Natalie Vs. Prince

“Patience, love… Good things come to those who wait,” he tells me and, at that exact moment, he pinches my right nipple between his thumb and index finger. Violent electric sparks rage through my body as I succumb to his pressure, and I squirm in place as he starts to pinch harder and harder. Panting, I bite on my lower lip as the pain goes from my nerve endings to my brain, and there it turns into pure pleasure. When he does the same to my left nipple, pinching both of them at the same time, I can’t stop myself from moaning as loud as I can. I told you that I was very, very wet, didn’t I? Well, that’s nothing compared to the state I’m in right now. Swear to God, I’m so wet that I might just die of dehydration.

“I… I want more,” I cry out loud, swaying my hips from side to side. The moment I open my mouth to speak, Connor stops pinching my nipples and flattens the palm of his hands, squeezing both my breasts gently and making me purr with delight. Then, letting go, he brushes his fingers down to my stomach, closing in on the place that really matters. Still, he stops inches away from my pussy, stopping before he takes his fingers down my inner thighs. He strokes my skin there, and then goes for my groins… He’s so close to my pussy now that I can’t help but lift my hips from the mattress once more, trying to force my pussy against his hand. To no avail, of course, he lays his forearm across my waist and pins me down harshly.

“You really can’t wait, can you?” he asks me mischievously, and I nod as if I’m running a fever, anxiety filling every single one of my muscles.

“I need --” Connor cuts me short by flattening his hand against my pussy, taking his forearm off of my stomach and keeping me down with just the pressure of his hand. I gasp as I feel his touch on my pussy, my inner lips burning with desire, and then he makes it even better by turning his hand and placing his thumb above my clit. He starts to rub it with quick short circles, and I sway my hips from side to side, pressing my pussy against his hand. “Oh, God…” I moan as he starts to run one finger up and down the length of my pussy, gently teasing me. “Please, Connor… I can’t take this anymore…” I sigh heavily, my body burning from the inside out.

“I know,” he responds simply as he pushes his index finger past my folds and, curling it upward like a hook, he presses it against my G-spot. The moment I feel his touch there I grit my teeth and hiss, my body tensing up as all his teasing finally turns into something more tangible.

He doesn’t even move his finger—no, he just keeps it against my G-spot while he circles my clit with his thumb, but that’s all it takes. After torturing me for so long, every nerve ending in my body is as sensitive as it has ever been, and so every single touch of his propels me down pleasure’s lane. My muscles become so tense they seem like concrete, and a high voltage current travels up and down my spine as my mind spins into a disarray of thoughts. I come with a scream, the sound of it exploding in the air as the winds of ecstasy whirl the thoughts in my head into a pool of irrationality. And that’s when he starts to finger me.

I’m still coming when he starts moving his finger in and out of my pussy, but always pressing down on my clit. My screams turn into moans, and he takes that as a good opportunity for him to slide one more finger in. Flicking his wrist, he moves his fingers at a relentless pace, and it doesn’t take long for me to arch my back and start pulling with my arms against the ties that bind me. That wind inside of me is fanning the flames of ecstasy, and they’re threatening to consume me, which I don’t mind, not at all. As far as I’m concerned, pleasure like this can consume every single inch of my body, mind and soul. I’m free for the taking.

“I think I’m going to… I think that I’m --” The words die in my throat as my muscles start to spasm, a violent orgasm taking over my body and forcing me to scream again. I arch my back until the waves of pleasure start receding, and only then do I collapse completely on top of the mattress, breathing hard.

“And we’re just getting started,” he whispers, and I feel the mattress shifting under his weight as he moves. I tremble as I feel his lips on my neck, and then he starts to move his mouth downward, straight to the valley between both my tits. There, he climbs the curve of my right breast and, using only the tip of his tongue, laps at my hard nipple. A shiver goes up my spine as I feel him wrapping his lips around my pink tip, sucking and pressing down at the same time while, with his other fingers, he’s back to pinching on my nipple.

I expect him to take his mouth to my left breast as well, but that’s not what he does. Instead, when he finally lets go of my nipple, he starts brushing his lips down to my stomach, to my navel, and then further down until he’s over the mound just above my clit. Knowing what’s going to happen, I lift my hips up from the mattress once more, but this time he doesn’t make me wait.

“So… fucking… delicious…” he whispers, circling my clit with the wet tip of his tongue. I start swaying my hips from side to side, wanting more of his mouth, and he simply opens it wide and presses it against my wet folds. He starts sucking immediately, my folds going between his lips and into his mouth as he laps at them with his tongue. He isn’t sucking or licking—no, he’s doing it with such intensity that there’s only one way that I can describe what he’s doing right now: he’s devouring me.

Placing his forearm across my waist once more, he pushes me down onto the mattress as he eats me out. I squirm in place as I imagine my fluids dripping down his chin, his lips glistening, and I feel an overwhelming urge to take my blindfold off. Of course, I can’t do it, and so I have to endure the darkness… for now.

As Connor starts to jab at my insides with his tongue, I feel my pussy clenching, and I ready myself for another avalanche of pleasure. God, we’re not fucking yet

, and I’m on the verge of coming for the third time in a row… Seriously, I’m the luckiest woman on Earth, and that’s not up for debate.

“Oh, God,” I moan as that high voltage current inside of me grows even fiercer, electrifying every single one of my muscles and burning them up with ecstasy. “OH, GOD!” I repeat, this time shouting out the words as a convulsion takes over my body, my legs flailing as I once more try and push my arms against the ties around my wrists.

“Come, love,” Connor tells me, pulling back from between my thighs and circling my clit with his thumb, stroking it gently as my muscles twitch and spasm in quick-fire movements. “Come for me…” he continues, the sound of his voice caressing my eardrums and lulling me into a dream-like state, one where perfection is not only possible but attainable as well.

“I want you too, Connor,” I start, getting the words out between hard breaths. “I want to taste you. Now.” I tell him, trying to add some certainty behind my words. I might have met him as a nice submissive girl, but I’m learning a few things along the way. “I want you to give me your cock, all twelve inches of it, and I want you to do it right now,” I command him.

“Oh, seems like someone wants to take charge,” he says with a chuckle, and then I feel him moving over me. He’s on his feet now, I can feel him stepping over my body and then kneeling right above my breasts. I crane my neck, parting my lips and trying to reach for his cock, but to no avail. I only feel him on my mouth when he angles his member down, rubbing his glans against my lips.

I lap at his tip with my tongue, hungrily running it in circles, but I don’t linger there. I open my mouth as wide as I can and, craning my neck again, run my lips down his glans until all of it slides into my mouth. As I suck the tip of his cock eagerly, he places both his hands on my head and tangles his fingers in my hair; keeping me in place, he slowly slides his shaft down my mouth, and he does it until the tip of his cock is pressed tight against the back of my throat. My mouth is open so wide that my jaw already hurts from the effort, but the way it feels to be so completely filled by him… Oh, it makes it all so worth it.

“That’s it, love,” he whispers, sliding his cock out and then back in, rocking his hips in a crescendo of movement. “Your mouth feels fucking amazing…” he continues to whisper, thrusting so hard that I’m no longer sucking or licking; I’m just frozen in place as he fucks my tight mouth. “Fuck,” he groans suddenly, and I feel his cock pulsing against the roof of my mouth. He stops thrusting at once, and then slides his cock back until it pops out of my mouth with a wet sound. I hear his hard breathing, and then I feel him bending over me; his fingers are behind my head, working on his knot, and then he finally pulls the tie out.

My eyes narrow into slits as the light in the room bombards me, but the first thing I look at is his hard cock; there’s pre-cum glistening on its tip, and it’s pulsing with a violent eagerness for more.

“Fuck me, Connor. As hard as you can,” I tell him, my mind quivering as he crawls down to between my thighs, a wicked grin on his face.

“As hard as I can?” he asks me, looking into my eyes as a fire rages behind his. “Are you sure you can take it, love?”

“More than sure,” I respond, licking my lips as I part my legs, inviting him in. Still grinning, he leans into me, pressing his stomach over my own as he angles his cock straight at my pussy. He grabs his shaft with one hand and, pushing it down, rubs the tip of his cock up and down my inner lips; I tremble as I feel his member on me and, reacting by instinct, I cross my legs behind his lower back and reel him in. He doesn’t resist, instead, he accompanies the movement of my legs by thrusting hard.

“OH, GOD!” I scream at the top of my lungs, his thickness pushing against my inner walls and stretching me wide. It doesn’t matter how many times we fuck, I just can’t get used to a cock as big as his. Oh, make no mistake, I’m not complaining here, in fact, it’s just the opposite: every time we fuck, I get to feel his cock as if it’s the first time we’re together. It’s a true miracle of sex, if you ask me.

As he thrusts, he leans further into me, pressing his body on mine, and kisses me. I close my eyes and surrender to the way his lips feel on mine, our tongues dancing and fighting as the rhythm of his hips grow into a maddening frenzy. He’s moving so fast that everything in me is burning, and that includes my soul. His thickness moves in and out at a hard pace, straining against my inner walls and hitting that sweet spot every time it goes deep inside of me.

With my legs locked on his back, I urge him to go even faster even though I’m not sure if I can take it. But I do it anyway, and Connor responds by thrusting so hard that I can’t help but scream until my throat turns raw.

“Untie me, untie me,” I beg him, the sound of my voice raspy and urgent. I’m straining against the ties hard, but all he does is look at me with a wicked grin.

“I will… But you’ll have to be nice,” he teases me, and then reaches with one hand for the bedpost and undoes both knots. The moment I feel my arms free from bindings, I place both my hands on his back and dig my fingernails into his skin so hard I might draw blood and leave a mark. At the same time, I start nibbling at his neck, pulling his skin between my teeth perhaps too harshly; he doesn’t seem to care, though, and he keeps on thrusting until I feel on the verge of exploding.

He’s fucking me so hard that I wouldn’t be surprised if the bed breaks and we fall straight onto the floor. But that doesn’t happen; what happens is that I come, a mighty explosion going off inside of my head. I close my eyes as my brain goes thermonuclear, my blood grows radioactive, and my pussy tightens so much around Connor’s cock that I might just break it in half.