps you want it a different way~? Why don’t you tell me, mh? I can’t do it how you like it unless you tell me…”
Sunset sighed in mock-frustration, looking up into his eyes with one last final look of resolve. “I want you to fuck me. Hard. I want you to ravage me, leave me ruined in a puddle of my own sweat. I want you to—”
Before she could even process what was happening, the man had forcefully turned her around with his arms, eliciting a small squeak from the woman as she her vision was suddenly spun around. Her eyes soon from level with the curtains to level with her bedsheets, her body having been forcibly bent over as her thighs were pressed firmly against the bed. She barely had any time to regain her bearings before that thick, heavy, ruinous pole prodded at her pussy, like a beast poking at its meal. “That was all you had to say, honey~”
With a sudden lurch forward, he penetrated her sacred flower, sending himself so deep within her that a sharp, almost pained gasp cut through the air as Sunset’s eyes lolled upward. Pleasure, pure and unadulterated, satisfied the calls of her lower petals again, but this time in amounts that were far greater than before. The man then pulled back, but not for long as he thrust forth with power, savoring the feeling of the hard texture of his cock against her milking, clenching walls.
“Mmmmmmh…” he growled as he bent over, pushing her torso into the bed with a hand while he brought his lips to her ear. “How’s that feel, hm~? That any better~?”
Sunset did not even have time to nod her head before another powerful lurch filled her as full as one could be filled, sending another pleasure-filled cry into the air from the orange-skinned woman. Thrust after surging thrust came forth from her lover and into her, his slickened tip beginning to kiss the entrance to her womb with each successive motion. “AHHHHH!!!!” she cried out, her enraptured voice cracking somewhat as she called out and into the bedroom. “FFFFFUUUUUUUUCK!!!!”
“Thaaaat’s right,” the man purred as he grabbed her arms, pinning the two appendages behind her back and beginning to press his weight down and onto her back with a hand. “Was that so hard, honey? Mmmmmrgh… was that so difficult? All you had to do was tell me what you wanted… all you had to do was submit!” His thrusts sent wave after wave of fiery pleasure through her naked form, the woman barely being able to get a word out edgewise as a combination of deep breaths, passionate moans, and sharp exhales occupied her voice. The wholly blissful experience of being bent over, forced down, and bred like some common whore was electrifying to the lady—all the more so when she considered who was doing it.
Because he loved her. He showed it every day in all kinds of ways, both big and little. It was when they would wake up together, and he would groggily kiss her as he whispered good morning; it was when they would come home from work, and he would already have dinner going, singing to himself as though no one else was around before eagerly making his way to the door to lift her up and into the air, twirling around with her as he hugged her tightly. It was in the way he felt comfortable being his complete and total self around, with all of the little quirks and oddities and goofiness attached—it was in everything.
Sunset’s ass jiggled and shook with each successive slap that pounded into her; and as the minutes began to tick by, she could feel herself inching closer, and closer, and closer to the finish line. “YYYYEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!” she called out. “FUCK ME! BREED ME! MAKE ME YOURS! MAKE ME YOOOOUUUUUUURS!!!!”
And he obliged. Goodness did he ever oblige. Had he gone any harder, she was certain that she would have bruised. His low, pleasured growls and throaty hums came more and more with each passing minute—sounds that Sunset did so love to hear. “Hhhhhhffffhhffgh… fuck… look at how hard you make me… look at how fucking hard you make your love…” he said through gritted teeth as he pressed down on her even harder. “You’re so fucking sexy… so fucking beautiful. FFFFFuck… I’m gonna give you what you fucking deserve… the love you fucking need…”
Sunset could feel it coming. She was close—and she knew he was too. As her body was forced into the bed again and again and again, she began to try to push back. With each thrust that came, she did what she could to jut her ass out just that little bit that she could to meet his slams, sending her butt into his groin as he was forced that much deeper into her depths. Her womb was being slammed into now, a sensation which sent bits of pain that slowly began to morph into pleasure all throughout her quivering form. She wanted him—goodness did she ever want him…
…And she did not have much longer to wait.
“HhhhhhHHHhffFFffgh…” the man growled again. Hhhhhfffgonna fucking cum in you, Sunset! Gonna fucking flood you! Here it comes! You’re MINE! Fucking MINE!!!!”
And then, in a moment of undeniable ecstasy… they came.
It happened at the exact same moment. Gushes of her honey began to shoot out and around his cock, and onto the bedsheets below, while rope after thick, virile rope of his searing hot seed began to fire through her cunny. It gave her a sensation of bliss and joy unlike any other—to be cummed in, to be claimed, marked by someone she so adored. Before long, his semen was beginning to leak out of her as he pumped her as full as she could be, all while she cried his name into the night.
And then… unceremoniously, the shouting stopped. The calling, the slaps, the growling, the wet slaps… all of it ceased. The only noise to be heard anymore was the sound of two lovers panting, trying to regain their breath as they came to stillness. Sunset’s lover lay down upon her, letting her arms go free, and releasing the pressure upon her back. She could feel his heartbeat race—she really had given him a long run.
“I love you…” he murmured into her ear as he planted a kiss on the top of her head. “So, so much…”
“Mmmmh…” Sunset hummed blissfully as she did her best to work her way onto her side, pulling her love’s head close to give him a kiss on his warm lips. She stayed there for several moments, simply locking him in place with that kiss as time temporarily came to a standstill. Eventually, she broke away, gasping for breath once more before smiling into his eyes as she cupped one of his cheeks with a hand. “I love you too…”
“You had me going there for a little bit,” he chuckled, shaking his head. “I thought I was going to have to let you win this one, and just pin and fuck you anyway.”
“I had you going??” Sunset laughed aloud. “I couldn’t believe it when you pulled out of me like that! I was thinking I had actually done or said something to upset you!”
“Oh please,” the man tittered. “You couldn’t do that when we’re bantering like so—you’d have to try reeeeaaaal hard.”
“Harder than you just fucked me~?” Sunset bit her lip with a naughty smile.
Her lover only chuckled. “Much, much harder… and that’s pretty hard, my enchanting flower…
For a few moments, they simply lay there in bliss, slowly, surely catching their breath as the bedroom air began to cool again, and their bodies began to adjust. It was just another night in their lives… another fun, hot, sexy night. “Honey?” Sunset eventually asked, turning to face her love once again.
“Yes, love?”
“About that shower…”