"You can't resist", she said. "Just like I told you!"
He was out of his mind with lust for her and could not verbalize. He could only groan his reluctant agreement.
They were naked and copulating on her bed. She was beneath him, legs open. Her pussy impaled on his thrusting penis. He was physically stronger and on top of her and in her, yet she had all the control.
She had bet him that if she let him fuck her for 5 minutes, he would lack the will to stop and pull out. Instead, he would be unable to resist her, and keep fucking her until he came inside her.
He loved fucking this sexy woman, though was confident he could control the situation. He was finding out how wrong he was.
Perhaps the first hint he shouldn't have taken this bet was the predatory gleam in her eye when he accepted, and how she immediately pulled him down onto her. Her pussy was tight and coy playing hard to get, not yielding immediately to his intrusion. But nonetheless not TOO hard to get. He pushed his rock hard cock in slow rhythm against her, initially blocked and pressing stiffly, with more pressure and then less but staying outside. But slowly she yielded, and he eventually breached her lips and slightly beyond, then progressively deeper on each thrust. So erotic, that initial penetration and subsequent descent. Her wetness and warmth growing around him. His hardness pushing deeper and filling her. She smirked up at him with gleeful eyes, and ran her fingernails up and down his sides and back. So easily he was making himself hers.
Now he was finally balls deep. He savored the moment, temporarily motionless. She liked it too. Then she squeezed him with her internal muscles.
He had closed his eyes. He opened them but they were unfocused. She already had him lost in her. He resumed thrusting.
"Feels good, doesn't it?" she teased him. "Oh, so good!" he moaned against her as he continued thrusting. His balls slapped against her on each downstroke, and on the way up he pulled most of the way out but not the whole way. He wanted to feel her continuously, and stay inside her.
"Your time is almost up", she said. "But you can't stop. It's too good". She was liking it a lot herself. But it was him and not her who had foolishly bet he would stop.
"Now it's been 5 minutes", she noted. "Time to pull out if you're going to" she teased. "But you're not going anywhere. Because it's too good, and you're mine".
He was balls deep again in that moment, and trembling against her. He started pulling out. But he didn't go all the way out. He stopped at about two thirds of the distance. Hovering over her and still inside her. Just like many of the other thrusts. He didn't want to stop. He couldn't stop. He couldn't resist her. She watched him. She stared intensely and mockingly into his eyes. Daring him to pull out any farther. Of course he did not. Instead, he groaned and pushed back down into her. She smirked up at him in triumph. They both felt him bottom out in her again, then rise partly out, then back down. He couldn't get out. He had surrendered. She clasped her heels behind his back, clamping him against her. He kept fucking her because he couldn't stop. She had ensnared him in her pussy trap.
"You can't resist!" she exulted. "Just like I told you". It was true. There was no resisting her. He was hers. It was inevitable. He would never escape that pussy now. He had his chance, and didn't take it.
She loved the feeling of his muscular body pushing into her and against her, strong yet under her control. She resumed teasing him with her fingernails, dancing and stroking them over his skin. She loved touching and slapping his clenching ass cheeks, delighting in his heaving, humping motions, partly able to see and partly imagining what he looked like, thrusting and partially withdrawing again and again, completely enthralled with the rhythms and sensations. He had been rock hard for a while now but she could feel him get even more engorged as he fucked her and fucked her, and she sometimes gave him teasing squeezes back. It was almost over.
