I am trembling, shivering, shaking around him. His fingers in my pussy feel so damn good feeling me up I am screaming for them. I don't know how they can feel so good. If they feel this good, then Darren’s thick cock inside me might kill me from the pleasure.
Oh, god, no, don’t think about that. I am trying so hard to stop thinking about what it would be like for his huge cock to dive into my pussy and sink into me until I’m breathing him in.
I can barely think about anything about how much I need him.
“Stop thinking and give in to the pleasure,” Darren commands in that take-charge-in-the-boardroom voice that makes my whole body quiver. “And I’ll even help you get out of your own head,” he says with a dark laugh that sends chills through my body.
Darren's spanking hand comes down hard, and when I cry out, that hand comes to my mouth. Clamps over it. His other hands pumps his fingers faster into my pussy and I scream against his hand over my mouth. I feel the ecstasy and pleasure building up inside of me, and his hand trails down my neck and chokes around my throat.
And his fingers slide out of my pussy just before I can orgasm.
"Darren, please, oh please," I start begging. He was right. I am out of my head right now. Out of my fucking mind because I am begging this torture to never stop, to keep going somewhere that I don’t even know where it is going.
Damien’s choking me hard, but that's not why I'm begging. I need to cum and he stopped me. That’s why I am begging. God, he’s not hurting me, he’s making everything feel so good that I’m so fucking confused. Because I cannot focus on anything but the fluttering, tense agony of the pressure building within me and he’s keeping on the edge with no control over my body. I’m deeply in his control and I’m terrified. Terrified because I don’t fear Darren right now. All I fear is that he’ll stop. Silence was bad enough, but this would be murder if he didn’t let me come now. I need Darren so much that my body is starting to make little promises of trade, I’ll do anything to cum. I writhe, I whimper, I gasp. I don’t know what to do.
Darren’s fingers squeeze at my neck and I feel like a warning shot has gone off. ”You wanna cum, baby girl, but you forgot that you're being punished. Your reward is over," Darren says with no trace of humor. He’s serious, and he sounds like the calm before a storm personified.
“Over?!" I yelp, gasping as he releases my throat. My reward? How could that be my reward. I didn’t get to have an orgasm. That was my punishment, right?
No. That was the reward. Here comes punishment.
He sets me back up against his lap and my legs wrap around him. I start to grind on him, instinctually needing to hump him like some kind of animal. I know Darren wants me and I begged him to fuck me. Can’t he give me what we both want? I don’t know much about sex but I know that I feel his erection knocking at the door and I want him to answer so badly. I want him to fill me up and erase this agony his started in my body.
Darren grabs my wrists swiftly. It almost feels frantic. “I need to look in your eyes when I finally sink my cock into you, Jenny.”
I finally regain control of my breathing long enough to steal his, crashing my mouth on Darren’s lips and kisses him with every unbridled passion coursing through my body.
Darren’s hands reach down and grasp my ass, the still-warm skin heating up further with his hands gripping me. I pull back according to his request and look him in the eyes as he lifts me, then lowers me down on his enormous cock.
I can’t believe how incredible the feel of his cock sinking into me. I crave him buried inside me. My pussy walls stretch to accommodate the massive girth of him and it feels so damn good that my eyes roll back in their orbits.
Wait.
Darren told me this was going to be punishment?
That thought is barely out of my head when he starts mightily thrusting into me so hard that I’m screaming out in lust. My pussy is on delicious fire, taking every second of his pumping and thrusting and being so perfectly filled up by him.
“I fucking love you, Jenny. I love your perfect fucking pussy and your perfect fucking mind. You’re all mine,” Damien growls, pulling my tight and bringing his face to bury in my neck. I wrap my arms around him and pull him closer, loving this closeness to him.
Loving him.
“I can’t believe how this…” I attempt to breathe as an orgasm starts to overtake me. I feel his cock get rock fucking hard inside me, well, even harder — it is already like steel wrapped in velvet owning every inch of me with every inch of him.
I moan loudly and start to slam my body against him, my pussy swallowing up his cock as we cum together. I feel all of our cum spilling out and dripping down my thighs. That’s so fucking hot I feel like I’ve been struck my lust made of lightning.
I gulp big breaths until we both, sweat-soaked and holding each other, collapse together. “I love you so much, Darren. I had no idea one person could complete me the way that you do,” I say, and I kiss his lips softly.
I can feel him smile beneath my kiss and he kisses me so hard, I think I swoon. I didn’t even know swooning was real, and now I’m like, okay, that’s my life now. Because fucked up but perfect…that’s me and Darren, Angels.
And The Last One, Folks
Ladies, I proudly present… Whitney & Dax, which is a short story by Alexis Angel.
Thank you so much for reading!
xoxo
Alexis