He Pounded Me Deep and Hard

This is the sequel chapter to "Looking for a Good Fuck."

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Daddy Big Dick would arrive any moment now.

This wasn't the first time I had ever hooked up with a guy I met online, but I felt unusually excited about this encounter. I knew that something different would go down tonight.

My heart leapt into my throat when my doorbell rang.

Bracing myself, I stood tall and marched towards the door. When I opened it, I sucked in a breath. Oh Lord, the guy was hot.

He was tall and muscular, with a handsome, roguish face. I wanted him to ravish me now. He touched the most primal parts of my being.

As I moved aside to let him in, his eyes lingered on my cleavage. He smirked and raised his eyes to mine.

While I had no doubt that he still wanted to fuck me, I couldn't help but feel a moment of insecurity. Did he find me inadequate? A guy like him could get with any girl (or boy) he wanted.

He then lifted my chin, and whispered in a suave voice, "Relax, baby. We're going to have so much fun."

I swallowed, my courage deserting me. All I could do was smile shyly.

I pointed in the direction of my bedroom and he grinned. Without a word, he picked me up and carried me there.

At first, I wanted to protest that I wasn't a child or a damsel in distress. But I stopped myself, because something in me actually enjoyed being indulged like this.

"Oof," I said when he plopped me down onto my mattress. I felt like such a princess and I gazed up at him with an expectant smile.

His returning smile was wicked. Without warning, his hands dove under the neckline of my shirt and grasped my breasts. I moaned with desire but shrieked when he squeezed too hard.

He laughed. "Oh yes, your tits are just as big and juicy as I expected." He proceeded to suck at my nipples, which I enjoyed much more. I arched my back to give more of myself to him.

Until he bit down.

"Ow!" I screeched like a cat who got its tail stepped on. I growled. "Watch it, will you?"

The man didn't look remorseful, only amused. A big, red bite mark marred my smooth breast. The man licked my sore flesh as if to soothe it. When I started to squirm with annoyance, he pinned me down, and somehow managed to rip off all our clothes. I felt both aroused and scared at this moment.

Then the man clamped his mouth over mine, and thrust his tongue deep down my throat. With one hand, he reached down and started digging a finger into my cunt. I was being penetrated in two holes at once, and all I could do was protest, "Mmmph!" Yet, I couldn't say I disliked it. I... wasn't entirely sure how I felt, but I wanted him to keep going.

Now he plunged two, three, four, then five of his fat fingers up my tight channel, which was sopping wet by now. I felt like such a slut and I really wanted to get fucked.

As if he read my mind, he stopped kissing my mouth, and began sucking my neck instead; meanwhile, his hard rod brushed back and forth at my entrance. I whined, "You're such a tease!"

His laughter vibrated next to my ear. "Oh, my sweet princess. Just you wait..."

It suddenly struck me that he sounded like the python in The Jungle Book. He certainly was seductive enough, though not as seductive as Scarlett Johansson. "Get on with it," I grumbled.

He halted his movements, and I wanted to scream with impatience. The guy whispered, "I want you to beg for it."

"Excuse me?" I uttered, a little affronted, since I was usually the one who called the shots. It was always the man who begged me, not the opposite way around.

He tapped a finger on my lips, rather playfully, and disdainfully. "Princess, if you don't beg, I'll leave you hanging."

"You wouldn't dare," I said with a glower.

He grinned. "I would."

We stared each other down, and I wished I could call this erotically charged, but it wasn't; it was sheer hostility. At long last, I shoved his body away from me. "Off!"

"What?" The guy looked so genuinely surprised that I almost felt sorry for him.

I didn't relent, though. I pressed my lips together with displeasure. "If you want to screw me, you have to do it on my terms. Understand?"

Anger filled his irises, and I was afraid, but I didn't want to back down. This was my home and my body, for Christ's sake. But after a moment, he took a deep breath, and his expression cleared.

The man smiled, almost congenially. "Are you sure? You want me to leave you high and dry?"

I lifted my chin. "I'd rather be high and dry. I'll just use a toy to help me cum."

He smirked, the douchebag. "Seriously? You'd use a toy when you've got a perfectly hard, strong dick that can mash your pussy to smithereens?"

Argh, I hated how even that description turned me on. Regardless, he must have noticed, because his lips curled up again in smug amusement.

The guy laid a hand on my cheek, patted it gently. He stared unflinchingly into my eyes. "All you have to do is beg," he whispered.

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I took a deep breath, reconsidering. Then I said, my voice demure, "Take me, please." I stared up at him with pleading eyes.

He looked just as astonished as I expected him to. But he didn't give any more thought to it, it seemed, and he snickered. "Good girl. I knew you'd come around. You can't resist me."

In the next second or two, he crammed his thick cock into me.

"Ah!" I cried out in shock and pain. I felt so stretched out.

He groaned with pleasure. "Oh, damn, your pussy feels so good. You're the tightest bitch I've ever fucked." Then he started slamming his piston in and out of me.

Oh gosh. I moaned at the dual mix of pain and pleasure. This guy was so rough; he even reached out to squeeze my breasts again. He kissed me deeply, and plunged his tongue down my throat.

Despite how merciless the man was, I found myself transported to a blissful heaven. I grew dazed as pleasure filled my mind. He was relentless in groping every inch of my body, and his hard cock knew no end. He rammed me tirelessly and drove me from rapture to rapture.

I moaned as he pushed me all the way up to my peak, and I burst with an overwhelming joy that left me speechless for a long while.

Even after I came, the man kept drilling his big dick into my poor, battered pussy. The high of my orgasm was wearing off, and I wanted him to stop. But in the next instant, he let out a roar as he came. His hot seed sprayed into me, filling my fertile womb.

When he pulled out, copious cum was still dripping from my hole, and the guy looked at it with glee. "Yes, take it all, my pretty, you'll be pregnant with my babies in no time."

He was so rude, yet I felt so turned on by his words. I almost wanted a second round of sex. When I glanced with longing at his cock, the guy kissed me on the lips and said, "No, no, sweetie. If you want me to smash you again, you'll have to call me up another day." With a triumphant air, he got dressed again, smiled, and left my apartment.

I lay on my bed, and stared up at my ceiling. The man's semen was still dribbling out of me. What had I done?