A Tale of Two Paramours Ch. 31

"Fuck yes," she groaned, bringing her legs up so that her calves were pressed against my buttocks. "Pound my little cunt. Make it hurt."

Other than a grunt, I did not respond. I concentrated on keeping my rhythm, not only because she wanted it fast, but also because I did not know if I could maintain my erection without the higher stimulation provided by ramming in and out of her warm wetness as hard and fast as I could.

"I'm coming!" My lover shouted, her hands grasping at my arms as she arched her back, her body rigid beneath me.

As I had been concentrating on my own performance, Jessi's climax took me by surprise. I ceased thrusting, my length all the way inside her, as spasms tightened her vagina around me.

"Don't stop," the blonde gasped. "Keep fucking me."

Doing as she asked, I slid out almost all the way, then pushed back into her. The first few times I did this slowly, but then, as her body and her vagina relaxed, I picked up speed. I did not reach the same force and tempo I had used before, but Jessi did not seem to mind, as she ran her hands over my chest and smiled up at me.

"That was amazing," she told me, eyes shining. "Just the right mix of pleasure and pain."

"And how are you now?"

"Still hurts, but I want you to come."

"I do not know if I will," I admitted. "It may not happen again so soon."

"It could for me," she moaned. "If you can keep this up a little longer."

Accepting that as a challenge, I picked up my tempo. Jessi moaned louder, then put an arm around my neck, lifted herself off the bed, and kissed me, her tongue pushing into my mouth.

"Torture my little tits," she whispered in my ear before she sunk back down.

Supporting myself with my left arm, I used my right hand to squeeze and twists her breasts, albeit not with the force I thought would leave bruises. But Jessi had other ideas.

"Harder, Mark. Make it really hurt. Make me remember it for days."

"You want me to bruise you," I said, more accusation than question.

"Fuck yes," she breathed, that intense Jessi look in her blue eyes. "I want to see where your fingers were."

My body shivered, and I knew I should not do as she asked. But, I did it anyway. The young blonde brought her pillow over her face and screamed as clamped down on her right breast, and then did the same, but louder, when I switched to the left.

"Use both hands," she grunted, pushing against my torso until I was kneeling upright.

I managed to keep my rhythm in the new position while also squeezing her breasts, on in each hand. Jessi's body arched up off the bed, pushing her chest even harder against my grasping hands.

"I'M COMING AGAIN," she shrieked as I felt her pussy clamp viselike around me before it vibrated with spasms, the way it did when she climaxed particularly hard.

I stopped all motion, not just because I thought I should, but because she was so tight around me, I did not think it would be possible to continue. Unfortunately, as her climax stretched out over many seconds, my erection faded. But the time her body fell limp against the bed, my flaccid penis slid out of her.

"Did you come?" she asked, eyes half-closed.

"No. As I said, it was not going to happen."

"I could try sucking you," she offered, lifting a hand and running it through my damp hair.

"No point," I shrugged before lying down beside her. "I am done for now."

Jessi turned on her side so she was facing me, snuggled up against my body, and kissed me. The kiss was soft and languid, yet full of passion.

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