The sensation I felt inside me was indescribable. I felt my head explode into a thousand pieces as MD drove his sugar stick gently down the tunnel of my heavenly treasure. The sweet bitter pain I felt as he brushed past the inner walls of my honey pot sent a hot surge of blood running through my veins. It was as though MD hadn’t made love to me before. He touched down the very depth of my soul and came up gently, only to come right inside almost immediately, this time, a lot harder and faster. I closed my eyes in ecstasy and dug my nails into his back as I held onto him tightly like I was scared he could leave me any moment. That was when I knew I was in trouble, MD was on fire tonight…
“Ah…MD, you’re killing me, I swear….” I moaned gently into his ears.
“You are killing me more, my baby, you’re just too sweet…” he responded, his voice thick and heavy.
Even as he responded, he didn’t break the action, every thrust was strong and deep. I looked up and gazed hard into his eyes, wondering how much of what he was giving was still left inside him. And, just as though he could read my mind, the man grabbed my legs and lifted them up high up in the air, using his hands to keep them up. No wonder he was mad with me for daring to go out and leaving him back home in the house without giving a hoot about the hunger he was feeling inside. He was really very hungry for me. I had never felt his sugar stick that wickedly strong and hard before. And as he dug in and out of already soaked and creamy pussy, I wondered how long it would take for MD to quell the hunger inside him this time and satisfy the hunger inside him.
The man was still not satisfied enough. He lifted me up gently and placed one of the pillows under my ass, lifting me up slightly. This gave him the perfect position to penetrate me even deeper. When he drove down inside me and touched that sensitive floor base, I let out a loud scream and dug my claws into his wide and hairy chest. Then, slowly, deliberately, MD increased the tempo. He increased the pace of his thrust. It was coming faster now and every thrust seemed to be going inside my tummy and out of my mouth. It was painful, yet sweet and blissful. If truth be told, I didn’t want him to ever stop.
“MD…MD..you’re driving me…driving me crazy…” I struggled to speak. My voice seemed heavy and under the same spell MD had put me.
“Are you sure?” he asked, a little smile on his face. He was obviously pleased with himself and proud of what he was doing to me.
Slowly, with my eyes half opened, I nodded. “Y-yes..yes…” I answered.
That response only fuelled his desire even more. He spread my legs wider, still hanging them up in the air, and dug into me with more ferocity.
“That’s why I was waiting for you…,” MD said softly, looking into my eyes. “I knew I was really hungry for you and if I didn’t have you right away I could run totally mad..”
I closed my eyes firmly as I felt his big sugar stick drill its way slow down my treasure tunnel. It felt as though I hadn’t had sex with a man in a long while. Perhaps it was because of the drama I just had with that randy doctor back at the clinic, or the fact that MD had been angry at me at first for leaving him in the house for so long and I wanted to make it up to him. I couldn’t exactly tell what it was, but I was sure of one thing though, it felt so damn good to have him inside me!
The moment he touched down at the base of my Atlantic ocean, I let out a loud moan and dug my claws into his back.
“God! MD, you’re driving me nuts!” I cried out in a supressed tone. I opened my eyes and looked deep inside his. They were half opened, he was enjoying every bit of it as much as I was.
“You are enjoying it?” he asked me, a proud look on his face. He knew he was getting the sort of effect he wanted from me. And I couldn’t deny it nor conceal it, I was enjoying every moment.
“Yes, MD…I’m enjoying…I’m enjoying every bit…” I couldn’t finish my sentence as I stuttered to put my words together.
That seemed to have energized MD even more. He began to pound me harder and faster. I was almost going crazy. The sensation I was feeling inside was so intense I was close to screaming out loud. I had to cover my mouth with my hand to stop myself from crying out loud in ecstasy. MD held my legs up in the air and spread them wider apart as he drilled me silly. And he wasn’t going to let my boobs rest either. He would reach for them, fondle them, suck my nipples hard and drive me almost berserk before releasing them to regain his grip on my legs.
And just when I thought he was almost done, MD came out of my pussy and turned me face down on the bed. He then lifted my ass up and put the pillows right under my tummy. Then he mounted me. When he touched my base, this time, I screamed out.
“God! MD, you will kill me oh!” I groaned, my voice quite loud.
“No, dear, I won’t kill you. All I am doing is showing you how much I have missed you”, the man returned quietly, his voice sounding like he was pretty satisfied with himself. And with equal measure, MD began to pump me from behind. He held onto my ass with both hands as though he was holding it steady for him to slam hard into.
If I didn’t know this man better, I would’ve thought he was punishing me or something. MD had never made love to me like this ever before. It was sweet, it was painful. No, it was heavenly. I could feel his Anaconda right inside my tummy. There were times I feared it was going to come out right from inside my mouth. That was how much the thing filled my entire pussy and tummy. Then, suddenly, I felt a pang of guilt rush through me. The guilt that I was busy loving somebody else while this man had been loving me, caring for me in a way no other man had ever done from the very day he set his eyes on me. And to make matters even worse, I am carrying another man’s child and I had no idea what to do about it. Suddenly, my body shut down. It was like my system had been put on pause mode. Then, in a flash, something hit me and I snapped out of my thoughts and allowed my mind drift back to the present…and the present is that MD was banging me doggy style and I was loving every moment of it. Every other issue can wait, one after the other, things will sort themselves out. That’s what my mother always told me whenever we were confronted with difficult situations. And one way or another, they always truly sorted themselves out. This is not the time to start worrying about anything, it is the time to enjoy myself and be happy. I believe that, somehow, the issue staring me in the face too would sort itself out very soon…
…to be continued