Fucking after a 5K

"You love being my fuck hole, don't you?" he growls into my ear. I'm half on my side, half on my back and he's behind me, my leg wrapped around his waist, my foot pushing against his ass, his huge cock plundering my insides to the point of pain. I am incredibly wet due to the face-fucking I just received and the amazing things he has been saying.

I whimper my response. "Mmhmm, mmhmm." I do, I do, I do.

"Say it," his voice rumbles as his fingers tighten around my wrist.

Oh God, if he makes me say it. Oh, God, I can't hold it together. The words stumble out of me, falling over themselves and making me repeat some sounds. "I luh-love b-being your f-fuck hole," I stammer. Too many sensations pouring through me from the center, the effort to make words is too much and I can feel the distraction of being forced to speak such words driving me closer to orgasm.

He hears my voice catching. "Say it again," he orders.

Holy shit, my head is going to explode. I do what he's asked, repeating the words, and then I do it again, and again as he keeps fucking me, and I'm exploding, tightening, arching, pressing, screaming. He feels too good and I can't contain the sensations.

The hand that's not holding my wrist tight is stroking my spread sex, rubbing lightly across my clit, making me gasp and jerk and squirm around his cock, the post-orgasm sensitivity just driving me close to another and another.

"I love to make my fuck slave squirm," he says, though whether that's because it feels better to his cock or just because he enjoys making me squirm isn't altogether clear.

My hand is trying to get lose from his grip. I want, badly, to reach behind me, wrap my arm around his neck, stroke his hair with my hand. He won't let me go though.

"Please, please, please, please," I beg, tugging on my wrist.

"Hm? What's my fuck slave want?" he asks, keeping his grip on me.

"Oh please, please, I want to touch you," I manage to gasp out between the cries of pleasure he's coaxing from me.

"Oh, that's okay, go ahead and touch me," he says, but doesn't let go of me. I fight to free myself from his grip, to get my hand to his skin, but he won't let go. "Go on, girl, I said you could touch me," he says.

I whimper with frustration and arousal as I tug futilely at my wrist. He keeps pounding inside me, his other hand keeps tormenting my sensitive parts, and I have very little strength for the physical struggle to get my hand to his head.

"Ohh," he says after a few moments of useless struggle on my part. "I guess my girl didn't really want to touch me at all. How disappointing."

I groan, a deep, tormented groan, and I am also on the verge of another orgasm as I pull against his grip. He releases my wrist as I shudder around him. "Good girl," he whispers in my ear as my arm snakes its way around his neck, as I pull him as close to me as I can.

It's the middle of the afternoon and he woke me from a much-needed nap to fuck me. I couldn't be happier. He drives into me, grinding, his fingers stroking my clit, his breath and his voice in my ear, and I am exactly where I want to be, exactly where I am meant to be. I am fulfilling my own very specific purpose.

I don't know how many times I come on his cock before he finally can't stand it. I do know my screams seem to spur his orgasm out of him, and that feels somehow powerful to me even though he is the one causing my screams.

After his cock softens, his hand replaces it. He fills me, presses against my g-spot until I scream in disbelief at the sensations inside me. "Oh my God, what are you doing to me?" I squeal, the sensations so unbelievable that I have difficulty processing them.

"Oooh," he says at my reaction, prodding the same spot again and again and watching me react the same way. "Fucking you," he answers as I scream, a different sort of orgasm taking me over and washing all my strength away.

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This man, this man, this unbelievable man.
My life, my heart, my body, my love are his.

No description can do justice to the joy that swells inside me when he touches me. I told him once that it feels like a holy moment and that's why I close my eyes, to savor it.

I could type for years and never properly indicate the exact level of wonder with which he fills my life.

This will have to do for now.

Morning quickie

We're tired, and it's gotten pretty late. He cradles me in his arms and I plant little soft kisses all over his chest. We fall asleep somewhere in the midst of my soft kisses, his arms around me something I appreciate greatly every time I stir during the night.

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In the morning, he showers and has his breakfast before coming back to bed. I don't know what time it is, but he slides his hand beneath my night shirt, starts rubbing me, pulling me to him, claiming my flesh. I stretch, pressing back into him, and purr happily as his hands create tingles all over me. It's been so long since we've both been awake enough in the mornings to do anything but nap.

He pulls me over and kisses me, tangling his hand in my hair. I feel a twinge of pain as he pinches my nipple.

"Want to suck my cock for me?" he asks roughly.

"Oh, yes," I whisper, sliding down his body, taking his erection into my mouth, swirling, sucking, inhaling. I have no idea how much time we have, but I intend to make the most of it. I moan at the taste of him, and then I squeal as his hands oh-so-slowly tighten in my hair and hold my head still for him to thrust into my face at his own pace.

He lets me go, and as always when given my leave after he hold me like that, I suck him in as deeply as possible, working the entrance of my throat around that glorious smooth head.

"You want to feel that cock in your pussy?" he asks. I groan deeply as I suck. Yes. Fuck, yes, I do.

"Mmmmhmmm," is my audible response.

"Turn over, then," he says.

I do. His fingers find my pussy, sliding inside briefly. He presses his cock against my opening, and... it won't go in. I am so aroused, but it's happened so quickly that my natural lubrication is all inside. He presses a little harder, it hurts, but I want it. I groan, rocking against him with just the very tip of his cock wedged inside me.

He pulls away from me. I groan again, bereft, but then his fingers are sliding inside me again, his thumb is stroking my clit, and I'm rocking to his touch. I roll over more, onto my belly, and his thumb slides inside me, pressing deeply, stretching me around the base of it. It feels so good; my breath is a near-constant sigh of pleasure. I feel myself approaching orgasm and I roll toward him before I achieve it, pulling away from his fingers. He lets me, kissing me back as I latch fiercely onto his lips, his hands wandering over my body.

We chat, just a little. I open my legs again for him and his fingers slide to my slippery pussy. "Mmm, you are a wet little slut, aren't you?" he asks as he gently toys with my clitoris.

"Yes sir," I whisper, humping up to his hand, kissing him again.

"Mmm.. it wouldn't be very nice of me to leave you like this, would it?"

"No sir," I respond, the idea of being left like this taking hold in my head and turning me on even more. Surely he wouldn't.

"I suppose I'm not a very nice man," he says, fastening his lips hard to mine as he leans over, sliding his fingers deeply inside me, strumming my clit gently. Fuckfuckfuck. I don't even know what to think. Is he going to tease me to the edge and stop and leave me like this all day? Will he let me come? Oh, God. I moan as the sensations he is causing collide with my thoughts and I abandon all attempts at reason. I writhe for him, my body dancing under his touch, my lips and tongue prisoners to his whim.

He drives me there, to the brink of orgasm, and as I start to crash into it, I stop myself, just a little. I somehow stop the orgasm, and something inside me waits. He can hear my desperate noises, feel my undulations as the pleasure builds. He knows. He doesn't stop. He presses on. I scream as the orgasm takes me over, my entire body vibrating with the release, my legs kicking. "Good girl, you take it, baby," he whispers into my ear as I cling to him.

"Turn over, slut," he whispers as my body stops vibrating and I stop screaming, though I am still thrumming with pleasure. I obey him gladly, and his cock slides into me easily now. I groan as he fills me up, but there's not much time. We move together quickly to achieve his release, and he pulls me into his embrace afterward. Snuggle time is a must. I kiss his chest, making happy sated noises.

"Thank you for not leaving me like that."

"You're welcome," he says, kissing my lips as I tilt my face up to gaze at him with adoration.

"What brought all that on anyway?" I ask, curious.

He laughs at me. "I just felt like...taking you."

Oh, yes.

Every single day is awesome

That man of mine, reader, has a devious, devious mind. I adore him. He is absolutely, beyond the shadow of a doubt, magnificent.

In a nod to Kitty, I'd just like to say that we read in bed last night. It's something we have done before, but not for a while, and it wasn't planned. I started reading The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty last night, and he came into bed with me and peered at what I was reading. "That's an interesting book," he said, from the text he saw on the screen, "mind if I read with you?"

And while I did a little, because it made me blush, we read the first chapter together, silently.

Afterwards, I told him it made me blush. "Even though I've written worse. Today."

But I like for him to make me blush. It's nice to know I still have blushes in me.

"You like for me to make you do lots of things," he said.

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We were facing each other on our sides, but I was sucking his cock, of course I was. It had already been going on for a while - starting with enthusiasm, working through into just a thing I do, and then into an absolute frenzy of arousal, partly because this was just a thing I did, and partly because he was enjoying it so much. "Mmm, slut, better be careful," he said as I sucked particularly hard, stroking all along the underside with my tongue, "or I'm going to come down your throat."

I moaned and redoubled my efforts at that, working my throat, pulling him into my face with my hands on his ass.

"Oh, you'd like that, wouldn't you? But I have other plans for you. Mmm, you want to know what my plans are? I'm gonna fuck your tight little ass. Yeah, you'd like that, you like for me to come in your ass. Mmm, I may bypass your pussy altogether, you know. That pussy's been wanting me for a while, hasn't it? Yeah, I know, it enjoyed me this morning.. but something was missing, wasn't it? Yeah, no proper fucking. I'm such a bad man, teasing you like that. I'm going to fuck your ass, but I like to fuck your face an awful lot." He grabbed my hair and moved my head back and forth on his cock which of course made me scream because I love it so much. "Yeah, just like that. Sweet fuck hole. You like to be my fuck hole, don't you? I love my fuck toy..." Seriously, oh my God, he just kept talking and I moaned at his words, ever louder as the ideas he planted got hotter and hotter.

"Stop sucking my cock now." I had been sucking for so, so long, and he was gloriously hard underneath my lips and tongue. I didn't want to stop, but I desperately wanted to obey. I stopped sucking and pulled my mouth off of him with a whimper. He didn't move. My lips rested against his hot, hard flesh and I moaned with want.

"Don't suck it," he admonished me, as my tongue slipped out to caress the head. I kissed and licked at it, and eventually, as I opened my lips around the head and slipped it inside my mouth, he repeated himself. "I said don't suck it!" I whimpered and let the head slide back out, resting my lips against the shaft and breathing hard. "Don't even think about it," he said, and I moaned against him.

"You're thinking about it, aren't you?" he asked.

I nodded, my mouth open wide against his shaft, helplessly silent in my desire.

"Don't," he said harshly, a flogger coming down across my ass. I squealed. "What are you thinking about?"

"Sucking the cock..." I whispered.

He hit me again with the flogger. "Such a slut, aren't you? Can't even stop thinking about sucking my cock. What are you thinking about?" he asked again, as I licked him longingly.

"Mmmf," I said, kissing his shaft wetly.

"You're thinking about sucking the cock!" and he flogged me again.

That went on for a deliciously long, torturous time, until he finally said "I suppose I should give you something else to think about," and he rolled over on his side, pulling my leg over his hip. He reached his hand between my legs, feeling how absolutely wet I already was, and then he pressed his cock against my opening. I groaned and pressed down against him, but he rocked backwards. "You want it to fuck you, don't you?" he asked.

"God, yes, please," I whispered, kissing him. He rocked his hips back and forth, thoroughly soaking his cock in my arousal, pressing against my opening and then pulling away.

"I'm not going to fuck you. Don't even think about it," he said, rocking, teasing me, as I tried to press down and take him inside me. I groaned loudly at this new torturous game and my body shook with desire.

"You're thinking about it," he said as I rocked into him. He drew his hand back and slapped my breast several times.

"God," I moaned, fastening my lips on his neck, biting gently, sucking.

"What are you thinking?" he asked, his cock repeatedly nudging my opening, so, so slippery. Had someone dumped an entire tube of lube on us? No, that was all me.

"Please, please fuck me," I begged, wriggling as his cock rubbed against my swollen clit.

"I told you not to think about it!" He slapped my breast again. "Slut, and here you are just thinking about it."

Forever. He did that for forever, and it drove me absolutely insane. No matter how I wriggled, he could always just pull away. I kept thinking surely, surely, he'll fuck me now. Surely.

When he'd had enough torture himself, he rolled me onto my back, pinning my wrists down and sinking inside of me. "Don't think about it," he said, thrusting into me several times, grinding as he sank in completely. I arched up and ground against him too, gasping, moaning deeply with the extraordinary pleasure of finally being full.

"I suppose it's hard not to think about it while it's fucking you," he relented, "so you can think about it now."

We moved together, moaning, grinding, he talked. "I bet your pussy's glad I didn't skip it," he said as he rotated his hips against mine.

"Yesss," I responded, bucking under him, tossing my head from side to side, moans constantly issuing from my open mouth.

"Mmm, I see an open mouth there. I think it needs a cock in it. I'm going to fuck your face now. Gonna hold your head down and just slide my cock right into you. Nothing you can do about it," he said. I grabbed his hips and pulled him down to me harder, grinding, grinding, moaning loudly, so very close to getting off. "You seem like you're trying to stop me," he commented.

"Ugh," I said, forcing myself to stop. I dropped my hands down to my sides, whimpering.

"Good girl," he said, melting me. He kept thrusting and grinding into me, though, not stopping even though I'd stopped pulling him into me. "How nice it would be to come down your throat," he said, "or in your ass." I groaned loudly at that. "Poor girl, you keep being teased with the promise of me coming in you, and all you're getting is fucked." He grabbed my hands where they'd dropped at my sides and pinned them over my head. "And you don't like being fucked at all, do you, slut?" he asked as he pressed into me extra hard, pushing me deeply into the mattress.

"I do, I do, God, I do," I said, writhing under him.

"Good, slut," he said, pounding me for another minute before he pulled out and moved up my body. His cock smelled fantastic and it tasted pretty wonderful too as he forced it into my mouth. I lifted my head and he grabbed the back of my neck, thrusting deeply into me and making me gag as I sucked him. He slid back down my body, his cock gliding smoothly back inside my pussy as I opened my legs wider and grabbed my knees.

At length, he decided to change positions. "I want to fuck you sideways," he said, rolling off next to me.

I quickly turned my back to him, tossed my leg backward over his hip, and turned my torso slightly toward him. He slid his hard cock easily inside my wet heat. "Ohh yeah, and you'll give me what I want, won't you? Because you're mine and you do what I tell you." His fingers wandered to my clit and stroked it, making me moan and buck. "Mmm, and I can play with you like this, too."

He slipped a finger, possibly more than one, inside me with his cock and I bucked and squealed. It stretched me, filled me uncomfortably as he kept thrusting into me. I bucked, trying to get away. "Too full," I whined.

"You can take it," he assured me confidently, slipping the fingers away. My wild movements and loud noises calmed as his cock alone moved inside me and I purred. "Is that better?" he asked.

"Mmmhmm," I confirmed.

"That's funny, because you seemed to like this more," he said, slipping the fingers back alongside his cock.

"Nnng," I grunted.

I think, then, he took his fingers away and replaced them with his thumb. I cried out loudly, over and over... and then he slipped his fingers in my mouth. "Suck my fingers, slut," he ordered.

I took them in my mouth with a loud groan. "You taste like sex," I whispered, my voice rasping from the use my throat had endured.

"I wonder why?" he asked sarcastically.

"I think I'm ready to fuck your ass now," he told me after a while. "Go on, get up on your ramp."

He kept moving inside of me and I groaned. "Hmm, I'll give you a few minutes to recover," he said, slowing his thrusts inside me. He still didn't stop. "You don't seem to be moving,"  he said. "I suppose it might help if I stopped fucking you, huh?" He slowed even further and pulled away.

Anal is so hard on the ramp. I moved, though, and he actually got up and got the ramp for me as my physical exhaustion was apparent. I climbed on top of it on my hands and knees and he stood next to the bed. He slid his cock into my pussy and I moaned, arching my back. I spread my knees as far as possible on the ramp, and I felt his fingers applying cool lube to my little hole. "So sensitive," I whispered, shivering as he touched me there.

"Is your ass ready for me?" he asked as he kept thrusting, his fingers pressing against my asshole.

"Ugh, so sensitive," I repeated, begging a little.

"I said, is your ass ready for me?" he repeated.

"Mmf, yes sir, whatever you want," I responded.

"Good girl. Good slut," he said, pulling away and pressing the head of his cock to my asshole.

I panicked a little, squirming. "So big!" I cried out.

"You can take it," he said, pressing.

"Too big! It doesn't fit!" I whined.

"Of course it fits," he said, grabbing my shoulders and pulling me back onto him, forcing himself inside me in one go. Oh, God, it hurt. It felt like he'd punched straight through me. I screamed. "See?" he said.

"No, no, no, no," I squealed, struggling.

"You don't get to say no," he told me, making me scream again, "you just get to do what I say." He held my hips and moved slowly, but too much for me. I couldn't adjust, it hurt, it hurt. I whimpered. But at the same time I was so incredibly turned on, and slowly, slowly, I did adjust. The burning soreness didn't dissipate, but the intense pain did, and then it was glorious and I could hear him again. I moaned with intense pleasure as the pain faded.

"...sweet fuck hole. My sweet fuck hole. Love my fuck hole," he was saying. "You like it when I fuck you here, don't you?"

"Yes sir," I squealed, unable to say anything without almost screaming it at this point.

"You know what you need?" he asked, moving slowly, his hands wandering over my back.

"Uh?" I responded.

"You need me to pull your hair now, while I fuck your ass. Isn't that right?"

"Uhhhh... yes sir," I managed, breathing hard, crying out with the intensity of it as he grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked my head back by it. His other hand held my throat, my head prisoner between his hands. I panted helplessly, impaled, imprisoned, and so very aroused. I could feel the wetness of my arousal running uselessly down my thighs as he roughly pounded into me.

"Gonna come in your ass," he said, moving faster, harder. The lingering soreness made me scream with almost every thrust, and then I felt him swell larger and empty himself in me, responding to each of his loud moans with one of my own. Scream, moan, scream, moan. Just an average night around here.

He pulled out of me and I collapsed on the ramp, my feet on the floor now. He climbed onto the bed next to me and slipped his fingers inside me, pressing my g-spot, stroking, rubbing my clit, making me pant and moan and squirm. He kept talking too, of course. "Just fuck holes for my pleasure," he whispered. His thumb found its way into my ass and I squealed with surprise. "Oh, didn't I tell you I was going to put my thumb in your ass? I'm a bad man..."

He pumped me with his fingers in my pussy and his thumb in my poor sore ass until I bucked, screaming, my legs and head both coming up behind me so I was a perfect arch on the ramp. Screaming, coming, panting, collapsing... and then, gathered into his arms and stroked, loved, adored.

We slept our favorite way, naked with all our limbs entwined.

Glorious.

Subgasm

We were kissing, I was naked. His fingers touched my nipple lightly, teasingly, and I shuddered and kicked, trying to get away from the touches on my sensitive skin. "Sensitive!" I cried out as an excuse for my erratic movement, trying to turn my body away from him, but he wouldn't let me.

"Sensitive, are you? He kept touching me lightly as I squirmed. "Who gave you permission to be sensitive?"

What the hell kind of mind fuck was this? I didn't answer, couldn't answer, could only grunt and wriggle and kick.