"Oh, no," she said, pulling on the hairs of his chest. "If you're not going to give me a full night of fucking, there's no telling what I might do." She gave him an affectionate slap, then pulled on his cock. "My pussy is even hungrier than my throat, you bastard."

This too, was a part of the game they played when he had to go away. He would pretend that he wanted to go to sleep, and she would demand that he stay up and fuck her. He liked to hear her beg, and she loved begging.

"Say please," he said, a smile on his handsome face. "Say you want me to fuck you so bad you can taste it."

"Mmmmmm, I already have tasted it, you bastard," Sharon giggled, licking her lips. "The best cock in the world. Now fuck me with it."

When he threw her to her back and crawled between her legs, she let her eyes survey his hard, muscular body. The sight of him never failed to arouse her. He was like some kind of Greek God, tall and well-proportioned, with a shock of curly, brown hair surrounding his square face. His eyes were brown as chocolate, expressive.

"Ohhhh… fuck me, you bull stud," she gasped, running hers fingers over his sculptured, hairy chest. "God, stick your cock to me so hard it hurts."

This was the moment she always waited for, that first, painful thrust of his cock. It would gouge into her insides like a cattle prod, squeezing her cunt opening to the breaking point. And just, when she thought she couldn't take the horrible pam any longer, her insides would become flooded with pleasure.

"Let me kiss you a little first," Ron grinned, sitting back on his haunches. "Hmmmm? Want me to lick on this sweet pussy of yours for a few minutes?"

As always, Sharon didn't know if she did or didn't. The anticipation was wonderful, but it could also be agony. And sometimes, when he got started, there was nothing she could do to stop him. One night, he had sucked and chewed on her cunt for what seemed hours, leaving her bathed in sweat, her body aching with desire.