Blessed

"Never," I find myself saying.

"Good," he replies in that same tone of voice. Pushing me off him, he then sits up; grabbing me by the waist, he makes me go on all fours and then kneels behind me. "Are you sure you’re good for more?" he asks me again, and this time there’s genuine concern in his voice. I must look like a ruin now, for him to be asking me the same thing twice. But I don’t even have to think twice about the answer I want to give him.

"I’m always good for more," I say and, even though my voice is quivering, it's good enough for me. With both of his hands on my hips, he closes in on me, the tip of his cock right against my drenched folds.

"I could keep doing this forever," he whispers and, as he finishes his sentence, he simply rams his massive cock inside of me. But he doesn’t stop there—oh no. As he starts to thrust, hell bent on completely demolishing my pussy, he spreads my ass cheeks wide and then starts caressing my crack.

When one finger of his goes over my asshole, he then starts pressing down on it, sliding his whole finger inside me. I gasp as he does it, but there’s more to come; using his free h

and, he takes it around my waist and presses down on my clit with two fingers.

Working on my pussy, ass, and clit at the same time, it’s only a matter of time until I explode. Finally, when he feels me on the verge of another orgasm, he slides his fingers out of me and gives me a break.

But not for long.

I’m screaming now, and I’m also moaning. God, I don’t even know which one I’m doing. I can’t see straight; I can’t hear a thing. This exact moment, the only thing my mind can process is the way Connor’s pummeling me, pushing me toward the edge of ecstasy. He does it relentlessly, almost as if he’s not a normal human being. He doesn’t tire, he doesn’t complain, he doesn’t let up; he simply keeps ramming his cock into me until I start forgetting who I really am.

"Oh, God… Again… I’m gonna… come again..." I moan, feeling everything in me burning up, from my toes to the tip of my hair. He grabs a handful of my hair and, pulling on it, forces my head back as he buries his mouth against my neck, softly biting there as he thrusts his hips harder at me.

"Oh my God…" I find myself saying, those flames of pleasure that lick at my muscles turning into a raging storm that makes me shudder and pant. "More." More? I don’t know why I’ve said it; I don’t know if I’m physically capable of enduring more pleasure, but it seems that desire has taken over me. I’m no longer in control. And now that I’ve said it, there’s no going back.

Connor growls at me and, grabbing me by the waist, he keeps me on all fours as he prepares himself for the final minutes of this round. Oh, yeah, the final moments; soon enough we’re going to be home.

Massaging my ass cheeks, he slides one hand between my legs and rubs his fingers from my clit to my ass, and then resumes his thrusting motion again. I press my forehead against the headrest, sweat trickling down my back, as his cock parts my folds and lodges itself deep inside me once more. I jut my ass back and start swaying my hips slightly, moving them from side to side as I rock my body against him at the same time.

He presses into me with all his weight, and I can feel his hard breathing against my neck.

"I love you, Connor…" I find myself repeating, knowing in my heart that no man has ever made me feel like this. And no, I’m not talking about the sex only. There’s that, of course, but it goes way deeper than just our bodies.

"I love you too, Clarise," he whispers against my neck, pushing his cock so deep into me that I wouldn’t be surprised if my body broke in half. And what do I do? I push back against him, jutting my ass even more, and he responds by grabbing both my breasts hard, squeezing them against each other. He plays with my nipples by pressing them between his fingers, rubbing and pulling them, and pleasure starts dripping from my breasts to my whole body.

I’m moaning so hard I’m surprised my throat isn’t sore already. God, there’s nothing better than letting it all out like this

"Fuck, I want this every day for the rest of my life," Connor groans, and then he slaps my ass hard as he bends over and starts breathing hard against my neck; his hands go to my waist and, holding me in place, he starts fucking me like he's never done before, thrusting his hips into me so fiercely that my whole body is burning up. I didn’t even know until now that a person could move as fast as he’s moving.

My moans turn into screams and, before I even have the time to realize what’s happening, fireworks are already going off in my mind. I’m coming, each stroke of his cock making my mind splinter into a million shards of pleasure. And, God, it couldn’t be any more perfect.

He doesn’t stop or slow; he keeps pushing through my moans and my screams, pounding me mercilessly. Only five seconds have passed, and a tidal wave of pleasure is engulfing me once more, all my limbs shaking and trembling as I come like a madwoman.

He keeps going until that overwhelming pleasure comes for him too; with one final stroke he pushes his cock as deep as it can possibly go. I scream, feeling both pain and impossible pleasure, and he holds it there. His cock sprays my insides in an instant, each spasm of his cock making a shiver go up my spine. I push my hips back at him as he cums, tightening my pussy around his thickness with all the strength I can muster.

I hold my position, gasping for air and reeling from the maddening attack of ecstasy my body has just suffered.

As he pulls back, I feel his cum dripping down my pussy to my thighs, thick strands of it running down my legs. I don’t know why, but feeling it running down my legs … it feels good.

And you know what else feels good? If you guessed ‘having that cum licked off your pussy’, you guessed right. Closing my eyes, I then feel him bend over; he flicks the tip of his tongue against my cum-coated folds, taking them into his mouth and licking me dry.

I keep in place as he takes good care of me, and I only dare move when he pulls back from me. Sitting up, I don’t take a minute to rest; no, I just turn toward him and kiss him, stealing whatever cum he scooped up from my pussy.

"This was good," he breathes out, "but are you ready for round two?"

"More than ready," I laugh. Jesus, I can barely stand on my two legs right now. "But if you want a round two, you’ll have to carry me all the way up to my bedroom."

"You got yourself a deal … Just don’t get used to it."

"No? I thought you were a gentleman."

"Only when I’m around you," he says, and this time he isn’t joking or teasing. He’s being plain honest, the vibrancy of his words making my skin prickle.