Free Big Girls Do It Married by Seth Clarke

wanna see those muscles flex."
    "When it comes to rhyming, you kind of suck." He touched drew his finger around my clit in slow circles until my hips began to rock with his rhythm.  
    "Quit talking so...we can fuck," I gasped.
    Jeff laughed, a deep rumble in his chest as he delved his two fingers deeper into my wet pussy, then pulled out and touched his pinky finger to my other, tighter hole. I sucked in a sharp breath at the unexpected contact, then relaxed and pushed back into his hand, encouraging him. He pressed lightly at first, pulsing with his pinky in slow waves until I felt the hard ring of muscles give way, allowing his smallest finger in. My entire body convulsed as he pushed in, ever so carefully. Each time he circled my clit, causing me to quiver and buck my hips, he pushed a little deeper with his pinky.  
    I collapsed forward onto my forearms, my face buried in the blanket as he penetrated me, unable to think or string words together. My thighs shook with the onset of orgasm, and as the climax rose, I felt Jeff remove his fingers from my pussy and replace them with the broad tip of his cock, touching at first, splitting my nether lips with his hot, hard head.
    His pinky stayed in place, though, and when he thrust himself slowly in, he matched his inward pulse with his pinky. My hands fisted into the covers and I pulled myself forward as he pulled out, then, with a shuddering outbreath, slammed my body backward into him.  
    I couldn't stop the muffled shriek from escaping my lips as his finger drove into me to the last knuckle, his cock driving into my farthest wall. Jeff growled low in his throat, one hand gripping my hip and pulling me into him. He was holding himself to his typical Jeff pace, slow and deep strokes. I wanted him to lose control, if only for a moment. I rocked my hips again, a high-pitched gasp erupting from me, and I felt Jeff jerk into me, once, hard, and then force himself to slow down and go gently.
    I turned my head to look at him over my shoulder. His eyes were closed, his head thrown back, his spine arched into a curve as he pushed into me. I rolled my hips, a small pulse at first, and his lips parted as he matched the thrust; I moved harder, and he thrust in synch with me.
    I began to rock my ass onto his cock with desperate force, feeling the orgasm still bubbling inside me, not quite there yet, but so close. I let my need overtake me, still watching Jeff as he began to sway forward, bending at the waist to crash harder and harder. His palm slid up my back to rest between my shoulder blades, and I rose up on my hands again, shuddering back and forth with my entire body to meet his thrusts.
    Now the climax rose again, and this time it boiled through me, cresting as he came inside me, growling through gritted teeth as he thrust hard, fast, and relentless. I let my voice rise unfettered to match his, plunging backward into his crushing thrusts, wave after wave of orgasm blinding me, ripping screams from me, pleasure so potent it seemed nearly painful threading between the pulses of my heartbeat, the pulses of Jeff's hard body against my soft one.
    The waves lessened with the slowing of his thrusts, leaving me limp on the bed. Jeff extracted himself from me and lay down beside me.  
    "God, every time I think making love to you can't get more intense..." Jeff said, panting.
    "I swear it gets better every time," I said, "which I didn't think was possible."  
    Jeff curled up behind me, kissing the back of my neck. "I can't believe you started rhyming."
    "It was pretty cheesy, wasn't it?"
    He laughed, his breath huffing hot on my skin. "It was awful. But cute."
    "Awful?" I protested, twisting in his arms to face him. "Like your rhymes were any better?"
    He just laughed and kissed me. "Of course they were. Let's go get cleaned up again."
    We rinsed off, dressed, and left, barely making our reservation in time. Jeff seemed distracted through dinner. I let it go until the very end of our