"I think you can’t handle me," he tells me, his smart eyes burning into mine.
"You’re all confused, daddy," I shoot back, the words flowing easily from between my lips. "You’re the one who can’t handle me," I continue, placing both my arms over his shoulders and jumping into him, trusting that he’s going to grab me. And that’s exactly what he does; his hands fly to my ass and he picks me up, the tip of his cock brushing against my soaking pussy.
"There’s only one way to find out," he grins as I lace my legs behind his back, anticipation making my heart beat faster.
"I agree."
Grinning, Drake uses one hand to grab his cock and places its tip right between my pussy lips. All he needs to do now is to thrust but, instead, he just holds his position.
"You want it bad, don’t you?" he asks me, his grin widening.
"I do," I reply, moving my hips and trying to force his cock to slide inside my pussy. It slides just one inch in, but it’s enough for me to have a taste of what’s to come. Oh, this is going to be far better than anything I could’ve imagined, and I have a very restless imagination.
"OH GOD!" I breathe out as he thrusts without warning. I moan, my voice so high-pitched I’m surprised not a single window has cracked. His shaft slides deep inside my pussy, fighting against my inner walls as it goes in and, for a moment, it’s almost like his whole length is made of fire and not of flesh. A burning sensation spreads outward from my pussy and it engulfs everything in me, scorching every single nerve ending and making my brain boil inside my skull.
"Still think you can handle me?" he asks me again, his cock filling me so perfectly I think I can feel his pulse.
"Of course," I somehow manage to say, the muscles in my throat struggling to get the words out. Without bothering to reply, he slowly slides his cock out of me, but then only to thrust again, this time harder than before. He starts pistoning into me like that, slowly moving out and then giving me all his fury when he thrusts, and I can’t help but to scream.
Even though my eyes are wide open, I can’t see a thing. Right now, my brain is too busy trying to process the gigantic cock filling me, and it seems that it has shut down all other functions. Each time Drake thrusts I fall deeper into that unconscious abyss; the first thing to go was my sight, and now it’s my cognition, and I don’t know if I’m going to come or pass out first.
I’ve never felt anything quite like this. Remember when I told you that my toys are better than a real cock? Yeah, you can forget about that. Nothing beats this. Nothing. It seems that, after all, men like this really exist. I’m just glad they’re a rare breed, or else no one would buy my toys.
I open my mouth to say something but, like a fish out of the water, I just close it again, the words lost in a deep corner of my mind. Digging my fingernails into the muscles of his back, I feel my whole body tensing up as a tidal wave of ecstasy grows on that unconscious horizon. That electric fire inside of me has spun out of control, and I’m actually afraid that this orgasm is simply going to be too much; maybe I can’t handle him after all. But if I can’t, who can?
"I’m gonna… I’m gonna…" I don’t even finish my sentence. My words drift into the air as a scream explodes between my lips, a violent orgasm shaking me to the very core. It feels like a thousand needles are pricking my skin, stabbing my skin with pleasure over and over again.
I let my head fall and, with my forehead pressed against one of his shoulders, I scream for God knows how long. I scream until my throat becomes raw, and then I scream some more for good measure. My fingernails are buried so deep into his skin that I must’ve drawn blood by now, but it’s not like he cares; he just keeps on thrusting viciously, fucking me through the best orgasm of my life.
Oh, yeah, make no mistake about it; this is definitely the best orgasm of my life. If I could make a toy that produced orgasms such as these, I’d be a billionaire in under twelve hours.
"Fuck," I exhale, breathing so hard it’s a wonder my lungs are still functioning. "This was… something else."
"This? This was just the warm-up," Drake says, putting me down on the floor. I wobble as my feet touch the floor, my legs weak from that raging orgasm, and I have to grab him by the shoulders to steady myself. Warm-up? Is he for real? If that was warm- up, I better dial 911 right now, because there’s no way I’m going to survive something even more intense than that last orgasm.
"Unless you want me to stop," he adds, perhaps noticing the look of pure awe on my face.
Ah, fuck it.
"No, I want more," I tell him, "I want much more." When you have a man like this in front of you, his cock hard and ready to give you the fucking of your life, it’d be a sin to stop. And I hate sinning. Except when it comes to fucking my stepdad, I guess.
"You’re a brave one," he chuckles, turning his back to me and walking to my work table. He glances at some of the toys I have lined up there, and then he grabs a pair of nipple clamps and dangles it in front of my face. "Let’s see exactly how brave," he grins, opening the clamps and reaching for my nipples with them.
I grit my teeth as the clamps bite down on my nipples, pinching my tender tips hard. I look into his eyes, noticing the expression of savage lust on his face, and then I act on pure instinct. I turn my back to him, place both of my hands on the wall, and then bend over, offering him a nice view of both my ass and pussy.
"Fuck, you’re the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen," he tells me, coming up to me and brushing the tip of his fingers over the curve of my ass cheeks. He runs one finger over my ass crack, but then he takes both his hands off of me, as if he suddenly remembered something.
I look to the side just in time to see him reach for the bullet I used moments ago. He picks it up with two fingers, looks at it curiously for a second, and then presses its tip against my asshole. Oh, fuck. I’m not sure if I’m capable of handling this. Nipple clamps and the bullet? These are not just any toys, mind you; these are two prototypes that blow everything else out of the water. Each one of them, by themselves, are capable of driving a woman truly mad; when combined, they’re a weapon of mass pleasure.
To top it all off, I think he’s going to fuck me while using the toys. Dear Lord, prepare a bunk bed for me, for I’m on my way.
"Feels good?" he asks me, sliding the bullet inside of my ass. The moment it’s halfway inside of me, its sleek body starts to buzz, and I know it has just paired wirelessly with the nipple clamps. They start to vibrate at the same time, and the pleasure is so intense that I become lightheaded; my arms grow weak suddenly, and instead of using my hands for support, I have to place my forearms on the wall.
"Yeah, I bet it feels good," Drake replies to his own question, an eager melody to his voice. He squeezes my ass cheeks as the bullet continues to vibrate, and then he grabs his cock and pushes it down; he places it right between my legs, his shaft pressing upward against my pussy lips, and then he starts rubbing his length back and forth over my wetness.
"Oh God," I moan, my voice quivering. I don’t even know what to say right now. The clamps are hurting me, biting deep into my flesh, but the pleasure they produce is so intense that it’s unreal. At the same time, the bullet keeps on vibrating harder and harder, its rhythm becomes so fierce that it seems even my own brain is vibrating inside my skull.
I come like that; Drake hasn’t even slid his cock inside my pussy and I’m already screaming like a banshee, the fires of hell devouring every shred of sanity that ever existed in me.