“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groans, his cock throbbing inside of me. I wince as I feel his shaft move, his cock so thick that I can even feel his pulse inside of me. I still don’t know how in the world he managed to slide his cock inside my pussy, but I don’t care. All that matters now is that the warm-up is done: it’s time we move on to real business.
“This is going to be fun,” he says as he slides his cock out until only its tip is in me. Thrusting hard right from the start, he builds up the rhythm in a matter of seconds. My eyes are still closed, and I don’t think I could force my eyelids up even if I tried; my mouth’s hanging open, and soft short breaths are falling out from between my lips.
“It’s… so… good… so… fucking… good…” I moan between breaths, curling my fingers so tightly around the edge of the couch that my knuckles have turned white. The sound of his thighs hitting my ass fill his whole living room, and that’s the only sound my brain can process right now.
“We’re just starting,” he tells me, digging his fingers into my ass cheeks and thrusting so hard that I almost tumble over the edge of the couch. He keeps on thrusting like that, mercilessly, my body swaying back and forth as his cock goes in and out of me.
“Harder,” I find myself saying, and I almost laugh at my own stupidity. Harder? If he fucks me any harder than this, he’ll have to carry me out of his apartment in a wheelchair. But, instead of dismissing what I just said, he fulfills my request; grabbing me by the hips, he slams his body into mine, his cock stabbing my insides repeatedly.
My moans turn into one violent scream, my vocal chords working to exhaustion as the sound of my voice explodes in the air. Every single muscle in my body is tensing up like wire, and it feels like someone doused me in gasoline and then lit a match.
“Oh God!” I cry out, one lone tear streaming down my face as shards of pleasure prickle my muscles from the inside out. “I’m going to --” I start to say, but I don’t finish my sentence. Before that happens, a violent shiver goes up my spine and explodes in my brain. My muscles start to spasm and, losing all of the strength in my limbs, I bend over the couch and just hang there by my stomach as I come my brains out.
He keeps on thrusting as scream after scream leaves my throat, my voice growing raspy with each passing second. By the time he starts easing up his pace, I’m a quivering mess. He slides his cock out of my pussy and, somehow, I find enough strength in my arms to push myself up to my feet. What the hell was that? That wasn’t sex, that was… Something else entirely. Something better.
“You were telling the truth… I’m not going to forget this anytime soon,” I whisper as I turn around to meet his gaze.
“You’re an easy woman to please,” he grins. “There’s a whole lot more to show you,” he says, lowering his voice until it becomes a whisper. More? MORE? Oh God, have mercy on me.
“Then show me,” I say, and he takes one step toward me and picks me up from the floor, carrying my limp body in his arms, the ropes of muscles in his arms bulging. He walks across the living room and takes me to a closed door; he pushes it open with his shoulder, and I feel my insides clenching as I see the king-size bed dominating his bedroom.
He lays me down on the mattress and I just lie there, looking up at him as if it’s the first time I’m seeing him. Who is he, really? I thought that he was just another asshole too full of himself because he has abs, a pronounced chin, and a cock big enough to play baseball with. And, yeah, he’s all these things, but there’s more to him than meets the eye.
“There you are, thinking again,” he tells me, and I smile at his words.
“Make me stop then,” I say, reaching for his cock and curling my fingers around it. I start stroking him right away, but he just grabs my wrist and forces me to stop. I peel my fingers off of his shaft as he climbs on top of the bed and between my legs. Placing his hands on my knees, he spreads my legs wide and then pushes me on my shoulders until I’m lying down, and he’s on top of me.
Grabbing his cock by the root, he guides it home; I tremble slightly as I feel its tip once again over my pussy lips, and I cross my legs on his lower back as he starts sliding it in. He drives his cock as deep as he can, and I let out a rough scream as I feel my inner walls stretching to accommodate his massive length. It’s hard to wrap my mind around how big he is—well, my mind and my fingers. Even the characters in my books don’t have cocks like these.
“Oh, fuck, this is so good,” I say, making a mighty effort to open my eyelids. I look into his eyes, grinning as he rocks his body against mine. His cock goes in and out of me like a piston, and I keep my legs laced on his back just in case he wants to run away.
“You shouldn’t be surprised,” he tells me, smiling, and I notice a few drops of sweat glistening on his forehead. “I always mean what I say.” Well, I guess he’s right about that; he told me he’d show me a good fucking, and here I am now, having the best sex of my entire life.
My eyelids droop again as I feel that electric feeling raging inside me again; I take my fingers to his shoulder blades and, clawing at his hard muscles, I grit my teeth and prepare for what’s coming. That feeling rises from my pussy and travels all the way up to my brain, moving slowly and burning everything on the way up. It feels like there are a thousand needles prickling my skin, and all I want to do is scream until my vocal chords just give up and snap.
“Fuck,” I exhale, throwing my head back and rake my fingernails across his back hard enough to draw blood. I arch my back, fireworks going off behind my shut eyelids, and I scream loud enough to shatter glass. I keep on screaming as my pussy becomes tighter and tighter around his cock, my inner lips acting like a vice. Still, he keeps on pistoning into me until my voice becomes weaker than a faint breeze, my whole body suddenly becoming limp.
I collapse on top of the mattress, limbs sprawled to the side, and Aidan finally stops. He kneels between my legs, a devious grin on his face, and he looks into my eyes.
“How’s that for inspiration?” he asks me, and a weak smile dances on my lips. It might sound corny as hell, but after being with Aidan I think that my sex scenes are going to become way better than they've ever been.
“I definitely feel inspired,” I laugh gently, propping myself up on one elbow and reaching for his cock with one hand. Grabbing his thick shaft, I take a deep breath and then I start stroking him, my hand flying up and down over his length.
“Looks like it,” he groans, closing his eyes as I start moving even faster. Using my free hand, I cup both his balls and caress them, feeling them heavy and ready to unleash hell on me, which sounds exactly like what I want to happen.
“Come,” I whisper, looking into his eyes. “Come for me. Come over me,” I clarify, grinning like a madwoman. I don’t know if my words strike a chord, or if it’d happen anyway, but his cock spasms harshly against my fingers. Two mores strokes and his whole body tenses up, the deep lines between his abs becoming more pronounced as every muscle in his body seems to bulge.
“Fuck,” he groans again, a long strand of thick cum gushing out from the tip of his cock and hitting me right between my breasts. I keep on stroking him as he comes, and he unleashes a fountain of semen over my naked skin.
“Yes, that’s it,” I moan as I feel his juices dripping down my skin and making their way to between my thighs. Hell bent on stroking him until he’s done, I can’t stop myself from being amazed at the ungodly amount of cum he seems to hold inside his body. He gushes it into me like a fountain, painting me in white, and I feel my skin prickling as I feel his gooey strands coating my skin.
“Fuck,” he repeats, his cock spasming one final time against my fingers. A few drops drip from its tip and go over my knuckles, and I finally let go of his cock. I throw myself back, falling on top of the mattress and feeling completely exhausted. I’m breathing hard, looking up at the ceiling as my lungs strain against my ribcage, working tirelessly to make me feel like a regular human being again.
But he isn’t done. Not yet.
I look down my body as I feel his touch on my pussy, and my mind almost explodes as I see him with his head right between my thighs, his lips wrapped around my drenched folds. He uses his tongue to scoop whatever cum has made its way down there, and then he runs it up, licking my cum-coated skin. He comes up all the way to between my tits, and then takes a detour to my right nipple. Sucking on it, he circles my rosy tip once and then twice, and then moves back to my left one.
I pant as I feel the wet tip of his tongue on mine, suddenly feeling dizzy and lightheaded. I can’t believe we’re doing this. By the time he traces the contour of my chin with his tongue, my lips are already parted and waiting fo