With my arms flailing, I have to grit my teeth to try and breathe normally, my body not responding as it should from all of the pleasure running inside my veins. Derek pulls back then, and I force my eyes open. Looking down, and still breathing raggedly, I can’t help but feel my insides boiling as I take in the sight of a perfect man grinning, my juices dripping down his chin.
“Fucking delicious,” he says, wiping his chin with the back of his hand.
Slowly, he gets up to his feet, his eyes never leaving mine. I can’t look away, almost as if I were hypnotized by his perfection. With my lips slightly parted, I expect him to lean into me and kiss me, spreading my own juices all over my mouth. But that’s not what he does; he places both his hands on my waist, and with a sudden movement, forces me to turn around and face the wall. I gasp as I turn on my heels, guided by his strength, and place my hands on the wall at shoulder height. Still with his fingers hooked on my waist, he pulls on my hips, forcing me to jut my ass back.
A loud smacking sound fills the hallway as he slaps my ass hard with the back of his hand. I grit my teeth and close my eyes, bracing for impact. In less than a heartbeat, he smacks my ass again, enough strength to his blow to leave a mark. Fireworks go off behind my eyelids as pain and pleasure blend into a colorful display, inundating my brain and taking control of all my nerve endings.
“You like it rough, don’t you?” he whispers against my ear, his body pressed against mine. I exhale sharply as I feel his hard cock brushing against my ass cheeks, and I move slightly so that it rests right on my ass crack. I rock my ass against him, imprisoning his cock between both our bodies as I stroke it with my cheeks. Sighing against my ear, he pulls me into him, rubbing his member harshly against my ass.
The instinct of a predator taking hold of him, he takes one step back then. Smacking my ass again, he leans into me quickly, pressing his cock’s fat tip against my wet pussy. He rubs it eagerly, coating his glans with my juices and driving me completely insane. I grit my teeth, preparing my body for his inevitable thrust, but it never comes. I try and thrust back, but he doesn’t budge. He holds his ground, not allowing his cock inside of me. It’s driving me completely mad; he’s so close, and yet, so far away.
“Beg,” he whispers, grabbing the hair right above my neck. “Beg.”
“No,” I say sternly. I know the kind of game he’s playing, and I won’t give in. Sure, I’m half-mad and desperate for his shaft, but if he thinks I’ll beg … Well, he’s mistaken.
“Oh, stubborn. I like that,” he tells me, whispering against my ear. Then he takes a step back, and it almost hurts to no longer feel his cock against my folds. He smacks my ass again, and then grabs his cock and fits it between my ass cheeks, rubbing it there; he guides it to my inner lips again, holding it at a straight angle and allowing his shaft to roll over my folds, but never going inside of me.
He’s trying everything he can to make me beg, but I’ll hold out. I won’t beg… I won’t. Or will I? Fuck, I just want to have him inside of me, and I want it now. In fact, it’s not even a want, it’s a need: much in the same way I need water and oxygen to survive, I need his cock so that I can feel alive.
“Fuck me,” I moan, still trying to thrust back. With his forearm across my lower back, he stops me. I can almost feel his sadistic grin.
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“Beg then,” he continues, enjoying each second of this maddening torture. But I resist: I open my mouth to say the words, but then grit my teeth and stop myself. I won’t give him the satisfaction.
“You should be the one begging,” I finally manage to say. Right. Let's not tell anyone that I haven’t had sex in so long that I was begging at hello.
With my hands on the wall, I summon all of my strength and buck my hips back at him. His shaft buries itself in me to the hilt, piercing and filling me in a way that I never felt before. This guy is truly a God among men.
With his shaft lodged deep inside of me, he grabs my hips again, slowly sliding it out. He starts slow, his massive cock straining against my inner walls as it goes, but soon enough he finds his rhythm: a fast and merciless one. His thighs slap against my ass over and over again, his cock completely ravaging me as my cries of pleasure bounce off the walls.
He pounds me hard, a violent intensity to each of his movements. Soon enough I start to feel it, that inevitable tug on my mind, an irresistible pull into the uncharted lands of a mind-blowing orgasm. I almost want to utter the words ‘don’t stop’, but that thought quickly leaves my mind; there’s no need for words when the man holding you is fucking you with godlike intensity. Derek might be a cocky bastard, but he sure knows what he’s doing.
I scream, and I scream hard. And even so, he doesn’t stop; he keeps thrusting, his cock ravaging me as my pussy tightens around his shaft. Letting go of my waist, he slides his hands up to my chest, and with a fierce thrust, buries his cock inside of me as he squeezes both my breasts, pinching the right nipple between his thumb and index finger. Only then does he takes his cock out, each inch he pulls out of me sending ripples of ecstasy through my sensitive body.
My knees are trembling, but I still want more. Oh, yes, after seeing what he’s capable of, how could I not want more?
I turn on my heels, facing him, and place my hands on his chest. I claw at his pectorals as I push him back, forcing him to walk backward into his suite’s bedroom. He lets me guide him, only stopping when the back of his knees meet the edge of the bed; he goes then, sitting on the sheets and looking expectantly at me.
I climb on top of him with cat-like movements, spreading my legs as I grab his cock and point it at my pussy. As I ease myself down, I stop when his glans is brushing against my folds; I look into his eyes, a grin dawning on my lips.
“Beg,” I tell him, repeating his command. There’s a spark behind his eyes, almost as if my challenge awoke something deep inside of him.
“You’re a bold one,” he says, running his hands down my side and cupping both my ass cheeks. “Must be because you’re so young. I guess I have to fuck that boldness out of you.”
With that, he grabs my ass, and locking his thumbs on my hips, force me down as he thrusts. Before I can even breathe out, his cock parts my inner lips and goes all the way, my pussy hugging all his length. A throaty moan cascades down and out of my mouth and I throw my head back, feeling my hair softly brushing against my skin. He holds his position, his cock deep inside of me, for God knows how long, and I hold my breath through the whole ordeal. Only when he allows his shaft to slide back out do I breathe again, all of my muscles charged with fierce tension. Then, only his glans inside of me, he thrusts again, piercing me in one single movement. He repeats his motions over and over again, slowly sliding out of me and then violently thrusting back in.
My moans turning into desperate screams, he stops sliding out of me at a slow rhythm; in or out, it no longer matters. He simply pounds me relentlessly, his cock ravaging me so fast that it almost becomes a blur—a thick, long blur.
With my knees on the bed, I try and match his rhythm, rocking my body back and forth as he grabs my ass and guides my movements. Like the ocean, our bodies are lost in a decent flow, flames of depravity licking at my nerve endings and consuming all of my senses.
I close my eyes as the inevitable avalanche comes for me; it hits me at point blank, and makes my lungs work hard as I scream in abandonment. My hands like claws, I bury my fingernails on his pectorals, harshly enough to leave a scar. With a mighty thrust, he pulls me down as I come, my whole body shaking as I moan incoherent words through pursed lips.
I can barely move, my body succumbing to exhaustion, but he won't stop. He makes me roll to the side, and the moment my knees hit the sheets, he goes to his feet and stands behind me. Preparing mentally for what's to come, I place my hands on the bed's headrest and sway my ass from side to side. Just a heartbeat after that, his fingers once again find their way to my hips. Holding me still, he uses one hand of his and runs two fingers over my folds, spreading my lips wide, and thrusts.
As his shaft pierces me, his hand slides to my front, two of his fingers then resting right above my clitoris. He presses down, moving his hand in slow gracious circles as his cock moves in and out of me, each thrust of his drawing a moan from my lips.
He started fast, but even so, he ups the pace. It doesn’t take long for drops of sweat to start pooling on my forehead, my muscles cramping as I succumb to his irresistible punishment. He keeps going until I start to feel numb, my body shutting down at the same time my brain starts to overload. Have I ever been fucked this good? Where has Derek been all my life? I’m half-tempted to chain him to my bed and keep him as a pet… A pet that lives to serve and please.