Mr. President

I feel her muscles spasming, her whole body trembling as she comes. The movements of her body have grown erratic and unpredictable, but I don’t let her take her pussy off of my mouth. No, I want to devour and ravish her until I can’t do it any longer.

“I’m going to… I’m going to… Oh, God, again…” She breathes out, her voice quivering so much that I’m amazed she’s still able to speak. She comes again, her pussy tightening up so much that I can barely push my tongue inside of her. She finally stops moving, and I feel her body growing limp. She falls forward and then rolls to the side, lying on top of the mattress. I prop myself up on one elbow and look down at her; her face is flushed, and she’s breathing so hard that her lungs might collapse.

“Don’t think I’m done,” she whispers even though she still has her eyes closed. “I’m just getting started, Austin.”

“You? You’re spent,” I tease, sitting up on the bed and reaching for her tits. “Now it’s my turn to take the lead.”

“Fuck you,” she hisses suddenly, grinning wild

ly and opening her eyes. “I told you…” She sits up on the bed and, with her hands on my chest, pushes me back down onto the bed. “I’m the one in charge tonight.”

With that, and leaving me no time to protest, she climbs on top of me and grabs my cock. She points it up and then lowers herself until her folds are gently brushing against my cock. Instead of simply lowering herself all the way, she holds that position and starts rubbing the tip of my cock up and down her pussy. I shudder in anticipation, my muscles so fucking tense you wouldn’t believe it. You couldn’t stick a needle in me if you tried.

“Beg,” she whispers, and I can’t even process what she’s saying. Beg? Ah, don’t make me laugh, I've never begged for anything in my entire life.

“No way,” I shoot back with a grin. Let her read it in my eyes: no begging, never.

“You’ll beg,” she continues in that confident voice, sure that I’ll end up succumbing to her spell. Well, she’s wrong. Isn’t she? Fuck, she just keeps brushing my cock against her pussy. I don’t know how she can take it.

“No,” I hiss through my gritted teeth, but then she lowers herself just one inch, taking my cock between her folds. I try and thrust, but she moves her hips up matching my movement. “Fuck, Destiny… Just give it to me.”

“Are you begging now?” she chuckles, and I can’t help but smile at her. Fuck, she got me there.

“No…” I groan. “I’m politely asking,” I chuckle, my voice blending with hers, and she just impales herself on my cock. I grab her by the ass, holding her down, and I thrust so fucking hard I might just split her in half.

“How does it feel to be fucked…? Instead of being the one doing all the fucking?” she whispers into my ear, leaning into me and nibbling at my earlobe. Rocking her hips back and forth, she starts punishing my cock with such a violent intensity that I begin seeing stars in my eyes. I really don’t know what got into Destiny, but I’ve never seen her like this. She isn’t fucking like a regular woman, or even in that special way of hers… She’s fucking me—yeah, she’s the one doing the fucking now, no other way to put it, like a Goddess. She really is something else.

“Babe,” I whisper back at her, “I love it so much when you fucking do that.” I tell her that without thinking.

Jesus fuck - do you see what I was about to say?

I was about to fucking tell her I loved her.

“I know,” she simply says, teasing me, and then sits up. Squeezing her own tits, she dances over my cock in a way only she knows how to do. I can’t think, I can’t breath; this is so fucking good that my brain is overloading with pleasure. “I love fucking you so much…” She finally admits it, and her words just make me snap. What the fuck happened with me? I was the kind of guy that laughed whenever someone mentioned the word love.

Now, I’m almost telling this woman that I’m in love with her. But to be fair, I managed to catch myself. To say I loved fucking her.

But that doesn’t mean when she said she loved fucking me I didn’t feel a fucking pang in my heart.

What the fuck is going on with me?

I’m completely over the fucking moon about a woman’s love. Has the great mysterious love actually managed to ensnare me? Yeah, I’m thinking it has. As stupid as it may sound, I think that the only reason I’ve managed to fall in love (or rather, take a nosedive into it) is the fact that I’ve found the one. Let’s just keep that between you and me, okay? I don’t want people to think that Python himself has become one of these helpless fucking romantic. I got a fucking reputation to keep up, after all.

Destiny keeps riding me like a madwoman, all while I drift in a sea of scattered thoughts, and she takes me to the edge of cumming once more. I have to focus so hard to stop myself that I’m afraid a vein might burst inside my head. But I manage to do it, and that’s exactly the moment Destiny climaxes.

She thrusts her hips forward, throws her head back, and screams at the top of her lungs. Her voice bounces off the walls, and it wraps itself around my brain in such a way that I almost forget where and who I am.

I can’t just lie back, no, this goes against everything that I am. Whether she likes it or not, ol’ Austin has to show her what he can do. Without taking my cock out of her pussy, I sit down and grab her hair. She’s still cumming when I start pistoning into her, moving my hips so fast that her scream dies down and becomes a quivering moan. I’m fucking her so hard that I can already feel beads of sweat dripping down my forehead. But I can go even harder.

I lay her down and position myself so that I’m on top of her; reacting as fast as I moved, she crosses her legs behind my back and pulls me into her, urging me to go as fast as I can. She doesn’t even need to say it; I pound it her as hard as I can, my skin now covered in sweat.

“Harder, harder…” she pants, struggling to get the words out. I’m already going as hard as I can but, somehow, her words unleash some hidden reserve of energy. I move furiously, ravaging her in such a way that this should go down as the best fuck in the history of the world. Future generations should study us so that the human race can fulfill its potential.

“HARDER!” she screams, and I push myself past all physical limitations. I don’t even feel my body moving; I’m just one with the fucking universe right now, both our souls dancing as our bodies burn like a supernova. Sex has never been this good.

She comes once more, clawing at my back like a leopard. She’s doing it hard enough to draw blood, but I just don’t care; right now I’m taking a deep breath and trying to get a hold of myself. My whole body is begging me for some release, but I just can’t allow it. No, not yet. I have to enjoy this until the very end, whatever it takes.

I slide my cock out of her and, grabbing her by the waist, I make her roll to her stomach. I place her legs between mine and then, feeling her wetness with the tip of my fingers, I go for her pussy again. Lying down on top of her, I push my cock into her depths in one flowing thrust. I feel her inner walls clenching my shaft, and that just makes me reignite that furious pace.