Free Riding Irish by Angelica Siren

between us and took hold of his thick shaft in his hand, guiding himself towards the burning wetness between my legs. He pushed the head of his thick meaty cock against me and I moaned in indescribable pleasure, knowing that he was soon going to take me for his own.
    He brought his hands to my hips and pushed into me, simultaneously forcing my hips downward. The sudden fullness of him inside of me made me shriek with pleasure. In less than one short day, I’d nearly forgotten how thick and hard he could become. I was so wet from the tongue lashing he’d just given me that the girth of him still slid into me fully without resistance. I gripped myself tightly around his cock and grabbed his tightly muscled shoulders, bracing myself for the pleasures yet to come.
    I let myself become his plaything to be used once again, allowing him to guide my body however he liked. I felt like I was acting as an extension of his will at all times. When I moved my body against his, every action was in response to his subtle urgings and sometimes his not as subtle pulls and pushes. His hands remained clasped around my waist as he drove himself deep inside me again and a again. With every thrust, I felt as though he could go no deeper, but every time he proved me wrong. His cock seemed to growth in length, girth and hardness with every thrust.
    “Oh Ronan, oh god, fuck me,” I moaned as he pushed into me again and again.
    He stared into my eyes and I saw only intense desire in him. I could tell that he wanted nothing but me, and that I was the center of his entire world at this moment. I wanted this feeling to last forever. I knew that time would pass and that he would ride off again, but I hoped in that moment that he would always return to me and show me how it felt to be the object of his intense passion, night after night.
    He lifted my hips and pressed me against his body. His tight, powerful muscles strained in his arms and he grunted loudly, moaning “Cat, you’re so fucking tight. You’re so fucking tight. I’m fucking you so hard.” He plowed into me with incredible force again and again. My breasts were bouncing from every impact, still tightly clad in my thin bra. My entire body was his and the more I gave myself to him, the more the intense pleasure welled up in me.
    With every thrust the hardness of his body pressed against my clit. I ground myself against him every time he came close, aching for that feeling when he would pull himself back before driving into me once more. The wet slapping sound of our bodies coming together echoed through the small room. “Fuck me harder! Harder!” I screamed at the top of my lungs, not caring if anyone in the world could hear us. I wanted it to be known through the world that I was his and that, for this moment, he was mine.
    My second orgasm exploded from deep within my body without warning and I let out a loud scream followed by a nearly indecipherable moan of “I’m coming! I’m coming! Oh fuck yes fuck oh god!” as my body shook in his arms and beneath the solid pressure of his body. I clenched tightly around his cock and knew it would send him over the edge as well. His breathing became deeper and heavier and he rocketed himself against me with greater force than ever. I was still deep in the throes of my own orgasm when I felt him grip my hips tighter than ever with his hands and the warm flood of his manly fluids flooded into my body. I squeezed him tight, wanting to feel every drop of him inside of me, filling me with his energy from the inside out.
    He slowed his motions and tried to catch his breath, releasing his tight grip on my body before pulling himself away and letting himself fall on his side next to me on the bed. He continued staring at me and smiling.
    “You’re so fucking incredible,” he said and I blushed deeply.
    I simply leaned over and kissed him fully on the lips. I could still taste myself on him. I loved that he tasted like me and I certainly smelled