He was standing behind me in his den.  I’d just bent over to change the song on his iPad, purposefully giving him a nice view of my ass.  And believe me.  I knew exactly what I was doing.

His breath on my neck gave me goose bumps when he said directly into my ear,  “What do you have on under that little dress, hmm?  Is my pussy covered up?  Or are you naked under there?”  As he said this, his hands slid up and down my hips and pelvis, coming dangerously close to, but not quite hitting my pussy.  My clit twitched at his possessive reference.  Damn, I could almost cum from just listening to him!

“That’s for me to know and you to find out later,” I teased.

Pulling me hard up against his erection, he growled “Don’t play with me, girl.  Answer me!”

“I’d rather show you than tell you, baby.”  Stepping away, I turned and faced him.  “Do you wanna see?”

He nodded.  With both hands, I grabbed the hem of my dress.  Then, as his eyes followed my every move, I slowly raised it to my waist.

As soon as he got a glimpse of my bright, red thong that only barely covered my goodies, he went wild.  In no time at all, he had me on the edge of the couch with my legs around his shoulders as he knelt on the floor in front of me.

“You know what I want.  Show it to me!”

“Show you what?”

“I need to see what’s mine, dammit!”  And in one motion, he tore the thong right off my body.  I yelped in surprise.  Then he just stared as the seconds slowly passed.  I started to squirm under his hungry gaze, feeling naked and vulnerable.  But honestly, it was erotic as hell.

“You’re so wet!”  He finally said, surprised.  “And look at you … you’re getting even wetter as I watch!”  It was all I could do to keep from touching myself.  I yearned for his touch, his tongue and he knew it.  Yet he just looked at it, torturing me.

Then he spoke.  “Touch yourself.” His voice was like a caress.  “I want to see you touch my pussy.”  I eagerly complied, parting my lips with one hand and slowly stroking my clit with the other.

“Damn, that’s sexy!”  He watched me intently, following every stroke.

Finally, he groaned and gave into his craving.  First, he pulled my hands up to his mouth and sucked my fingers greedily.  Then he thrust his face between my legs and latched onto my swollen clit and began sucking it mercilessly.

Helpless, I fell back and gave my man what he wanted.  He needed this, needed to taste me and claim me this way.  He moaned as he licked and sucked me to a quick climax like he was feasting on his last meal.  I was halfway through my orgasm when he flipped me over onto my stomach as if I were a rag doll.

The next thing I felt was the fat head of his cock pushing at my hole.  Rocking my hips back towards him, my pussy pulled him all the way in … right where he belonged.  I knew that he needed to control this ride, though.  Besides, I was still riding the waves of my own sweet release from his tongue.  So I let him take charge.

He wasted no time taking what he wanted.  His breath was coming in short pants as he hammered his big dick into me.  He wasn’t gentle.  He wasn’t romantic.  He was like a wild animal and I loved it … craved it, even.  He kept drilling me hard, changing his rhythm every few strokes to keep me a little off kilter.

I don’t know how long he kept at it, but it lasted longer than any other time we’d ever fucked.  He was getting his and making it last.  And I was only too glad to please him.  Anyway, the longer he kept at it, the closer I got to another burning orgasm.

But he surprised me by pulling out and flipping me onto my back.  Laying me flat on the couch with one leg in the air, he re-entered me in one smooth motion.  Face to face now, we stared into each other’s eyes.  The passion in his gaze was shocking.  He looked like a man possessed, and I was his possession.

We were moving in tandem now, so in synch our hearts beat as one.  He shifted his hips just enough so that now, every stroke pulled me closer and closer to my peak.  God, it felt so good!

Not wanting it to end, but frantically needing to cum again, I scratched at his back and shoulders.  If I hurt him, he didn’t complain … he just kept hammering away in that mesmerizing rhythm.  And his eyes never left my face.  Even when I closed my own eyes to give in to the powerful wave that was quickly making its way up my body, I could feel his intense gaze.

Finally, I could tell the end was near.  His massive cock was ramming into my pussy hard, now … almost frantically.  I was so close I could taste it.  He must’ve realized this because at exactly the right moment, he whispered right into my ear, “Come on and cum for me, baby.  Let go!”

That’s all I needed to hear.  I came hard and deep, and he was right behind me.  And for a few sweet moments, we were floating in paradise together.

Several minutes passed before either of us could talk again.  And I only had one question.  “Did you really have to rip my thong, though?”