He Stretched Out My Pussy To The Max

I had never seen him like this before. My boyfriend, who I had always known to be gentle and considerate, was now looking at me with a fierce determination in his eyes. We were at his place, the tense atmosphere hanging between us like a thick fog since I admitted to him that I had cheated. I had told him the truth, that our sex life had become too vanilla for me, and I was seeking something more exciting elsewhere.

He had been silent for a moment, absorbing my words. Then, he stood up and walked over to me. His hand gripped my chin, forcing me to look up at him. "I'm going to show you what you've been missing," he said, his voice low and dangerous.

And now, here we were. He pulled me into the bedroom, his grip on my arm tight and unyielding. He pushed me down onto the bed, his eyes blazing with a mixture of anger and desire. "You wanted rough, did you?" he growled, his voice sending shivers down my spine. "You're going to get rough."

He climbed onto the bed, straddling me. His hands went to my wrists, pinning them above my head. I could feel the weight of his body pressing down on me, the heat of his skin searing into mine. "You're mine," he growled, his lips brushing against my ear. "And I'm going to make sure you never forget it."

He let go of my wrists, but I didn't move. I was too mesmerized by the intensity in his eyes, the power that radiated off of him. He reached down, his fingers exploring my body, lingering on the hem of my dress. He grabbed the fabric, tearing it down the middle, exposing my lace bra and panties.

"Please," I whispered, my voice barely audible. I didn't know what I was asking for. I only knew that I wanted him, all of him.

He smirked, his fingers trailing down my stomach and over my hip. "Please what?" he asked, his voice taunting.

"Please, just..." I trailed off, unable to find the words.

He must have sensed my desperation, because he leaned down, his lips brushing against mine. His tongue darted out, tasting me, before he pulled away. "I know what you want," he murmured, his breath hot against my skin.

He reached behind me, unclasping my bra. He pulled it off, tossing it aside. His hands went to my breasts, cupping them, his thumbs brushing over my nipples. I gasped, my back arching off the bed. He leaned down, taking one nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting gently.

I moaned, my hands going to his hair. I tugged, pulling him closer. He growled, his other hand going to my panties. He tugged them down, exposing me to him. His fingers explored me, teasing me.

"You're so wet," he murmured, his fingers sliding inside of me. I gasped, my back arching off the bed. He added another finger, stretching me out. I moaned, my legs spreading wider.

"More," I pleaded, my voice hoarse.

He smirked, pulling his fingers out. He stood up, stripping off his clothes. I watched, my breath hitching in my throat. He was beautiful, all hard muscle and tanned skin. He climbed back onto the bed, his body hovering over mine.

"You're mine," he growled again, his lips brushing against mine.

"Yes," I whispered, my hands going to his shoulders. I pulled him down, our lips meeting in a hungry kiss. His tongue darted out, tasting me. I moaned, my legs wrapping around his waist.

He reached down, positioning himself at my entrance. He hesitated for a moment, his eyes searching mine. I nodded, giving him my consent. He thrust into me, filling me completely. I gasped, my back arching off the bed. He paused, letting me adjust to his size.

Then, he started to move. He set a fast pace, his hips slamming into mine. I moaned, meeting his thrusts. His hands went to my hips, holding me in place.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against my ear. "You like that?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous.

I moaned, unable to find the words. I could only nod, my body moving in time with his.

He reached down, his fingers exploring me. He found my clit, rubbing it gently. I moaned, my legs shaking. He increased the pressure, his fingers moving faster. I gasped, my body tightening.

"Come for me," he growled, his voice hoarse.

I did. I came hard, my body shaking and trembling. He continued to thrust into me, prolonging my orgasm. He reached down, his fingers exploring me. He found my opening, pushing his fingers inside of me. He started to move them, stimulating me.

I moaned, my body still sensitive from my orgasm. He increased the speed, his fingers moving faster and faster. I gasped, my body tightening again.

"Again," he growled, his lips brushing against my ear.

I did. I came again, my body shaking and trembling. He continued to thrust into me, his fingers not stopping for even a second. He found my clit, rubbing it gently.

I moaned, my body moving in time with his. He increased the pressure, his fingers moving even faster now and I gasped, feeling my eyes roll to the back of my head.

"Again," he growled, his lips brushing against my ear.

I did. I came again, my body shaking and trembling. He continued to thrust into me all through the night, and I loved every second of it.