He would have been gritting his teeth but her tongue was deep in his mouth.
He desperately wanted to hold on... to enjoy the soft wet depths of her cunt... but she was too good for him. She was in control and she showed no mercy. He knew she wanted his cum and she was riding him to finish him off.
There would be no pauses for him to regain control. There would be no soft kisses or slowing things down. She wanted him now and she wasn't prepared to wait for what was hers. She was like a wild animal... hungry for the kill... and the more he tried to slow her down the harder she rode him.
Her lust and passion overwhelmed him and scared him, but he couldn't escape... he didn't want to escape this wild woman who was totally in control of him.
There was no stopping her... he begged... he pleaded but it had no effect on her... and then there was no stopping him.
He groaned and shuddered, his body arched up against hers and she giggled as she pulled back and looked down into his eyes.
Again and again he thrust his body against hers and she rode those thrusts and held his gaze as one wave of pleasure after another screamed through his body as his cum pulsed into her.
He was inside her body, but she was inside his head. He was deep in her cunt and filling her, but she was in control.
Even when he was gasping for breath and had no more to give her she stayed on top, trapping his cock inside her as she leaned down and kissed him with a wild passion that he couldn't resist. Her tongue was everywhere in his mouth and her long nails dug deep into his shoulders.
Even when his cock had shrunk and all but slipped out of her she stayed on top of him, kissing him and letting his cum dribble out of her and run down over his balls.
When she finally rolled off him he was almost glad that it was over... at least he thought it was over, but she had other ideas. Other girls might have rolled off him and headed for the bathroom but not this one.
She kissed her way down over his chest and belly and then took his tiny, shrunken manhood in her mouth and began to suck.
He thought that his head would explode... he begged her to stop... he tried to push her away but she was out of his reach and he was powerless to sit up or pull away. All he could do was endure the pleasure that was almost painful and wait for her to stop.
And with one final smack of her lips she did stop... but she still didn't run for the bathroom. Instead she kissed her way back up over his belly and chest and, before he could stop her, she was kissing him on the mouth.
'Oh god... oh no!' he was tasting himself... this was wrong... this was terrible... he wanted to push her away but she was on top of him again and her tongue was in his mouth and...
He could feel his cock growing hard. He could feel her nipples hard against him. His hands were on her hips, on her ass, holding her. His fingers were between her ass cheeks, searching for her anus and she was moaning as his fingers pushed into her.
She wriggled and he could feel his cock enveloped by her pussy lips. She reached down between them and his cock was inside her again.
"I took it last time," she whispered between kisses. "This time you give it to me."
He pushed and she didn't resist. He came out from underneath her and was behind her and between her legs in heartbeat. She eased herself up onto her knees and cried out as he slammed his cock into her pussy.
Again and again he drove into her and each time she moaned as it went in. This time there was no urgency, no lack of control. She had already taken his cum so this time there was control and he was going to show her that he could fuck her senseless.
But then she moved... there was resistance... she cried out again and once again he was inside and it was tighter... even more wet... and in a flash he was struggling for control because he knew that he was in her ass.
He was there not because he wanted to be there... the thought of ass-fucking her hadn't crossed his mind... at least not on their first date... but it was on hers and from the moment his fingers had slipped under the hem of her short skirt in the dimly lit bar downstairs.
Of course she had dared him to do that... just to see how wet she was... and the gentle touch and slow probing told her that this was a guy who knew what he was doing and could give her what she wanted.
And now he was, once again she had him where she wanted him and he was going to give up even more of the hot sticky cum that she craved.
He hadn't meant to pick her up in the bar. Sure, he had gone down to the bar with the intention of picking some chic up... he did it at least one night of every trip he made away from home... but not this chic.
His usual one-nighters were younger, slimmer... cool and maybe even a little aloof and there were plenty of those to choose from in the bar of the hotel he was staying at.
The bar was crowded and the only place he could find to sit was right at the end but that was ok because, from there, he could check out all the talent and pick his target.
What he hadn't noticed was that the only other empty bar stool was the one right beside him and he realised later that perhaps that made him something of a target. Perhaps that empty seat explained why there was a bigger girl heading his way.
He watched her come through the crowd and admired the full breasts and the deep cleavage that her blouse wasn't meant to conceal. Her tight short skirt caught his eye too... and so did the easy way she walked. She looked interesting but she was curvy... bigger... older... maybe 40... and her long hair was brown instead of blonde... she just wasn't his type.
The way the hem of her skirt rode up as she sat down on the stool next to him caught his eye and he noticed that she made no attempt to pull it down... but she wasn't his type.
She smiled at him, "Hi, I'm Jane." He smiled back, "Hi, I'm Ed."
Nice smile... so warm and friendly... and the way she looked him straight in the eye... no, she wasn't his type... but he couldn't resist being drawn into a conversation with her.
She was here for a conference that was starting the next day and she would be in town for two nights.
He confessed that he was here for a conference too, but he didn't tell her which one and she didn't push him to find out.
He knew that there were several on in town that week and it was unlikely she would be interested in land-use technology. Most women weren't so why mention something that she might find boring?
She might not have been his type but bore her into leaving? Talking to her was easy... he didn't have to struggle as he did with most of the girls he picked up. She listened and was genuinely interested.
She smiled... and the smile was warmer... she moved a little closer and he talked more. Before long he was telling her more about himself than he usually told any chic he picked in a bar and about the same time he realised that he wasn't thinking about any other girls in the bar.
He was having trouble looking at anything but her dark eyes and he was noticing the soft, subtle scent that she was wearing
Later he couldn't pinpoint when it happened but, as they drank and talked, they... or maybe he was the only one who need to... crossed a line of intimacy and moved into a place where it seemed so natural to touch her knee to emphasis a point and then to rest his hand on her thigh.
When he realised what he had done he expected her smile to disappear and his hand to be brushed away but neither of those things happened. Instead she rested her hand on his for a few moments and then picked up her glass.
"Don't stop there," she said softly as she parted her legs a little. The look she gave him over the rim of her glass blew him away... but he hesitated.
"Go on, you know you want to."