Free Is Mr White Mr Right? by J A Fielding

Definitely a ten or eleven….” She thought as he slowly withdrew from her only to push himself back in.
    After the first few minutes, he pulled away from her mouth and looked at her face as he slowly worked his cock in and out of her. He could see her face grimacing in painful pleasure as her cunt struggled to get used to his shaft. Soon, enough, the wetness inside her allowed him to slowly move in and out of her with ease. However, she was still whimpering. He pulled himself out of her and saw her face twitch as he did so. He looked down at her pussy which was no longer small and tight lipped but wide open, gaped, waiting for him to sink himself inside her. She opened her eyes to see him re-entering her, this time pushing himself to her hilt.
    She gasped loudly as he sunk himself inside her smooth, inviting hole. Her fingers held on to the car seat as he picked up his pace. She had officially graduated from pain to desirable pleasure. Her tits bounced up and down as he worked himself in and out of her. Beads of sweat were forming on his forehead as he worked himself into a piston like frenzy. By that time, Natasha was loudly gasping and moaning her pleasure as her own body fluids worked their way to the surface of her skin. Mitchell’s pace and closed eyes made Natasha know that he was very well near the point of no return.
    He suddenly lay down on her and flipped her over so that he was lying on his back. “ I’m not sure I can do this,” Natasha thought as she struggled to move herself on his hard length. As if he could read her mind, Mitchell put his hands under her ass cheeks and helped her work her way on and off his cock. Soon enough, Natasha was being drop fucked onto Mitchell’s long dick. She was surprised that by this time, he could bury himself inside her all the way to her hilt. She slowly began twisting her waist as she fucked him. Mitchell let out a loud groan and put his hands on her breasts as she did so. It was quite evident that she was doing a good job judging by the way he moaned and how the gentle grip on her breast soon turned to be sheer erotic pleasure as he tightened his grip, maybe trying to hold on to the wild woman on top of him.
    Natasha struggled to fuck Mitchell and stay in check without exploding for as long as she possibly could before she felt herself burst against his shaft. She screamed and moaned as he kneaded her breasts, gently but deeply until she stopped shaking. Just when she thought she was done, she felt Mitchell pushing his cock through her now highly sensitized walls. She screamed out loud as his spasms got the best of him buried inside her. He brought her down to rest her head on his shoulder as he continued thrusting upwards. Natasha was confused. Normally, men collapsed after an orgasm but Mitchell was clearly cut from a different cloth. He fucked her longer and harder until she finally felt him spasm again, this time, harder and longer than the first time. She shook uncontrollably as she felt the effects of his orgasm in her pussy. It was almost a never-ending pleasure for Mitchell. He finally stopped thrusting and held her quietly. The only sound in the limo was their heavy breathing and occasional moans.
    “You can come clean with me about the enhancers you took,” Natasha said still resting her head on his shoulder. He laughed and planted a kiss on her forehead.
    “ I told you I had to get you going before I started,” he replied as he ran a hand up and down her back. Natasha suddenly realized that the limo was no longer moving.
    “ Where are we?” Natasha asked. “We are not moving anymore,” she added. “Oh shit, the driver probably thinks I’m a whore,” she thought.
    “ I told the driver to drive us a couple of blocks from your house and take an hour’s walk before we took you home,” Mitchell said putting Natasha’s mind at ease. Natasha smiled as she cursed the thought of having to wake up alone after such great sex.

Chapter 7
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