[MF] Coming home to my roommate reading (IV)

I entered the apartment but didn’t see Amanda, so just put the groceries away and found her laying on the living room with headphones on. I loosened my belt and nearly called to her, but had a devilish idea instead and dropped to my knees silently, removing my jacket.

She was laying on her stomach reading “The Stranger” again, legs apart, when I laid on the carpet behind her and started to kiss and lick her inner thighs. At first contact, her hips jumped for a moment, shocked by my wet tongue making its way up from her knee, but soon settled back down, reading again.

She restrained herself, not reacting any further as I kissed my way up to her ass, by now knowing how much I loved forcing her to react to my touch, but couldn’t hold back a gasp when I started to bite her, dragging my teeth along her before clenching my jaw and sucking, giving her faint hickeys along her inner thigh. She squirmed when I did the same beside her pussy, right at the bottom of her ass, sticking my tongue out how she would when she’d deepthroat me to lick at the erogenous skin just beyond.

I decided Amanda had waited long enough and pulled her panties to the side, unable to hold back a little moan of my own when I saw how they stuck to her already soaked pussy. Immediately sliding two fingers in, I pulled them out after only a minute to stroke her juices along my cock, which I’d removed with my other hand. She made a disappointed whine, panting like I’d taken her toy away when I removed my fingers, pushing her ass back, asking for more, but stopped when grabbed her by the ankles and brought her legs together.

A moment later and I’d mounted her, gathering her hair in my still-sticky fingers and pulling as I slid my cock in, forcing a moan from her as her back arched. I slid my hips forward, loving how her moans would rise with each inch that entered, before she realized she couldn’t take most of me like this and reached back without any direction to pull her ass apart. Watching her submit so completely made my cock flex inside her, and we could only grunt as I started to pump myself deeper and deeper into her. I kept a firm hold on her hair as my other hand latched onto her hip, pulling her along me to meet my thrusts and feeling myself start to bottom out inside her, each thrust seeming to push another moan or grunt out of her. It almost felt like her pussy was trying to form-fit to my cock but was unable to keep up, just a moment behind as I’d yank her along my dick viciously. Her moans started to climb and she dropped her hands, and without thinking I released her hair, letting her fall to the floor before laying myself down atop her, wrapping my arm around her neck. Her throat, in the crook of my elbow, swallowed as I squeezed and flexed, grunting into her ear as I threw my weight forwards and back, filling her completely.

“Who owns this pussy?” I growled into her ear, and, feeling how she struggled to breathe, said again, “Answer me, slut, who owns your tight little cunt?”

Her pussy started to seize around me as I pressed my cheek to hers, seeing how red she became without any air, and turned her head, her tiny body entirely under my control. Even as her eyes begged for air they began to roll up, and I brought her lips to mine before loosening my bicep. Immediately she began breathing deeply through her nose and, as I’d hoped, was forced to break our kiss to breathe in deeply. I’d never stopped throwing my weight along her, plundering Amanda for her every moan as she panted for air, and her orgasm, sustained by the lack of air, finally subsided. She collapsed when I removed my arm and straightened up again, enjoying using her pussy in this position, watching how my long cock would slide and nearly bottom out before she’d run out of space, and, by forcing myself the next inch, relish how her hands would scrabble for purchase, grabbing ahold of the leg of the coffee table and digging into the carpet as I relentlessly used her. I took her wrists in each hand and leaned forward, loving robbing her of all control, save the ability to bend her knees. As if to prove me wrong, she turned and rested her head, looking back at me, still completely dressed. Her panties rubbed along the side of my cock, irritating me, and her crop top had ridden up as I’d rubbed us along the carpet.

“You never answered me” I said, looking down at her as I lifted and dropped my hips, her ass rising to meet me as she regained control of her legs.

A foxy smile grew on the half of her face I could see, “Sorry, what was the question?”

I gave a small laugh and released her wrists for a moment, yanking her hips to mine as I ground my cock as deep as possible, her hands, now with little red circles around the wrists, shooting back as she moaned into the carpet. I repeated this, stretching her as I watched her moan and yell into the carpet.

“Pull yourself apart for me.”

She didn’t behave, so I kept thrusting as slaps started to rain on her ass, each harder than the last and making her tighten up around my ever-firmer thrusts, eventually getting sick of her disobedience and grabbing her hair in my left hand, pulling her back as my right continued to turn her pink, then red, then purple. I could feel her about to break and slid my right down to her pussy, and on my next thrust, slid two fingers in along with my cock. Amanda reacted as if tazed, her volume exploding as she began screaming her moans, my fingers curling within and pulling her hole along my cock. She reached back and started to pull herself apart, but her hands would slip off, trying to follow my instructions but unable to focus on the task. Finally she grabbed herself and exposed herself again, but I never let up, just wetting my thumb and using it to rub circles around her tightest hole before pushing it in to the first knuckle. I held her now by her hair, pussy, and ass, and yanked all three back towards myself, wanting her to feel as much at one time as possible as she peaked, and-

Still held up by the hair, her jaw started to open and close without making a sound, unconsciously pushing her ass back at me as I pumped myself into her, never slowing as her legs started to vibrate and twitch, massaging my cock and balls as they pressed against her when I held myself inside, loving how the flexing of her arched back somehow seemed to match the way her pussy milked me. Her ass jiggled as her hands fell to her side, making the fingers buried within even tighter, and I put her head on the carpet before grabbing her small neck in one hand, squeezing hard, forcing out every sensation possible as her body overloaded.

Finally she mostly stopped spasming, and eventually everything slowed as she let out only a little “ugh”, breathing deeply with her eyes closed, my cock still lodged deep within her.

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