Chapter 344
**Sara**
I watched hungrily as he tore the condom packet with his teeth and rolled the latex down his impressive length.
"Fuck, I forgot how big your cock is," I murmured, licking my lips as I watched him stroke himself a few times.
"Did you?" He smirked, positioning himself between my legs. "Let me refresh your memory."
The blunt head of his cock pressed against my entrance, teasing me with shallow thrusts that barely penetrated. I whimpered, trying to pull him deeper with my legs.
"Stop teasing," I demanded, digging my nails into his shoulders.
"So impatient," he chided, but the strain in his voice betrayed his own desperation. "I want to savor this. A whole fucking week without your tight pussy was torture."
"Less talking, more fucking," I growled, reaching between us to guide him inside me.
Tom caught my wrist, pinning it above my head. "I'll fuck you when I'm good and ready."
"And when's that gonna be? Next century?"
His response was to thrust forward, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth motion. The sudden fullness made me gasp, my back arching off the bed.
"Fuck!" I cried out, my body stretching to accommodate his size. "Holy shit."
"That shut you up," he said smugly, remaining perfectly still inside me. "Feel good?"
"Would feel better if you moved," I gritted out, squirming beneath him.
He pulled out slowly, almost completely withdrawing, before slamming back in with enough force to make the headboard knock against the wall. My tits bounced with the impact, drawing his attention.
"Look at these perfect fucking tits," he groaned, lowering his head to capture one nipple between his lips. He sucked hard while establishing a rhythm with his hips, deep, measured thrusts that had me seeing stars.
"Oh god," I moaned, threading my fingers through his hair to hold him against my breast. "Fuck, that feels so good."
He released my nipple with a wet pop, moving to give the other one the same treatment. "Missed these tits," he mumbled against my skin. "Missed this pussy more."
His pace increased, hips snapping against mine with growing urgency. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure radiating through me, my pussy clenching around him as he hit that perfect spot deep inside.
"Harder," I demanded, meeting his thrusts with my own. "Fuck me harder, Tom."
"So fucking bossy," he laughed but obliged, driving into me with renewed vigor. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, punctuated by our moans and gasps.
Suddenly, he pulled out completely, leaving me empty and confused.
"What the fuck?" I protested, trying to pull him back.
"Turn over," he commanded, his voice brooking no argument. "On your hands and knees."
I scrambled to comply, positioning myself as instructed. I felt exposed and vulnerable with my ass in the air, my pussy wet and wanting.
Tom ran his hands over the curve of my ass, squeezing appreciatively.
I gasped as Tom's hand connected with my ass, sending a delicious sting across my skin. The pain quickly melted into pleasure that radiated straight to my core.
"This ass has been haunting my dreams," he said, delivering another slap that made me jolt forward. "So fucking perfect."
"You're obsessed," I teased, wiggling my hips to entice him further.
"Damn right, I am." His fingers dug into the flesh of my ass, spreading me open. I felt exposed, vulnerable, and impossibly turned on. "Look at this pretty pink pussy, all wet and ready for my cock."
I moaned as he ran a finger through my folds, collecting my wetness. "Stop teasing and fuck me already."
"So impatient," he chuckled, positioning himself behind me. The blunt head of his cock pressed against my entrance, not quite pushing in. "What's the magic word?"
"Are you serious right now?" I glanced back at him over my shoulder, finding him with that infuriating smirk on his face. "Fine. Please fuck me with your big cock, Professor."
His eyes darkened at my words.
In one smooth thrust, he buried himself inside me, filling me completely. I cried out, dropping my head between my arms as the sensation overwhelmed me.
"Fuck, Sara," he groaned, his fingers digging into my hips hard enough to leave marks. "Your pussy feels even better than I remembered."
He pulled back until just the tip remained inside me, then slammed forward again. The force of his thrust pushed me forward, my breasts swinging beneath me. He established a rhythm, each powerful stroke hitting spots inside me that made my vision blur.
"Your ass looks so fucking good," he said, punctuating his words with another slap to my right cheek. The sting made my pussy clench around him, drawing a groan from his lips. "You like that, don't you? Like me spanking this perfect ass while I fuck you?"
"Yes," I admitted, pushing back against him to take him deeper. "Harder."
He obliged, alternating between slaps to each cheek as he continued to pound into me. The dual sensation of pain and pleasure had me climbing toward orgasm embarrassingly quickly.
"Your pussy's getting tighter," Tom observed, his voice strained. "You gonna come for me already?"
"Shut up," I gasped, too far gone to come up with a witty retort.
"I'll take that as a yes."
Without warning, he reached around and found my clit, rubbing tight circles over the sensitive bud. The added stimulation was all it took to push me over the edge. My orgasm crashed through me, my pussy clenching rhythmically around his cock as waves of pleasure radiated outward.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I chanted, my arms giving out as I collapsed onto my elbows, ass still raised high.
"That's it, baby," Tom encouraged, slowing his thrusts to help me ride out the aftershocks. "So fucking beautiful when you come on my cock."
As I came down from my high, Tom pulled out completely. Before I could protest, he flipped me onto my back and hooked my legs over his shoulders, folding me nearly in half.
"Want to see your face this time," he explained, guiding his cock back to my entrance and pushing in slowly. From this angle, he felt impossibly deeper, the head of his cock pressing against my cervix.
"Oh god," I moaned, gripping the sheets beneath me. "So deep."
"You can take it," he assured me, beginning to move again. His thrusts were measured but powerful, each one driving the breath from my lungs. "Look at these tits bouncing every time I fuck into you."
He lowered his head to capture one of my nipples in his mouth, sucking hard while maintaining his rhythm. The dual sensation had me arching off the bed, my hands flying to his hair to hold him against me.
"Your nipples are so fucking responsive," he murmured, releasing one to lavish attention on the other. "Could play with these tits all day."
"Less talking, more fucking," I demanded, tugging at his hair.
He bit down on my nipple in retaliation, making me yelp. "Still so bossy even with my cock stuffed in your pussy."
I was about to fire back a retort when he shifted slightly, changing the angle of his thrusts to hit that spot inside me that made coherent thought impossible.
"Fuck! Right there," I gasped, my nails digging into his shoulders.
"Here?" He thrust again, deliberately hitting the same spot. "Or here?" Another thrust, slightly to the left.
"The first—oh fuck—the first one," I managed, my eyes rolling back as he pounded against my g-spot with unerring accuracy.
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