Blessed

Still moving slowly, the tension in the air around us building until it becomes hard to breath, he kicks off his shoes. Pulling his pants down, he steps out of them, standing only in his boxer briefs, his cock throbbing under the fabric.

"Go on," he merely says, and I reach for the thick shape under his boxers, my fingers trembling. I swallow hard as I touch it with the tip of my fingers, slowly curling them around his length. I feel it pulse and throb against my hand, and then I just flatten my palm against it, my heart skipping a beat as I do it.

The knife of anticipation is carving deep lines into my mind, and I can no longer control what my body’s doing: hooking my fingers on his boxers, I tug them down as hard as I can, sending them down to his ankles. His cock springs free at once, and it does it so fast that it slaps the back of my hand.

I hold my breath as my eyes roam up and down his long inches, taking in all of his size. Even after Drake, I’m not sure if I can take a cock like this again. Seriously, there has to be a limit to what my body can take.

"Are you just going to stare?" he asks me, repeating what I’ve told just moments ago. I don’t say a word, but the answer is pretty obvious; I’m going to do so much more than just stare.

I grab his cock with both my hands, biting down on my lip as I feel the warmness of his shaft under my fingers. I start stroking him right away, moving my hands up and down all his length, my brain working overtime to comprehend how big he truly is. He could use his cock as a sledgehammer.

I start slow, but all it takes is a few seconds for me to be stroking him as if the world’s going to end in the next few minutes. The motion of my hands become a blur, and I’m breathing raggedly from the effort. Needing a break, I take one hand out of his cock; at the same time, though, I lean into him. I part my lips and, opening my mouth wide, I wrap them around his cock, closing my eyes as his saltiness hits me at once.

Moving steadily, I roll my lips down his long inches, only stopping when I feel the skin at the base of his cock. His cock is pressed tightly against the back of my throat, and that immediately reminds me of how it felt to suck Drake.

Thinking of my stepdad does it; I become completely insane. I bob my head back and forth, sucking on Sloane so hard that the sound of my lips sliding over his cock seem to fill the whole room. I’m sucking and stroking at the same time, and I’m doing it so fiercely that any other man would have already cum by now. But Sloane is more resilient than a truckload full of average man, and so he just tangles his fingers in my hair and, guiding my movements, urges me to go even faster.

My rhythm not fast enough for him, he forces me to stop all movement and then takes over. Moving his hips, he starts to thrust, his cock sliding in and out of my mouth so fast that I feel my brain boiling inside my skull. Pleasure laces my nerves, electrifying my muscles and releasing an ocean of maddening hormones.

"Oh fuck," I exhale sharply as he moves back, his cock popping out of my mouth with a sudden wet sound.

"Your mouth is as good as I imagined it to be," he confesses, looking down at me with a dazed smile.

"You have no idea," I tell him, tilting my head and running my tongue down his shaft. I go all the way, only stopping when I feel his balls. Opening my mouth, I suck one in and roll it over my tongue, feeling its weight and warmness. I open my mouth even wider and, don’t ask me how I’m doing it, but I manage to take both his balls into me.

With my mouth completely filled, I use my tongue to lap at his balls for a few seconds and then I pop them out, taking a deep breath. I keep on stroking him all the way, the coming and going motion of my arm making my shoulder burn.

I’d keep on going all the way, stroking him until he came all over me, but thank God at least one of us is still thinking. "Enough of this," Sloane breathes out, curling his fingers around my wrist and forcing me to stop. I look up at him with wide eyes, realizing what’s about to come: the main event.

I’m about to go up to my feet when he takes the lead and lowers himself, kneeling in front of me. He places his hands on my shoulders and pushes me back, forcing me to lie down on the floor. Before I can even react, he grabs me by the knees and spreads my legs, positioning himself between them.

Lying down on top of me, my hard nipples brushing against the tan skin on his chest, he grabs his cock and angles it down. He presses the tip of his mast against my folds, but instead of thrusting right away he just rubs it up and down, up and down, driving me completely insane.

With a moan of pure desperation, I lace my legs behind his back and reel him in; this time he doesn’t fight back. His cock pushes its way past my pussy lips, burying itself inside of me in one swift thrust, and my moan becomes a mighty scream of ecstasy.

Sloane doesn’t waste a single second; the moment all of his inches are inside of me, he slides his cock out and then starts to piston it into me. He fucks me fast, and he fucks me hard, finally unleashing all of his desire and letting that wild and beastly side of him take over.

"You’re so fucking tight, ‘sis," he tells me, looking straight into my eyes as he rocks his hips with clockwork precision, his movements the movements of a god.

"Harder…" I just say, digging my fingernails into his back and closing my eyes. I can’t think straight right now; each times he drives his cock deep making my insides clench. "I’m going to… I’m going to… FUCK!" I shout my pussy tightens up around his cock, gripping it like a vice.

I scream my lungs out as I come, my voice clawing at my throat. Sloane keeps on fucking me through my orgasm, going even faster now that he feels my pussy trying to choke his shaft. His movements are vicious and relentless, and he doesn’t give a fuck if I’m coming or not, and that’s exactly the way I want it right now.

Still blanketed by my orgasm, I let my fingers trail down my stomach and then I start rubbing my clit, flicking my wrist and moving my fingers in fast wide circles. Pleasure builds up fast, and I feel the roil of climax somewhere inside of me.

"I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come," I repeat over and over again, my insides burning up. My bladder feels like it has swollen to twice its size, and a sudden urge takes over me. Oh, fuck, what the hell’s happening?

An orgasm explodes on top of the last one, but this time I feel my pussy spasming in a way it has never done before. I keep on rubbing my clit frantically, warm juices shooting out of my pussy and coating his cock. Oh, God, am I squirting? I’m squirting! Now this is a first.

I throw my head back and, with my eyes closed, take a deep breath and let what happened sink in. I squirted, and hell, I thought only a few women could do that.

"Never happened before?" Sloane asks me, finally slowing down. When he stops thrusting all together, he just holds his position, his cock buried inside of me.

"Never," I admit, looking into his eyes.

"I told you Drake had nothing on me," he says, flashing me a grin, but I notice his cock twitching against my inner walls as Drake’s name escapes his lips.

"Well, you’re on equal footing right now," I shoot back, not wanting his already big ego to grow out of proportion. Still, it’s the truth; even though Sloane fucked me until I squirted, Drake can match him thrust by thrust. Too bad I can’t take both of them.