Feeling it scratch and growl at the outer edges of my mind, I summon all my strength and, tensing up my legs and grabbing at his ass hard, I lock him into place and thrust my hips hard against him.
I’m going to explode. I really am.
There’s a storm raging in my mind, lighting and thunder all over my body. I can’t fight this, I can’t resist it, I can’t—oh, sweet God.
I’m screaming, I’m screaming as loud as I can. My body is trembling as if I’ve lost control of all my limbs. My legs and arms are flailing, and I almost feel like crying in pleasure. Derek remains still, slowly rocking his body against mine as I simply vanish into a higher dimension.
My body is buzzing with delight, a pleasure that I didn’t even know existed in the universe devouring everything that I am.
“This… This was…”
“This was only the start, Alicia,” he says, his lips brushing against my ear.
As he pulls out of me and hooks his fingers on my thighs, making me roll to my stomach, I realize that yes, there’s more to come, and it’s going to be even better.
He kneels on the bed, pulling me into him; I jut my ass back at him and prop myself up with my elbows. My hair is disheveled, locks of it falling over my face, but I don’t care. All that I care about is the Greek God standing behind me with his cock ready to hand out a sweet beating.
I shiver as I feel his hands tracing the curves on my ass, his fingers finding my aching pussy and parting it with care. I moan as he presses his large tip against my pussy, rubbing it up and down there. I wiggle my ass at him; I don’t want to wait anymore, I don’t want any teasing. I want him; no, I need him inside of me with such desperation it’s almost hard for me to believe it.
But when he thrusts, piercing me in one single stroke… Yeah, it’s not that hard to believe. What’s better than his cock, really? In the whole universe I bet there’s nothing better than it. And as he comes and goes, his cock sliding in and out of me at a relentless pace, I become more and more sure of it; there’s absolutely nothing better than having him inside of me. Money, fame, power, prestige? None of that matters, not a single thing. You can have all that, for all I care. Just don’t take his cock away, that’s mine.
He slaps his thighs against my ass as he thrusts, his fingers buried in my ass. He slides one hand around my waist and his long fingers stretch so that one of them is right above my clit, pressing and rubbing there as he keeps on going at me mercilessly.
I’m grabbing at the sheets hard, the intensity of what’s running through my veins completely mind numbing. I’m gritting my teeth, my whole body tensing up as I savor how his cock struggles against my tightness.
I tighten my pussy around his length and I feel him slowing down the pace, taking his time to appreciate how it feels to be deep inside of me and have my inner walls trying to choke his thick cock.
As for me, I’m not even sure if I’m appreciating anything. My mind is completely blank, and all the pleasure that I’m feeling is not even being processed. It’s just raw, pure and unadulterated. And by God, do I like it like this!
Even though I’m tightening my pussy hard around his cock, he builds the pace once again, this time not settling on keeping a rhythm of any kind. It’s always growing, always going faster and faster, the sound of flesh on flesh incessant.
It’s happening again; that pressure is coming for me, than tension that stretches my muscles and makes them taut and hard. I can feel it creeping in with each thrust of his, electricity spreading from his finger to my clit and then to the rest of my body.
Before I know it, I’m already screaming again. The sound is throaty and raw, and it’s almost un-lady like. But I don’t care. Why would I? When my whole body is trembling and quivering with pleasure, it’s hard to care about a damn thing in the whole world.
I let my face fall on the sheets, my teeth gritted as I let the tide of pleasure recede slowly. He pulls out of me, my pussy so sensitive a shiver goes up my spine when his glans rubs against my folds on the way out.
I lay there, utterly and completely spent. Still, I know it’s not over. Oh, no, if I know anything about Derek Lowell is that it’s not over until he says so.
I roll to my back, forcing my eyes open, and look at him with a lazy smile. He’s still kneeling, holding his huge cock in his hand, a look of pure hunger in his eyes. He grabs my hand and sits me up; he sits in front of me and pulls me to his lap, our mouths finding each other in a heartbeat. I let myself get lost in his kiss, feeling his cock so dangerously close to my pulsing pussy.
Even before he makes a movement, I let my hands go to his cock and I raise myself up, pointing him at me. Slowly, I ease down onto him, pulling out from his kiss and moaning as I feel his cock feeding into me once again. I let myself fall on it, his length piercing me at once and forcing me to scream.
I’m crazy, I’m insane. I went to the edge and I jumped. His cock is a blessing.
I start bucking my hips as fast as I can against him, and he guides my movements with his hands on my ass. Sitting on top of him, there’s no escaping the length of his cock; all I can do is enjoy it for all I can, surrender to his gloriousness and let it consume me absolutely. Which, of course, is all that I want to do.
I take my hands to his chest, and wanting to have some control over him, I push him down onto the mattress. He lets himself go willingly, his hands never leaving my ass. Swaying my hips, I ride him with abandonment, accompanying the upwards thrusts of his body.
I lean into him and sway my chest over his face, enjoying the look on his face as my breasts jiggle right over him. He takes one hand off of my ass, and grabbing at one of my breasts, lifts his head and wraps his lips around my hard nipple, sucking on it with such violent passion that I can’t help but close my eyes and sigh harshly, the air leaving my body at once.
More, I want more.
Still with his cock in me, I lift myself up on the mattress slightly, raising my knees and supporting myself with only my feet. I’m squatting over him, his cock pointing straight up and ready to be buried deep inside of me.
Using the last strength I still have in my muscles, I start lowering myself on his cock and then going back up. I scream each time I go down, his cock so deep inside of me that I can’t help but force myself further down, wanting to have every single inch of him burning inside of me. I don’t know even know how I’m doing this, how it’s physically possible for me to have him in me.
I go at him faster and faster, his fingers curling around both my breasts viciously. I look down at him, enjoying the look of pure joy and lust on the hard lines of his face, and I redouble my efforts. Forget about running or going to the gym; you’ve never pushed your body to the point of exhaustion if you haven’t experienced Derek’s cock. And that’s the truth.