The BHC

Greg sat up onto his knees and grabbed hold of her thighs and hips and started to really piston in and out of her, driving through Maeve's orgasm mercilessly. His own dick sang and jerked inside of her, wanting to cum so badly but knowing studs didn't cum first. He had to give it to her good. Even though he'd made her cum three times now. When would that be? He wasn't sure. Better just keep going. He groaned and pounded away, watching her lithe form writhe on his dick as she whimpered and moaned in pleasure beneath him. Maeve shook and bucked her hips, legs wrapped around her back as she milked every inch of him thoroughly, one hand buried between her thighs as she aggressively fingered her clit in concert to his fucking. The bedframe rattled and banged against the wall as Gregg huffed, sweat running down his body.

Time blurred together, there was nothing but the steady urgency of their sex. At some point she rolled over onto her hands and knees and Greg started fucking her from behind, flattening her pert little ass against the mattress and pulling lightly on her hair, making her shake and cry out in pleasure as she orgasmed from his rough fucking. He was her stud, he was her fuck god, her Big Human Cock. He OWNED that tight little ass of hers. That's what his mind told him, and he growled in satisfaction, feeling the pleasure build and build inside of him as he fucked himself towards exhaustion.

Finally, even Maeve started to feel burned out. She'd lost track of how many times Greg had made her cum, growling and grasping and pounding like an animal while she babbled away in pleasure, telling him what a fucking savage he was, a big dicked stag, her fucking meat daddy. She'd probably have been embarrassed (at least by that last one) if he could actually hear a word she was saying. Deep in a trance as he was, she wasn't sure he heard anything but moaning and felt the forbidden orgasm begging for release in his loins. Flopped over onto her back, she wrapped her legs tightly around his hips, locking him into place. "Greg's my good boy again," she rasped hoarsely, watching his eyes go blank and his jaw slack. "Cum for me baby," she purred, biting down on his ear.

Greg let out a strangled shout and came violently, arching his back as thick scalding jets of cum erupted out of him into Maeves tight little channel. He wasn't entirely sure where he was, but he was CUMMING like a freight train, urgently bucking and grinding against Maeve as she cooed and stroked the back of his neck. Finally, all the vitality gushed out of him, and he sank into a puddle with her, sweaty bodies entwined on tangled blankets, both of them gasping for breath as fluids trickled down their legs and loins.

Blissed out, skin sensitive, Greg nuzzled Maeves neck and whimpered. "I love you," he groaned hoarsely, mind bedazzled of everything but the overwhelming sense of affection and relief he felt at that moment. Maeve shivered and held him close, stroking his hair as her own haggard breathing slowed down. "I love you too, baby," she whispered, nestling into him, shutting her eyes tight as they both shook and glowed there together in the soaked sheets.