A perfect 10
By: Chelsea Rose
Tags: Sexuality, Sex, Fiction, Erotica, Short Story

“I’ve got 10 inches,” he said between deep lustful kisses. Frankly, that was all I needed to hear to make up my mind.

I told my friends I was leaving the bar and walked out, hand in hand with Michael. There was the usual get to know you chit-chat as we headed back to his place. But I think we both knew we were just talking to pass the time.

After 10 painfully long minutes, we finally reached his apartment.

The door closed.

He pushed me against the wall, my purse dropping in the process. “I’ve wanted to fuck you all night,” he murmured as he reached under my dress. Roughly pushing my panties to the side, he felt how wet I was for him. “You are such a slut,” he said.

He kissed me gently while he slid one finger, then two in and out of my pussy. I moaned softly in pleasure, “more,” I said as he slid another finger in. “I hope you are the size queen you say you are, I want to bottom out in a bitch tonight.”

“Let’s head to the bedroom,” I whispered to him. Honestly, I felt like my legs were going to give way!

He made me strip for him, before he ordered me on the bed. “Spread your legs for me whore,” he barked. I did as he commanded. Eagerly waiting for his 10 inches.

He did not fucking disappoint.

He still had his boxers on, but I could see his cock straining against the light material. His precum visible through his boxers. He slowly pulled his boxer down, and his cock strang out. He smiled as he saw the look on my eyes.

“Let’s see how much you can take. I know you’ve been hungry for my cock all night.” I could only nod in agreement. Grabbing on to my legs, he pulled me to the edge of the bed. Lining up the tip of his cock with my cunt, he started to enter slowly.

Agonizingly slowly.

I reached down and grabbed onto his waist, pulling him in towards me. “Oh, I see you really want it,” he said. He was a smug bastard, but he was correct. Michael swung my legs over his shoulders and placed both hands on either side of me. He leaned over to kiss me as he thrust the rest of his cock deep inside me.

His kiss quieted my gasp as I struggled to get used to his cock. “Fuck,” he groaned in my ear. I felt his balls against my cunt. He reached under and grabbed my ass, pulling me closer to him. His strokes started off slow and shallow before picking up speed.

It didn’t take long before I was screaming out his name each time he slammed into me. His cock filling me to the brink. Feeling every single thrust.

He climbed up fully onto the bed and flipped me around. I was on top and in control.

Oh, so I thought.

He grabbed my hips and started pumping me with all 10 inches. He leaned up and started biting my nipples. “Bite me harder,” I told him. My pussy tightening around his dick each time he twisted and bit my nipples. “Harder,” I commanded.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said between bites. That got him a slap across the face. “Harder,” I said. “Don’t fucking slap me bitch,” he growled in my face. “You’re going to regret that.”

He pushed me onto my side as he got up. “Get on all fours. I’m going to cum in you bitch.” I knew better than to argue with him. I got on my knees and submitted myself to him. Burying my head in the pillow as I waited for the first stroke.

I could tell he was still angry about the slap as he took his anger out on my cunt. His nails digging into my waist as he rage fucked me. Grunting louder and louder as his cock swelled inside of me.

“You’re a fucking tight bitch,” he said, his breath getting shorter and shorter. His strokes increased and his body started to tense up. I reached behind and massaged his balls.

“Oh shit!” He exclaimed as he started to pump me full of his white-hot cum. I continued to massage his balls while milking his cock with my cunt.

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His panting slowed down as he pulled out. His cum dripping down my pussy and onto the bed.

He went into the bathroom to get a towel and came back out with a glass of water and a little blue pill.

“I hope your cunt is ready for another round.”