And suddenly, we both realized what was happening… and I think he was just as shocked as I was.

"What the fuck did you say?" he asked in disbelief.

"Don't talk. Fuck," I said.

"Look," he replied, starting to sound annoyed, "no bitch gives me instructions…"

"Either fuck me or let me go, asshole, but shut up! All right?"

He shut up… and he fucked.

Like a man possessed.

I came in a wild fury of muscle spasms and sloppy wet sounds of his cock sliding in and out of the mushy swamp of my aroused pussy flesh. He came with me… I don't suppose he was able to hold back once he felt my hips starting to go crazy. I slammed them against him twice for every single stroke of his cock by that time. I was totally out of my head. Totally crazed. And beyond sensation. I was delirious.

"Yes… yes… yes… yes… yes… yes… yes… yes…" I said, over and over.

He just stared down at me, still looking dazed, while his cock spurted into my cunt.

I felt the juices getting much thicker, and now it was all my own hip movement that was keeping the friction and the sensation alive inside my pussy.

He was acting like he was too shocked to move. I don't suppose that was exactly the attitude he was looking for, but I didn't care. I was coming harder, and it was lasting longer, than had ever happened before in my life.

Nothing was going to interfere with my pleasure.

Not even his cock.

His jism was starting to squeeze out the side of his cock, oozing between his cock and the rim of my cunt hole, and I ran my fingers along the edge, letting the goo gather on the tips.

Then, once more to his wondering eyes, I licked my fingers clean.

I didn't care what he thought.

If he couldn't handle it, he had no business fucking me in the first place.

I was hot… aroused, and I felt raunchy, dirty, filthy, and I didn't care who knew it.