Blessed

My muscles are still twitching when he places one arm around my waist, his hand going down to between my legs and searching for my clit. The moment his fingers find it, all hell breaks loose inside of me. I come again, just seconds after my first orgasm, and this time I can’t help it; I throw my head back and scream at the top of my lungs.

"My turn," I find myself saying as I pull his head back from my pussy. Grabbing him by the hands, I force him to sit next to me and then I take his position on the floor, kneeling between his spread legs.

Reaching up, I grab him by the collar of his shirt, but I don’t even bother with unbuttoning it. No, I just pull it in opposite directions, making all the buttons pop out. If he can ruin my underwear, I have the right to ruin his shirts.

The moment his abs come into sight, I kiss his stomach gently, my tongue caressing the outline of marble wall. I look up and there he is, smiling with his eyes closed, savoring my lips on his skin. Opening his pants, I then grab his boxer briefs and pull them down in one single motion. Both his pants and boxer briefs go down to his knees, and his cock springs up, massive and inviting. My pussy burns hot at the sight of it and I lean in; I kiss the tip, parting my lips and licking it with slow deliberate circles. He moans as my lips engulf his tip, his warmness spreading to my lips. I savor him, his flavor more than proof that I'm entering the Holy Temple of Pleasure

With a slow motion my mouth goes forward, my lips sliding down his shaft. I feel his hips pressing forward and, when his whole cock is in my mouth, his hands touch my head, grabbing it with firmness. My tongue draws circles around his cock, and I bob my head gently, his hardness dancing inside of my mouth, alive with raw desire.

I drag my fingernails across his hips then, hard enough to draw blood, the way his cock’s completely filling my mouth and driving me crazy. I pull back from his cock then and, with cautious fingers, I grab his member, stroking it. Up and down my hands go, first gentle, then hard, hard, hard. I then grow wetter (as impossible as that may sound), imagining his cock inside of me. He pulls my hair, throwing my head back, and then grins at me.

"Come here," he commands me, and then pulls me up so that I’m sitting next to him. His mouth goes to my neck then, savage kisses and dangerous bites finding their way through my skin.

With a single yank he pulls my straps down my shoulders; growling like a wild animal, he pushes the dress down my body, leaving me only in my bra. Taking his hands straight to my shoulder blades, he unclasps my bra and takes it off as well, revealing my breasts. His lips come down on them like a hawk on its prey, engulfing on a hard rosy nipple. My fingers are on his back, fingernails digging deep into his skin.

Delicious punishment for all the pleasure he’s giving me.

While his tongue dances around one nipple, his fingers start caressing the other one. I no longer feel like a woman, but as a creature of myth, a nymph whose whole purpose is to seduce men like him and be fucked relentlessly.

Taking his shirt off, he presses his chest against mine, our thighs close and burning.

Please, please, please, my pussy seems to whisper. How I want him to --

As if he can read my thoughts, he lays me down on the seat and follows after me. Grabbing his cock with one hand, he angles it down so that its tip is pressed against my drenched folds. He holds it there for a long time, just staring into my eyes. Then, with a single motion he is inside of me.

His cock fills me, a single dose of mind-numbing ecstasy running through my veins, blue electricity dulling my thoughts and strengthening my senses. It’s war inside of me; my thoughts burn and explode, and I cry out in pleasure.

Heaven is real, I think as his hard cock slides between my pussy lips. I wrap my legs around his lower back, my body trying to devour his. I pant, I moan, I scream. As his cock dances inside of me, singing lust and desire, I suddenly realize that fucking with a man like Connor seems like what I was put on Earth for. And what a good purpose that is.

I am drunk with sex, oblivious to reason and to the world.

"Hard… As hard as you can," I whisper as I place my hands on his cheeks, feeling the perfect curve of his ass as I dig my fingers into it.

"You asked for it," he merely says, and then he unleashes hell upon my body. His hips start moving fast, his cock sliding in and out of my pussy at such a rhythm that fireworks start exploding behind my eyelids. Sometimes I wonder why I ask him to go this hard; I mean, this is almost too much for any woman… But I simply can’t help it, you know? In a way, the way he fucks is almost like a drug; you know it might destroy, but you feel irresistibly drawn to it.

"Don’t --" I start to say, but he’s fucking me so fast that I don’t manage to finish my sentence. Flames of pleasure lap at my body, and I arch my back as I feel lightning shoot up my spine. My pussy tightens up around his cock like a vice, and every single muscle in my body seems to be twitching and spasming without rhyme or reason.

By the time he slides his cock out of me, I’m already covered in sweat. Amazing, huh? I was just lying on my back, being ravaged by him, but he still managed to push me to the limit. Well, it doesn’t matter, because I want to keep on pushing past whatever limitations I might have.

"We’re still far," I laugh, looking out the window as I sit up. "We still got time," I continue, pushing him down on the seat and climbing on top of him, my knees on either side of his waist.

"Don’t you want to save your energy until we get inside your bedroom?" he asks me playfully, but I can tell that he’s worried if I can endure a sex marathon. Ah, he should know better by now.

"What do you think?" I laugh, grabbing his cock and angling it so that its tip is against my drenched folds. "I can go all night long, Connor… And you better keep up," I throw at him, lowering myself in one sudden motion. His cock flies deep inside of me then, making my pussy feels as if it’s on fire.

"That’s what I wanted to hear," he laughs right back at me, grabbing my ass cheeks and thrusting upward. Even though I should be the one riding him, he’s the one in control of the whole action; he’s fucking me mercilessly, doing it in such a way that I doubt I’ll be able to walk in a straight line once the limo stops… But one problem at a time, right?

Slowly, I start swaying my body as well, trying to match the rhythm of his thrust. Which, trust me, isn’t easy. He’s such a freak of nature that keeping up with him is almost a miracle. Thankfully, Connor used to be a holy man, and that means that miracles aren’t out of reach.

Closing my eyes, I grit my teeth and let instinct take over. Soon enough, I’m jumping up and down on his cock as fast as I can, and he still keeps thrusting as I do it. It should've been impossible for us to be doing it like this but, well, we’re doing it. After all we’ve been through, I guess that we might just go ahead and tear ‘impossible’ out of our vocabulary.

"Keep going," he whispers at me, his voice reaching my ears as if it’s coming from the other side of the world. "Don’t stop, babe… Go all the way," he continues to say, spurring me on, and I do exactly what he’s telling me to do.

I ride him so hard that the inevitable happens; another orgasm crashes against my body, and that so fast and hard that all of my bones seem to be rattling inside their frame.

"Fuck…" I groan, realizing that I’ve already came God knows how many times, and we’re still a long way from home. I’m starting to have a few doubts; am I really going to survive a round two? Well, I can’t say for sure, but I sure as hell am willing to try. No guts, no glory.

"You’re not giving up on me, are you?" Connor asks me and, even though I still have my eyes closed, I know that there’s a wild grin on his lips.