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🕑 Added 2023-07-28 00:59:01 +0000 UTCShe suddenly pulled her mouth away, her enjoyment of being fucked in it eclipsed by the desire to be entered between the legs. Her cunt itched and demanded the fullness of a prick.
Harry moaned like a wounded animal at the loss of Lash’s pressure around his throbbing cock when it had almost achieved release. “Why’d you lay off?” he gasped. “I was just about there.”
“I wanted to be fucked, my host… I need to be fucked… I’m going to be fucked by the same cock I just made hard as steel!”
“Good prediction,” was all Harry could say. His climax was receding. Reason returned. “You know, almost coming but not quite is even worse than not getting fucked at all.”
Lash smiled at him. It suddenly felt like the old days. Her teasing him more than satisfying him, all because he refused to take advantage of what she had to offer. But there was an orgasmic feeling in knowing that now, she would get what she wanted—give Harry what he wanted—and he would take it.
“Then it sounds like you have much aggression to take out on me,” Lash said. “Don’t worry about me not surviving it. I’ve died once before. It’s not so bad.”
Harry sat up and Lash came up to her knees. He reached out and playfully shoved her away. She fell back, catching herself on her elbows while Harry lunged on top of her. He held her down with ease as she made only token efforts to launch herself out of her pin.
But, with a devilish smile, Lash decided not to make it too easy for him, no matter how much she herself wanted it. She forced herself up and Harry fell to the side, Lash sweeping on top of him before he thrust her back down to the floor. And so they rolled on the carpet like two wrestling animals, tumbling together until Lash slipped loose of his sweaty body.
She spidered away on her hands and knees and Harry grabbed her by the ankle, pulling her back. Lash’s fingers conveniently couldn’t find a grip anywhere on the floor. Harry laid down on top of her, his chest to her back, and took her in a passionate embrace. His prick was hard as it had ever been, pounding against her buttocks.
She turned at the waist and dropped her hand to his member, caressing it with a slow solemnity that told Harry the play was over. Now what little resistance she had put up was done with.
Harry kept one elbow on the ground, levering his weight off Lash and holding her with one arm, letting her keep stroking him. They smiled at each other until their lips met in heated conflict. Lash could almost feel the flame inside him when he pressed closer to her, forcing her down to the ground and covering her front with his muscular frame.
Her thighs opened, letting Harry between them, and his cock slipped easily inside of her, hot and slick. Lash gasped at the feel of him in her, filling her, beginning her satisfaction. She pulled her knees up instinctively and he went further into her, separating the walls of her cunt like they would never come together again.
Harry set his shoulders against the insides of her knees and held them up against her breasts. Lash cackled at his ruthlessness. It was a position that a man would think was uncomfortable, but it felt nothing but natural for her to be balled up like this, her sex bared to all the penetration he could give her.
Harry seemed to know this was what she wanted. He rocked against her, bundling her up even more. Her knees were nailed beside her ears and her ass lifted up to the highest point on her body. Harry withdrew and then jackhammered down into her, again and again, thrust after thrust as fast as he could give them.
Lash wasn’t at all as cramped as she should be, sandwiched between Harry’s pumping body and the floor. With Harry driving over and over again into the depths of her sex, it felt like he might just fuck right through her.
“Fuck me, fuck me!” Lash cried, and almost thought it was someone else calling out so needfully.
Harry answered by increasing his speed, going into rougher and harder, with all his strength. He showed his control as he maintained a smooth, steady motion even while he rattled the floorboards with Lash’s body.
